Tag: Errol Flynn
POTATO JACK
Potato Jack often left home without his jacket on. His mum warned him he’d catch his death, but she was wrong. Just like she...
THE FINAL STAGE – Adrian Rawlins review of what he called “My lost masterpiece”.
It started out like a normal day for the man of the house. He had breakfast with his wife. She was no warmer or...
THE DEAD AND THE DYING
The heavy decrepit bodies of the great and not so, mingled with their offsprings, children too young to realise that this too would be...
THAT’S HOW IT ENDS
She died in my arms
Not a word was said
In silence we rose
And got out of our bed
Her eyes would flash
I knew them too well
Every...