Best Friends’ Wedding (Flash Fiction)

We met in primary school. I didn’t like her at first. I can’t recall exactly why now it was so long ago, I just know that I didn’t. The dislike didn’t last long. We began to talk one day in class and became bosom buddies in the space of one afternoon. That friendship endured throughout … Continue reading Best Friends’ Wedding (Flash Fiction)

Fatherhood–The Toddler and the Thirty-Four-Year-Old Boy

Almost two years ago I composed a rather popular piece on fatherhood. It had to be done. Although I don’t define myself simply as a parent, I do recognise that I’m viewed by most as being one ahead of anything else I might perceive myself to be. That’s fine. It makes perfect sense. Having just … Continue reading Fatherhood–The Toddler and the Thirty-Four-Year-Old Boy

Shenanigans

I think we all know that group of lads who are or were a bunch of tearaways. It’s pretty much a given that boys will wind up connecting with other boys and, together, find themselves in a host of misadventures. I was no exception to the rule. I met two of my best friends (Andy … Continue reading Shenanigans

Paul.E.Bailey’s World – One Third of a Whole Century

Happy tax renewal day to my British readers. Thank you for checking in on this impromptu post insofar as it coming on an unscheduled day. There is a good reason for that. The reason is that today is my thirty-third birthday and I thought I’d type up a short birthday blog post for myself. I … Continue reading Paul.E.Bailey’s World – One Third of a Whole Century

Paul.E.Bailey’s World – A Little Help from Myself…

Hello friends, bloggers and nosey people who pop by to spy on how my life is going. You know you’re out there… Okay, I’ll get right to the crux here. A while back (November 2nd 2016 to be precise), I typed up a post named A Little Help from Your Friends... where I called out those … Continue reading Paul.E.Bailey’s World – A Little Help from Myself…

Paul.E.Bailey’s World – Ashton-under-Lyne and the Prodigal Son

It matters not where any of us were born and raised. Every single one of us feels some kind of connection with the town in which we grew up; for better or worse. I’m no exception to the rule. You cannot be an Ashtonian and feel nothing for Ashton-under-Lyne. I feel an awful lot for … Continue reading Paul.E.Bailey’s World – Ashton-under-Lyne and the Prodigal Son