Michael James Treacy

Michael James Treacy is known inside the Colony as mickleinapickle. If you’re not yet a member, join us now.

A retired septuagenarian, Michael James Treacy lives in idyllic bliss with Mrs Treaclechops, and spends much of his time in various literary, artistic and horticultural endeavours. He has three children, six grandchildren and a wonky leg.
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A working life spanning 50 years included such disciplines as soldier, sales engineer, design engineer, estimator, buyer, quality manager and project manager. He was glad of a good sit-down at the end of it all.
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He’s had a number of poems and short stories published in various magazines and anthologies over the last decade. Many of these were to raise funds for charities.

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Latest Writings from Michael James Treacy

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After 65 Decembers

In August, he smiled at the memories of 65 Decembers, and put away his razor. . The ruddy complexion, jovial disposition, and expanded waistline where...
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Christina

At first encounter, she slapped me on my backside and declared, “I don’t recognise that bottom!” . Then she skipped away on one of her...
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Polly and Dolly

Lady Brimstone-Smedley bought two female parrots, Polly and Dolly, but was shocked to discover they kept shouting out rude and inappropriate remarks. She sought advice...
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One Perfect Sentence

As you’ll know if you drop by the Colony between the 7th of each month and the 21st, we run a monthly contest between those...
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Fright Night

     Bert and Harry had met at the ‘Hunter’s Moon’ village pub every Wednesday night at 7 pm for the last 15 years. Both...
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About it all Again

     Thinking back to December 1973... a village called Oberjoch (over the hill) in the Bavarian Alps. Six feet of snow! I was learning...
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Hide and Seek

“I’m home, darling! Early finish today. Hurrah!” The masculine voice echoed through the house, and fell on the ears of Mrs Brown and the insurance...
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Like Collo Hadn’t Warned Me

“He’s gonna stuff me.” “Don’t talk like that!” Collo grabbed my arms. “He’s just a twinkling fairy!” “Yeah, but look at the size of him!”...
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Posing for the Bulgarian

“Do you still see the Bulgarian?” The question tumbled out. “Yes.” Her reply was instant, instinctive, intuitive. “His name is Krasimir.” “Sorry.” He stuttered his...

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