Gerrard Wilson: 29 books

In 2008, during the global financial crisis, Ireland, led by a disastrous government, went into financial meltdown. Here, that crazy-mad time is recalled in rhyme and song. Enjoy.

A funny thing happened to me the other day... At the time, though, the car, the car-thing with its elusive, concealed driver that was following us, my trusty old beetle and I, along a lonely country road, was anything but funny.

In school there was a pupil, a boy called Tony. Let me tell you about him… Although baptized Anthony, everyone knew him as Tony. Although he wasn’t a bad child, not really, he was always doing something that he shouldn’t be doing, to divert people’s attention from the bugbear of life – his...

My name is Slimy and, like my best friend Sluggy, I am a slug. Sluggy is older than I am by three full days. Moreover, he is famous. Everyone in the garden, including the lowly snails, knows Sluggy, and everyone one of us aspires to be just like him when we grow up. With his twenty-first birthday...

As she walked slowly, tentatively along the lane, towards the mystery object lying upon it, Greta wondered if she had been a bit foolish, offering to go look. Turning round, thinking she might return to the safety of numbers, she saw her sisters urging her on. “Go on!” said Lisa, egging her to go...

It was a cold November evening, so cold the weak, autumnal sun made no inroad into the heavy frost that had descended the previous night. As I approached my friends’ house, I looked forward to the warmth of their fire, the congenial atmosphere, and a glass of warm Madeira wine...

A family of shiny black beetles were living a happy, peaceful and contented life, underground in their burrow. Their wonderful life, however, came to an abrupt and untimely end one wild, stormy and exceptionally wet night, when a tremendously loud noise – a roaring, rushing, gushing watery type...

One wonderfully damp and drizzly cold morning, a slug called Reilly wandered away from the confines, the safety of his garden. Sliming his way under the garden gate, he pointed his stalked eyes, one in each direction, along the busy street outside, wondering which way to go. “This is indeed a fine...

An Alice in Wonderland Christmas story. First, she discovered Wonderland. Then she slipped through that fascinating Looking Glass. Now, she’s on Top of the World. The continuing adventures of a girl named Alice.

Bertie the beetle was a happy fellow, contentedly gnawing away, for hours on end, on plants, flowers and all kinds of vegetables, just about anything he came across that was edible, he was in world of his own. When I call him Bertie, it is perhaps doing him an injustice, for, in truth, he was a king,...

I went to school at St Ignatius, Sunbury-on-Thames, Middlesex, England. It was an old school, a wonderfully, quirky old school that I loved so much. Although the Second World War had finished twenty years previous, there were still air-raid shelters in the school grounds, two of them to be exact....

Determined to put an end to the despot, Miafra's cruel rule, Wot and Nott sailed across the Sea of Loneliness in a five hundred year old boat, to Onisha proper, where they met a statue hell-bent on destroying them. In their quest to save the people of Onisha, Wot and Nott travelled further inland,...

An unusually small Christmas card transported Wot and Nott to the magical land of Onisha, where Umahia, the Grand Mystic, told them that Miafra had taken it over. Umahia asked them to help him rid Onisha of the evil dictator, Miafra. Having accepted the challenge, Wot and Nott set off, determined...

We were not boy wizards, vampire’s assistants or even living skeletons, we were normal everyday people living normal everyday lives, with no inkling of the tremendous events that were about to unfold. Our adventure began with the arrival of a peculiarly small Christmas card, which sent us hurtling...