My Dirty Dirty Story

I write stories. Some of them are miserable. Some are funny. Some are dirty. Mostly they're miserable and dirty. And sometimes they're published.

My story 'Double Tub' was published by the Stinging Fly there a while back. In the dirty issue. There was a dirty naked lady on the front cover. And dirty poems and dirty stories inside. Seized with the belief that as a grown up lady I could show my mam what I write, I presented a copy to her. Consumed with Catholic Guilt, I gave her a warning about the Lewd Content in the story. Mammy read the story, then passed it, but not the Lewd Content warning to Daddy.

So a few weeks ago Daddy mentioned that my Auntie Mary and Uncle Joe had visited from England. And that he'd given them my story to read. And that they hadn't really commented on it. Which surprised him. He thought perhaps the story wasn't their cup of tea. I asked Daddy had he read the story. He said Oh Aye Surely. But I'm not sure he read right to the end.

Anyway. Not one to spoil a good ending, I'll let anyone who wants read it here...

And the reason for the champagne? Well...even though Auntie Mary and Uncle Joe weren't taken by Double Tub, I did get a wee mention on another site. And in a week where I have to sit my driving test with just a 2 hour lesson in which I have to learn the old reverse around the corner thing, I'm taking my champagne moments where I find them...