One of the pleasures of living in Ireland is that you are never far away from anything and people can always find time to spend a day enjoying themselves if the prospects are good. Work, very rightly, is manana. So it was in August, a friend of mine we will call C whispered over a pint one night that it… (more…)
As I was lying back this summer, feet up and enjoying my slothful retirement, I received an urgent call to arms. As a result of a preliminary report I had sent in, the Salford Diocese, in the form of their Safeguarding Commission wanted to see me as soon as possible to talk through the claims I had made in the… (more…)
I have just returned after a couple of days in Dublin and I am amazed at what I saw. By nine o’clock at night there was not a shop doorway or office block entrance available or vacant. The homeless were in command and sleeping in niches that offered only the scantest protection from the incessant rain. There must be some… (more…)
One of the strange things that happened to me in the summer break was that during August through my old network of acquaintances in Machester, I received an e-mail asking whether I knew anything about the Ghosts of the Royal Exchange. Now to receive such an e-mail, must make you think that a ghost at the Exchange is a normal… (more…)