10 Jan The Isle of Bobs
I woke on sand, the sound of crashing waves in my ears and the powerful sun shining down upon me, its rays burning my skin. My whole body ached, and it was a struggle to even open my eyes, let alone lift my head to...
14 Oct The Informer
It was tough coming of age in West Belfast during the early 70s, that’s for sure. I’m not making excuses for myself, but – like many in my generation – I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I grew up in a...