by Thomas Bartlett | Oct 10, 2016 | #ABP, arguing, blog, current affairs, Uncategorised, war |
Advent internet Confirmation bias abounding Whatever opinion I’m right, astounding! Things have changed. We pass a lot of our blinking hours exploring the cavernous souks of the cyber, only venturing out into our samey homes, scruffling along the filthy wet streets...
by Thomas Bartlett | May 25, 2016 | #ABP, #writing, ABP, blog, childhood memories, Drinking, France, Ireland, Italy, meloncholy, writing |
I saw him the other day in Galway, the dangerous guy in every bar. His knuckles are the old bone keys for the crypts, a small man with furtive laser eyes, sunk in with malicious disappointments at things happening that he expected, he expects the worse, lives inside...
by Thomas Bartlett | Jul 15, 2015 | #humour, #writing, book, Fiction, horror |
Me Versus the Six Foot Rat Sunk in the sofa, squirrelling away my life, the street had gone quiet. But then this was South Dublin, it was traffic or nothing really. I listened for the familiar sounds of people driving around and around enjoying their lives, nothing....
by Thomas Bartlett | Jun 29, 2015 | blog, classics, Fiction, thrillers |
My Reading life Part 3: War Books, Russians and Non-Fiction Tear Jerkers. Next I escaped the destructive force of living in a nice house with food in the fridge, for a vagabond life eating foods which later transpired to give people Mad Cow disease. More pertinently,...
by Thomas Bartlett | Jun 12, 2015 | #humour, childhood memories, writing |
As a neurotic maniacal child I always had a strong desire to use bad language. I was the eldest child, so as any other eldest (best) child can vouch for I grew up with rules the equivalent of a gulag’s. In this gulag of the mind (ahem) bad language was seen as the...
