Michael Walsh was born during the Liverpool Blitz in which thousands died and half the domestic properties were destroyed, Michael’s childhood was marred by extreme deprivation. He and his childhood friends collected and sold bottles, clothes and horse manure. Coke (coal) filled handcarts were used to purchase domestic fuel.
Amazon and LULU online retailers ‘punished’ Michael Walsh – not just by banning his best-selling history books but by summarily removing from their shopping basket his entire 70-plus range of collection of books; novels, user manuals, advice books.
We sat at home with my husband, reading when my mobile sounded an incoming call from an unknown number. I’m taking a drink, and picking up my mobile I hear an unfamiliar voice. I can hear what some old grandmother is saying. ‘Help, I’m locked up here, no food, nothing to drink, I’m dying!’ The phone then went dead.
We are all familiar with the terms, slap an’ tickle, hanky-panky or a little bit of how’s your father? Such colourful expressions amusingly suggest that we are more comfortable with alternatives to the taboo three-letter word.
MICHAEL WALSH RIDING ON THE AIRWAVES With over 100 radio shows behind him; in fact, nearly 200 if one includes broadcasters other than The AHC (Andrew Carrington-Hitchcock) team ups, veteran euro-patriot is always worth listening to.
I enjoyed reaching a milestone birthday; many don’t make it this far. My family was gathered around me, which was good as I would otherwise have had much to reflect upon. My classmates lived a life that later generations can only read about. Our generation was born to parents born before the House of Windsor (1917).
In 2011, the Euro Weekly News Group exclusively awarded Michael Walsh ‘Writer of the Year.’ Michael Walsh has received plaudits from leading media editors, influential writers, politicians, household name celebrities, and of course from scores of established and novice writers for whom he has helped to get published.
Michael Walsh’s poem, The Garden Bower, evoked a story from a North American reader who writes: I have had these conversations since the last ten years with my husband Bert, who died so tragically. His soul left his body in 2009 when he signalled me by illuminating my office with the most radiant warm glow. When I looked outside there was a beautiful red cardinal bird sitting on the giant spruce tree in my back garden.
I suppose it is only natural that those in the public eye consider their biographies to be of interest to us lesser mortals. No doubt many have led colourful and exciting lives, especially those whose careers were in travel or entertainment.
There’s a special type of people in this world that is most often difficult to understand. These people prefer to be single and tied up at the same time. They are free spirits, innocent lovers, they see the world as it should be and what it can be.