Alchemisland

Blow hiding in cars

Done hiding scars

Send a card

For the Dauphin

Slight regard

Whistling past graveyards

Omar, invoke Om so stress departs

Fág mar atá sé, Frongach for a holiday

Frogmarching through foggy marshes

On the world’s frozen margins, the shield-shaped crafts of the Martians

Vastly superior technologically, we are as ants before their advancements

I’m the Vice president, vicer than Vance is, drinking JD with vamp freaks

Save my kindness for animals, Francis of Assisi, glass clank

Half a gas tank half a world away from Tahiti, wish and a prayer

Road rising to meet me

Sword gleaming like a sun-gilt river, bigtime player

At play in the fields of the lord

Watched How to get from heaven to belfast today, it was OK

A shame really as early reviews raving created high expectations

Well made but less so when it strays from its more humorous phases

McGee’s well known for a witty turn of phrase, here it’s the same

But that acting would shame even an Italian film fanatic

Three out of five, fail but good try, and that’s that.