In which I receive good news
It seems that I am to be a finalist in this years Red Planet Prize (it’s quite prestigious, you know). A month or two back, I submitted a ten-page extract and outline for a one-hour TV drama and a subsequent series. Today I received an email stating: Congratulations Gerry Hayes! Your submission “Over Sophie” has […]
Ramble on
So, a ramble up Sorrel Hill, with the brother, the other day. A little less gruelling than our last outing. Cold and a fog blew in for a few minutes but otherwise quite pleasant. A friend of mine told me recently that two years of rain seems to have kept people off the mountains and […]
The stuff of nightmares
My daughter owns a weird, decapitated head. Its purpose is to provide a blank canvas for all sorts of girlie make-up application practices. It has played this part for the last year or so and has worn many a combination of maquillage although, as a manly man, I am unsure of the exact classification of […]
Efficiency
Two loads of washing wedged tightly into the machine. Who says men can’t do housework? In your face, naysayers. I’ve just doubled my productivity. Ha! I’m off to hoover the dishes.
A shade under six feet
Is how my brother (who is among his biggest fans) refers to Peter Cushing. Partly because he read it somewhere, but mainly because, at six feet, he can lay claim to the, relatively dubious, distinction of being taller than him. I can’t affirm the same fandomism (it’s probably a word) as he, but I do […]
Up the Fancy Mountain
And down the tangled, boggy glen. So Monday should have been a reasonable stroll of a couple of kilometers and an easy climb to get back into hiking shape. Park on the Military Road in the middle of the Wicklow Mountains, an easy walk to the top of Fancy Mountain (really, that’s what it’s called […]
Gerry Hayes
I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.
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