Sunday, December 25, 2011

When Glad Tidings Were Brung

Sunday, 25 December 2011

If you find my stories of my new life in a strange land confusing, you might want to read the tale of Maurice Wilson from the beginning. Detective Snow called this morning like the Archangel Gabriel bringing tidings of great joy. The Yorkists had declared a Christmas truce in the War of Maurice Wilson’s Underwear. In the spirit of the season, they invited me to play in an armistice football match in the no man’s land that is the mud and cinder pitch at the end of Bethesda Street, but [...]

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