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Father’s Day

My Father the Hero Do we ever think of telling our dad how we feel about them? My father the hero, do I dare to tell? Yet I remember now as I look on his face so cold My dad the hero as he would comfort me in the night Screaming within my dreams, my dad stood there as I momentarily woke “I have shooed them away, those fears within your head, those terrible folk I’m here and they will not come back this night “ Who would come now to scare me in my dreams as my Dad stood guard? From the comfort of his touch I would sleep well, tucked in tight The morning would come and into the kitchen I would stand Grumpy in my mood and still half asleep, I would snap and ignore my hero of the night Yet my Dad would smile and look at me with love Only the sandman in my eyes, breakfast on my mind I stand here now with tears in my eyes and ask why I never said Trying to make it okay within myself My Dad that kept me safe each night Yet he is gone now and I can still feel his presence in my ‘doorway of life’ Protecting me from my fears in the day or night He never faltered as I grew, to care and watch over me Here I stand feeling safe, made into the man I am I ask why I never told him how I felt, my old man My Dad the hero who encourages me, protects me, ensures I am safe

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Final Edits and Ready to Publish

Sometimes you have to talk to a seven year old so you can gain an understanding of life again! The Savvy Child Within You  Become successful in your life and business using the forgotten childhood wisdom. Why is that when we enter the world of business we lose the inner wisdom of the child within us. The laughter, curiosity, honesty and the willingness to play together. Learn how to find that child and continue always to seek its wisdom and truth to use it in your life and business world.

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The True Story of King Henry VIII – Adventures of Doc Higgins

IT IS OUT The second book in the series of  The Adventures of Doc Higgins. Read the true story of King Henry VIII and his pow wow with Doc Higgins and the Manager. Alistair and Nora are up to their ol’ tricks when they are introduced to Paddy MacCatchim the real 007. Currently on Sale  Contact via www.melclifford.com Soon to be on Amazon Kindle ebook  

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Back in the Saddle for Sure!

The finding show there has been 100% increase in bicycle theft across the Canadian border. The key factor in the increase has been laid directly at the feet of Donald Trump.

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My Bicycle Saga – Happy Ending!

I had no alternative except to hire a private investigator (PI), who specialised in the detection of grand theft. It is official, my bicycle has been spotted in both Amsterdam and Beijing. The bad news is, it has been melted down, and it is now parts of some mobile phone. Most likely used by some international sales person to peddle their wares. Getting the news at this point was no shock. It was greatly reduced by the fact that the benefit concert organised by my pal Joe at the Longford Tennis Club was a great success. Even though, Queen, the Rolling Stones and U2 were unable to perform. I am assured fun was had by all on the night. Many thanks to Elvis, for turning up and putting on a great show since his last appearance in 1977. Funds raised on the night from the usual ticket sales, the donkey raffle, bar takings and the leprechaun hunt were exceptional. After all the expenses were paid off, a bicycle has been purchased along with a lock and antitheft device. They are now on their way to me, via FedEx (See photos). Thanks to all those who kept their eyes peeled, sent me photos of sighting, and to Joe for organising the successful benefit concert and couriering me over my new bicycle and antitheft lock. So great news, I will be saving shoe leather and back in the saddle very soon. Again racing through the morning heavy traffic, whistling as I go and ringing the bear bell for all to hear. Note to the robbing bastard(s), you may have thought you have got away with it, but the PI, Paddy MacCatchim is on your case.

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My Bicycle Saga! 3

Although several false sightings as per photos taken by those of you who are keeping your eyes peeled. I have it on good authority that my bike may have been stolen as part of an international underworld operation based out of Amsterdam and Beijing. Interpol have been engaged in tracking bicycles that have been stolen for the larger bicycle cities and new bike lanes popping up all over Europe. This has become a lucrative business with thousands of individuals willing to turn away from the busy motorways and seek cycling as their preferred form of socializing and relaxing drug of choice. This underworld organisation is run by cycleopaths who will stop at nothing to tell to you to “get on your bike”. As I continue to seek the truth and wear out several pairs of shoes walking the streets in the pursuit of justice. I feel I maybe be fighting a losing battle?

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My Bicycle Saga!

Not even one sighting, a ransom note, or a phone call from the bastard(s). Yes, it is almost a week now since the fecker(s) stole my bicycle from outside the Train Station (pub). I am starting to wonder, has my bike cycled away from home? Has this situation moved from a crime of stealing, to a missing bike scenario? Should I be placing posters on the lamp posts with a photograph, (even though I don’t actually have any photos of my bike) like if my cat had gone missing (for those of you who may be worried, the cats are fine). Should I make an appeal on TV, offer a reward? Has Mels’ bike gone and joined a traveling circus? Following its dream to be a unicycle on the high wire above the amazed crowd below. Shouting their ohhhhh! and aaaa’s, as the daring act takes place. Or joined a tandem, to form a three-piece band and go on tour in France. Travelling as “The Raleigh Boys”, “The Saddle Bags” or “The Cannondales”– who knows. Crazy thoughts but still no word. A week nearly gone since I was cycling with my hair flowing in the wind and a song in the air. Only the sound of heavy traffic all around me and the faint jingle of my little red bear bell, warning any wandering bears nearby to get lost. Back into the wilderness to chew on some berries rather than me. The mystery goes on – a full week now. Please keep your eyes peeled, there is always hope, right Bob?

