Fiction: Family Guy? By Paul Matts

Karan O’Keefe’s life is based around fund raising. An orphan as a child, from the age of eighteen he has focused his time on persuading people to part with a portion of their salaries. By way of direct debit, into the coffers of various charities. And he arranges events, such as today’s fundraiser for Human…

Ari Up by Paul Matts

‘There is no hesitation in stating Ari Up is one of the most significant people in music. Let alone one of the most significant people in punk rock and new wave music. All of the members of The Slits should be named as a hugely significant individuals. Each made this most punk of bands what…

Short Story in a Song: ‘Lola’ by the Kinks By Paul Matts

  It’s happened to all of us hasn’t it? To the best, to the worst. In a club or pub. In ‘North Soho’ possibly? Maybe elsewhere? Or some other public place, even. There are others I suppose. Minding our own business, or maybe interrupting somebody else’s. And bang. An attraction to another human. A connection….

FICTION: REVENGE CAN BE SWEET BY PAUL MATTS

‘You there yet?’ Daniel’s voice is coming through clearly on my new Nokia mobile phone. ‘Not yet mate. Just met Kush in McDonalds.’ ‘Thought he couldn’t make it.’ ‘Turns out he can. Now saying he wouldn’t miss it for the world.’ We both laugh. ‘We’ll see Jake inside I s’pose,’ I suggest. ‘Yeah, I guess….

Fiction: One More Season by Paul Matts

‘Please allow me to introduce myself.’ No, I’m not Beelzebub, as Mick Jagger sang in ‘Sympathy for the Devil’. Far from it. I’d hope. Although maybe some connected to the various organizations I’ve worked with may beg to differ. Disgruntled players, disappointed supporters, frustrated officials. I’ll explain. You can call me an ‘Unknown coach’. I…

Fiction: The Bench by Paul Matts

She slumps down. On the park bench. And lets out a loud sigh. I am sitting on the other end of the same bench. I turn to examine the new arrival. She immediately bursts into tears. ‘Bollocks. What do I do now?’ is my initial thought. After composing myself but doing precisely nothing, I turn…