If you are getting your GCSE results today, or your child is doing so, then you need to know – I mean really know, in your bones – that this is not life or death.
There was a beautiful, touching moment in the FA Cup final that got lost in all the silly nonsense about Arsenal. It was about men and boys, fathers and sons, and not just football. Alex Bruce, the Hull City defender, had given his all for an hour. Sometimes he seemed to be holding Arsenal at bayContinue reading “On You Go Son”
Here’s an interview from the vault, to mark the passing of the great Seamus Heaney. It is from the Independent in April 1999, but before we get to it, a little story. We met for the first time at the memorial service of a mutual friend, the poet and critic Donald David. After the service,Continue reading “Farewell, Famous Seamus Heaney”
What is it like? It is like a telephone ringing in the shadows of a clapboard house in an American suburb, and a man coming in from the yard to answer. He is Sean, a friend of mine. Short, stocky, a bit red in the cheeks now that 50 is only a memory, but justContinue reading “Heartbreak”
So, the lovely Mark Halliday died. If you knew him and didn’t know that, then I am sorry you found out here. If you didn’t know him, let me tell you he was a wise, smart, dry, funny, gentle, brave, sharp and probing kind of man, a seeker after truth, a husband and father andContinue reading “Saying goodbye to Mark Halliday, reading one of his poems”