Category: Tark and Mara

Tark And Mara Tackle Global Inequality

All was quiet in Tark and Mara’s penthouse (in the most ruinously expensive borough of Dublin city) save a seductive hum of contentment. Mara was reclining on her brand-new 16th century fainting couch following her weekly meal, languorously turning the pages of a glossy magazine. Tark had been miming at the baby grand piano for twenty minutes. Nobody could…

Tark And Mara Do Blog Awards

( I know, I know. This REEKS of dragging it out. But it’s a month today, and I did promise Tark and Mara’s take on the Blog Awards ages ago. Then we’re done, I swear.) Somewhere in a parallel universe, a large function room in Co. Kill Dare was brimming with hope, excitement, and alcohol, wherein the Blogerati had gathered,…

Tark And Mara Do Fashion… And Scottish Independence

Mara was spitting fire. “Please stop spraying lighter fluid on that naked flame, my little pyronymphomaniac,” said Tark, lounging against the Baby Grand in the open-plan concert kitchen of their Dublin penthouse, a post-flight gin and tonic in his hand. He had been expecting his wife to explode ever since their private jet had touched down.  “If a second Damien Hirst…

Tark And Mara Visit The Irish Riviera

* Tara is off on her jollidays for a couple of weeks. Fictional Guest Bloggers, Tark and Mara, have climbed down from their pedestal to leave you with this post. “Ugh.” “Another one?” “And again! Tark!” “Just lift your feet, darling, and watch where you’re going.” Mara made a noise deep in her throat. She had just about…

Tark and Mara Search For Meaning

In a universe close away from here, Mara was feeling philosophical. “I’ve been thinking,” she said, knowing without a five-o’clock-shadow of a doubt that Tark would want to hear what was going on inside what was, by far, the heaviest part of Mara’s size zero frame. “Have you, my platinum preying mantis?” said Tark. He…

Through the Looking-Glass: Power. Money. Baldness

Tark and Mara who? I did warn you. Explanation here In a universe not far from here, but somehow very like here, Tark was busy writing. “Darling, what are you doing?” asked Mara, newly transplanted eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement and distrust. Her husband’s industrious expression was severely out of place in their six-bedroomed chrome-and-mirror penthouse. Tark never…

On Blogging, And Memories Of Those Who Never Were

Following on from my last post, in which we discussed online personas, factual or ridiculous, I’ve been thinking about a couple of characters I dearly miss from blogging misadventures past. One very talented writer whose blog I love (thank you, Elaine Canham) suggested that whatever personal stuff writers say about themselves online could just be made up. This made me…