It’s Good Friday today. That might or might not mean anything to you. To be honest, it’s never meant much to me — despite my many attempts over the years to feel the solemnity of the day. But today, it does mean something. Today, the weight and permanence of death — and the hope of [...]
I’m not a religious person, but with Easter almost upon us, the thought of death - and what lies beyond - comes acutely to mind. The younger you are, the fewer people you’re likely to have lost to the Grey Reaper, so this might not mean as much to you. Unless you’re one of the [...]
I don’t know if my brother liked Pink Floyd, but in many ways, he was a crazy diamond. There was a lot I didn’t know about him. My half-brother, to be correct. I didn’t even know he existed until I was eighteen, when my father told me about the son he'd had to a previous [...]
At a time of year like this, as the clocks turn back and the nights draw in, and the owls and bats and witches come out to hoot and flutter and haunt on Halloween night, my mind is full of the concept of mortality. Actually, that’s not quite true. I mean, yes, my mind is [...]
Probably everyone who’s reading this post will have experienced some kind of loss by now, whether it be for a beloved pet, a close relative, a friend, a partner, or another type of loss entirely. Like everything in life, there are various gradations of sorrow. I was eighteen when my grandmother died. It was a [...]
“New book recalls death of journalist murdered by terrorist in Cyprus” A couple of weeks ago I approached a journalist on the Lancashire Evening Post with a proposal. No, not marriage (hope he wasn’t disappointed), but rather, to write a feature about the true facts behind my recently published novel, Infinite Stranger. Much to my [...]
Sixty-five years ago today, the world lost a remarkable young man who could almost have been my father, but never quite made it. Peter Donald Fox, 30-year-old journalist from Preston in Northern England, with a bright future ahead of him. When he visited a friend in Cyprus in December 1956, Peter had no idea that [...]
Wendy Skorupski 