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Message from a Hostel – Second book in the series underway?

“Hot Apple pie ye all,” shouted Ms Patsy, just as Mossy walked into the room. Firstly, thanks to you the readers for all the emails looking for the next chapter in the current story about Alistair & Nora, Doc Higgins and The Manager. How will Alistair and Nora they get out of Town?  Will their Shebeen get back on the road? Will the Doc save them once again?  What’s the manager up to now? For all of you that have been waiting so patiently – the bad news is, you will have to wait a little long – the GREAT news is, that the final chapters will be in my second book in the series, The Adventures of Doc Higgins. The release date is set the first quarter of 2016. My writing styles have been preoccupied with the upcoming release of my new business book (The Editor is still reviewing the Title) and an audio recording of the children series The Tales of Scallywagwag and Winkiewoo. Not taking into the account the upcoming re-launch of the second edition of Poetry Just for You in print and on Amazon Kindle. And you thought I was relaxing? Stay tuned and thanks for all the continued support. Thanks again. Kind Regards Mel

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Message from a Hostel – Hot Apple Pie, Ye all?

“I feel it in my waters Nora, something’s amiss here.” “Quit would you and let’s head down to dinner.” “Well glad you all can join us,” said Ms. Patsy. “Alistair if you would like to take a seat over there and Nora if you would like to sit here, I am sure the others will not mind if it gets too crowed at the table.” Alistair and Nora took their seats.  Alistair was on one side of the table and Nora was further down on the other side. The table was set for eight others, yet only Alistair and Nora were seated at this time. “Well, as I said I’m glad you are all here and ready to eat.  I’ll serve our guests first, as you all are regulars here.” “Shall we wait for the others Ms. Patsy?” asked Alistair. “Oh stop being funny with that crazy accent of yours, they are all here.” “Will you be wanting your usual helping Mr. Cassidy, or will you be saving yourself for my Apple pie?” Alistair again looked around the table as Ms. Patsy served out food to all the other place settings, but he could only see himself and Nora at the table.  Ms. Patsy spoke to each empty place setting before she dished out the food. “Who’s next to you there Nora,” Alistair enquired.  “As I think I have Mr. Cassidy on one side and Roger Rabbit on the other.” “Ms. Patsy may I ask who’s that gentleman at the end of the table.” “Why that’s Mr. William McCarthy Alistair, but we all call him Billy.” “And the nice lady next to him?” “That’s the lovely Miss Oakley” Ms. Patsy headed back into the kitchen. “Nora, she is off her feckin head.  I knew there was something amiss here.” “Alistair, she maybe a wee bit odd, but what of it.  You just chat away to Mr Cassidy and enjoy your dinner, while I have the craic here with Mr. Masterson and Miss Oakley.” Ms. Patsy arrived back offering seconds. “Great to see you are all getting on so well – I can’t hear myself in the kitchen with all the chit chattering going on in here.  Nice to have a full house again.   Before you two arrived it was like talking to myself with this lot.   I’ll be serving the apple pie soon folks, so don’t be stuffing your cake holes with all them lovely grits.” “Holy feck Nora, I knew when I met her first and looked into those eyes of hers – there was nobody driving” Alistair, sure what the feck, the room is okay and the food is good and sure the place is booked out, weren’t we lucky to get a room at all, Nora laughed. “This is only the beginning Nora, most of these guys around the table were notorious outlaws in their day.  Would you listen to me – I’m feckin acknowledging that they are here.” If you can’t beat it Alistair you might as well join in on the craic. “Hot Apple pie ya all,” shouted Ms. Patsy, just as Mossy walked into the room. To be continued….. Photo thanks to youtube.com

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Message from a Hostel – I feel it in me waters?

When they reached the room, Ms. Patsy flung the door open. “Be the holy feck,” said Nora. “It’s Elvis feckin Presley.” “Elvis is alive, I feckin knew it!” –shouted Alistair. “No you ijet, it’s only the room that is all decked out with Elvis memorabilia. Have a look Alistair.” Ms. Patsy then joined in and said, “all my rooms are decorated with different themes, I have the Buddy Holly room, the Glen Millar, the Jimmy Hendrix, the John Denver and the Marlene Monroe Suite. I will let you pair get settle in and if you wish to dine with us this evening, dinner is at 7:30pm.” Ms. Patsy headed off down the corridor and Alistair and Nora settled into their room. “Funny how all the rooms are named after dead people,” said Alistair. “Look at all this stuff about Elvis, all his record labels and posters. What do you think this carving on the wood means? – Don’t believe what you see – get out now while you can. They don’t seem like lyrics from any of his songs. “Hey Nora did you see that?” “What Alistair?” “The eyes in that painting of Elvis on the wall over the bed, his eyes moved. I swear it Nora.” “Alistair you are imagining things.” “I don’t think so Nora – they did move. I’m just going to stand here till it happens again.” “Alistair, come on, let’s go for dinner. Tomorrow we can see what the town has to offer and check out the work on the Shebeen with Mossy.” “Something very strange going on around here Nora. Rooms named after dead people, moving eyes in the paintings, yes Nora very strange.” “Quit your nonsense and let’s go to dinner.” “I feel it in me waters Nora, something amiss here.” To be continued………

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