Liverpool born poet and writer Michael Walsh traces his Liverpool roots back to 1865. This was the year his Irish great-grandmother arrived in the Second City of Empire. His parents were born at the turn of what was to become the most tumultuous century in history. Michael's father, Patrick, fought in three major conflicts before reaching his fortieth birthday. His mother, Kathleen, was a former nun turned gun-running renegade.
On leaving school at 15 years of age, Michael spent 12 weeks at the Merchant Navy School for Sailors in Sharpness, Gloucestershire. During his years at sea, he was to visit and work in over 60 countries.
The journalist and broadcaster since provided articles and columns for numerous magazines and international news media. In 2011 he was awarded Writer of the Year by the publishers of Euro Weekly News, Europe's highest-circulation newspaper of its kind. He has authored, edited and ghosted over 70 book titles.
One afternoon, whilst heeding a call of nature by using one of the dock toilets his eye caught sight of a copy of the Daily Telegraph. Bored, he flicked through the newspaper’s pages as he waited to discharge his cargo.
As Henry Labouchere, the 19th century English Liberal MP and outspoken journalist put it: “We are without exception the greatest robbers and marauders that ever existed on the face of the globe.
Hooked on self-destructive anti-Russian sanctions the cash-strapped Finland zoo to return Chinese pandas. The move comes from mounting debts linked to the pandemic and the EU policy of sanctions against the Russian Federation which is rich in natural resources. A Finnish zoo is almost finished and preparing to […]
MY AUBURN MA VOURNEEN . Do you remember, ma vourneen, A hill where once we dreamed, Beneath the pines of summer where The shafts of sunlight gleamed. How they sparkled on the hummock, How they dappled all the green. Do you remember how you felt, My auburn ma […]
Experience also taught the senior officer that a subject could look him straight in the eye and without blinking come out with the most blatant lie.
The term refers to the codpiece, a medieval male dress accessory that, excuse me, emphasises a certain part of the male anatomy.
“When it came to discussing the war in Iraq staff found it so difficult to find any member of the public prepared to speak in favour that they ended up planting people in the (Question Time) audience.” Is the war in Libya or Afghanistan any different?
‘Dogs come when they’re called; cats take a message and get back to you.’ – Mary Bly
In airports, you are processed from one unsmiling robotic functionary to another. As in a penitentiary you are given a number, scrutinised, placed under constant surveillance and processed through the system. Typically, you’re in the airport longer than you are in the air.
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