Is It Just Me?

It would be a lie to say that I have always loved my father. Most boys are much closer to their mothers in younger years, and I am no exception.

AS YOU are reading this, at least half of the world’s population is holding its breath, in eager anticipation of the final showdown of you-know-what. It appears that the English

IS IT already a year ago that we last braced ourselves for the annual invasion of the Algarve, that most beautiful part of the world we have chosen to call

THROUGHOUT THE history of mankind, stories have been told giving birth to legends, and sometimes even hardening into commonly accepted historical fact. Some are remembered, others forgotten; but the action

The ties that bind THE SHORT drive to Pat’s apartment, just off Praia da Rocha’s seafront tourist mile, passed in an uncomfortable silence. As the front door of the spacious

IT WAS a bitterly cold mid-February evening when Russ locked up his Mazda dealership; 5pm was admittedly very early, but Russ had plans – a carefully mapped-out sequence of events

IN RECENT months, newspapers and magazines have been full of articles dealing with the rise in teenage pregnancies, both here and in Britain. The decline of man-kind, a change of

IF I had the choice, which would I choose? I don’t know because I have never been afforded the luxury of being able to make such a conscious decision. As

THERE THEY are, my friends and companions over the past two-and-a-half decades, winking at me seductively. Today I am trying to say goodbye, a decision that has been creeping up

MY MOTHER assures me that I spent the first five years of my life driving her and everyone else in my immediate vicinity mad. As soon as I was able