December 1992

It has been bitterly cold here today. The wind has, as promised, been blowing a gail, and the thick, almost snow-like frost has never really left some patches of hardened ground – building up for tonight I suppose. My last…

I had this amazing dream last night. I was an unwanted, bullied kid in some kind of school or institution which was in an appling condition – just painted concrete walls and bare concrete floors. Trestle-type tables and chairs. We…

Inspiration in my stories seem to flow during the Christmas period, but something must happen after that or else my statemen of this day last year would not be so completely wrong. I never did finish my drama – not…