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
Haruna hadn’t slept. What was the point? He’d sleep enough when he was dead, something he soon would be; something he and the rest of humankind soon would be. Instead of sleeping, he’d taken a cocktail of different drugs and allowed himself to bask in a psychedelic experience. From cocaine to ketamine and a whole … Continue reading The Last Day Part 1–Haruna
The banging from up the stairs made Ryan cringe. He stopped looking through the cupboards and made his way out of the kitchen to the bottom of the stairs. “Harry! Stop making so much fucking noise!” he rasped through gritted teeth.“Sorry, Ry,” Harry responded quietly from one of the bedrooms.Ryan shook his head. For almost … Continue reading ASAS: New Black Plague–Chapter 6
The reunion with Georgina wasn’t necessarily a happy one, at least from her perspective. Even in light of all that had been happening, she found herself unwilling to impart her ex-boyfriend with too much information.She was curious to find out where he’d suddenly appeared from and probed him as they sat in his front room, … Continue reading ASAS: New Black Plague–Chapter 5
I know many will be posting today to wish their followers glad tidings and so on and I figured I should throw my weight behind the number. So here it is…MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!! I think Christmas is important. I think it’s absolutely vital to be honest. For somebody who is vociferously atheist that may sound … Continue reading Paul.E.Bailey’s World – The Magic of Christmas
Ryan was ready to go. He’d done his best to draw the lurchers out of the lobby and from the surrounding streets to the entrance of the office building by throwing various objects from the roof and making as much noise as he could. It had worked; the hordes had grown in size. That would … Continue reading ASAS: New Black Plague–Chapter 4
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
The Adventures of an Average, White Man...© 