"Today I enter hospital again for my fortnightly blood transfusion and that's no April fool. In my youth whenever anyone told a tall story or one that seemed too fantastic to be true, the traditional response in my birth town of Portlaw, County Waterford, Ireland was 'Away with you, you stupid eejit! Sure, away with the fairies and stop wasting my precious time. Now isn't there little enough of it before the good Lord takes it all back? You'll be telling me next that there are wooly pigs foraging in the woods and tramping all over the moor.'
When I think back to such words, as mangled in sound and meaning as they may well seem to the unfamiliar English ear, they remain nevertheless as clear as day on a bright Haworth morn over the moors. Happy April Fool's Day, everyone. I'm away for a few pints." William Forde: April 1st, 2015.