Liam Ireland
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An adventurous journey into the future to better understand our past. It is a story of the forces of man's unbridled greed against the unquenchable power of true love. In a dramatically fought, intergalactic battle for survival, there can only be one victor, one survivor, one solution to save us.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Critique
Jaws
Who knows what lurks just below the surface of the water, eagerly waiting to eat you? The tension arising from the suspense is as tangible as the flimsy bathing costume that barely clings to your skin. Will it ever again be safe to go into the water for a swim?
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Critique
It's All About Waiting, Or Is It?
Whilst there are many books that I have read, that were very enjoyable read, there are very few that have made a very deep and long-lasting impression upon me. Waiting for Godot is one of a handful of books that have not only made an impression, but have also changed the way I view life and the world that we live in.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in BookClub
The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists
'The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists' is a book I first came across way back in the mid-seventies when I started going to evening classes to study English Literature after a hard day at work. It was a book that made an immediate and lasting impression on me, not least of all due to the fact that it spoke to me about people in my position, ie, belonging to, or coming from, the impoverished working classes. That was me and my family in a nutshell.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in BookClub
Waiting For Godot
In one very simple two-act play, using a modicum of poetic language and imagery, Samuel Becket has encapsulated the true existentialist meaning of life. No other writer, apart from Shakespeare himself, could have so eloquently, tragically, and comedically portrayed what it means to pass the time between birth and death.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Critique
The Long Road To Freedom
Chapter Three After an inauspicious start in life, at the relatively young age of twenty-two, my life reached a very significant turning point. I met a slightly older, attractive, intelligent woman who inspired me to set about building a future far more successful than I could ever have imagined.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Chapters
Things I Wish I Had Said
On balance, throughout my life, I have left unsaid a darn sight more than I have said that I shouldn't have. For example, the very first words my first ex-mother-in-law said to me were an insult. I said nothing in return so as to not rock the boat. This, I now very much regret.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Families
A Mysterious Cloud Of Suspicion
Ever since I can remember my father was something of a mysterious man. My mother regaled me many a time about how at times my father would just disappear. He would simply put on his jacket and vanish into thin air. Nobody knew where he went or what he got up to. Then suddenly out of the blue, he would re-appear as if nothing had happened. He would take off his jacket and hang it in the wardrobe before popping back downstairs for a cup of Earl Grey tea. He never spoke about where he had been nor who he had been with. My mother knew better than to ask him questions. She was just happy to see him safely return, none the worse for his disappearance.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Fiction
The Man With An Alien Heart
t was just a normal day in a peaceful place called semi-retirement. Except for this day, I had a routine medical check for swollen feet due to some Predolin, I was taking for PMR. The doctor wanted to rule out any other possible causes before settling on it merely being a side effect of the steroids.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Fiction
Where The Land Meets The Sea
In my seventieth year, one of my most abiding memories from my childhood, from the mid-fifties to the end of the sixties, is of our habitual family trips to the city. It lies 53.4 degrees north latitude, by 2.9 degrees longitude, and is situated in the northwest of the United Kingdom. It is a maritime city, famed all around the world for a great many things, its seafaring character and staunch independence, but most especially for its musical and football contributions to the world, in the latter part of the last century. Welcome to the 'Pool of Life', as the Swiss psychoanalyst Carl Jung called it, or the Great City of Liverpool, as it is better known.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Chapters
Why Do I Write?
Lately, I've been giving a great deal of thought as to why I write. Here's what I came up with. A great many years ago, I sold my soul to the devil and became a very successful freelance copywriter. Out of a pressing need to support my family, I did it for the money. However, that is all behind me now. I got divorced, twice, and the children all grew up and fled the nest to live independent lives. And yet, I continue to write none stop all day long. What's more, there is very little money in it. It's what you call chicken feed. So, if not for the money, then for what exactly do I write?
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Writers
How I Got A Female Mystery Illness
It's perfectly normal that when you feel ill you go to see a doctor. And since doctors have to spend many years at university or medical school studying human ailments, you are entitled to fully expect a correct diagnosis of what exactly is wrong with you. However, as I now know very much to my own cost in suffering, it does not always work out that way.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Lifehack
