i dreamt people thought i was dead
and naked waitresses served them at my wake

when i woke and listened to the news
i believed them
war
        famine
                pestilence

the fourth rider paused returning from my dream
you are still alive my son he said
go find those waitresses

Selected byNolcha Fox
Image credit:Diego Lozano

Cameron McClure doesn’t exist. He is the pen-name for a  permanently retired civil servant who lives in Northern Ireland and likes nothing better than competitive banter over a pint or two. He believes it will all come right on the night because he’s happier that way and no-one has yet proved him wrong though a lot of well-meaning people try to for some reason.