Model theory is used in every theoretical branch of analytic philosophy: in philosophy of mathematics, in philosophy of science, in philosophy of language, in philosophical logic, and in metaphysics. But these wide-ranging uses of model theory have created a highly fragmented literature. On the one hand, many philosophically significant results are found only in mathematics textbooks: these are aimed squarely at mathematicians; they typically presuppose that the reader has a serious background in mathematics; and little clue is given as to their philosophical significance. On the other hand, the philosophical applications of these results are scattered across disconnected pockets of papers. The first aim of this book, then, is to explore the philosophical uses of model theory, focusing on the central topics of reference, realism, and doxology. Its second aim is to address important questions in the philosophy of model theory, such as: sameness of theories and structure, the boundaries of logic, and the classification of mathematical structures. Philosophy and Model Theory will be accessible to anyone who has completed an introductory logic course. It does not assume that readers have encountered model theory before, but starts right at the beginning, discussing philosophical issues that arise even with conceptually basic model theory. Moreover, the book is largely self-contained: model-theoretic notions are defined as and when they are needed for the philosophical discussion, and many of the most philosophically significant results are given accessible proofs.

Good Friday relived - indeed. I set myself the task of telling it from the point of view of the prisoners in chains beneath the Praetorium - and as the Roman Colonizer might well have viewed it. No Jesus, no disciples, no saints or angels, no priests... A storyline that could never be dismissed as incredible... The Praetorium: seat and centre of foreign occupation in Jerusalem; as such, hated and despised by the native population. The parallels with today's world are not, I hope, overstated. "Let those who have eyes to see... ears to hear..."

Rock Legend's journey through the twentieth century and the music business continues and picks up the story in London in the early Eighties where Rock is in the throes of heroin addiction. Within seven years Rock HAS KICKED THE JUNK and is a Hot House music D.J. After conquering the Manchester underground rave scene he decides to take a chance at CRACKING THE DANCE MECCA THAT IS iBIZA. Follow Rock through the 90's as he experiences the highs and lows of being a rock superstar D.J. By 1999 Rock is a rich man and has the 21st century at his feet.

Introducing Rock Legend, a true cockney rebel on his sixteenth birthday and his last day of school. On this day Rock becomes a man. On this day Rock yearns to play the guitar. For the next three years Rock tries to conquer his guitar like his friend Jack Fender, but never nails it. When Rock's band the Lion Kings rocket towards superstardom Rock has a choice. Lay down his guitar and give up his dream of being "a part of it", or take on the role of road manager. It is an easy decision to make.

The Rock Legend trilogy concludes with the Legend twins adventures during Britpop at the North Wales Happy Days holiday camp, Dee Dee's trip to the weird and wonderful Winter Wonderland Street and her journey to stardom as a singer in the 21st century. The journey concludes on the day of Rock's knighthood at the dawn of a new decade and chapter in the life of Rock and Roll. "I detest Heroin since being burned but I do miss the cosy feeling running through my old bones. My solution is to drink whisky and have the heating on through the night. The bills are astronomical but I don't give a fuck darling. Anything to keep me off the junk. That's my scarf you're wearing..."

Two thirty-year old English scoundrels watch two classic American movies on a balmy Spring 1975 evening. Four days later they are on their way to the adventure of their lives in the City of Angels. A tale of sex, drugs and rock & roll in a debauched Hollywood world harking back to the excesses of ancient Rome which leads right up to the end of the line four years later on New Years Eve 1979.

Three gangsters, friends from Liverpool, Manchester and London since the English rave days of the late '80's and '90's, come together on one balmy spring morning in 'noughties London to pull one last diamond job and fulfill their dreams of a retirement in Ibiza. The friends and their siblings are not the only ones who want to leave it all behind and their enemies (consisting of Manchester Yardies, a branch of the Liverpool Mafia as well as the English Mafia) are waiting to try and snatch the dream away and secure their own ticket to the sun. "The Hatton diamonds are the prize and with it comes a rioutous catalogue of casualties, scams, double dealing, mischief, back stabbing and above all...Ice Cool."

"The Peace of the Empire is all. I will not tolerate disorder, countenance disruption. I, Pontius Pilate, Governor of Judaea by the gift of Caesar, will maintain the Pax Romana at all costs... all costs..."

A Drama in two acts set against the backdrop of the first Good Friday. Centres on Veronica (and her veil), a young jewess in Jerusalem some 2000 years ago. Her parents are shocked when they find their daughter has gone in the wake of Jesus of Nazareth. Her brother, Misach, is diabolically possessed. Towards the end of the drama she is instrumental in exorcising her brother - thanks to the Nazarene.

The Rengadesi family are the sixth main crime family in the city of New York, in the latter years of the twentieth century. The Rengadesi don't play by the rules. They tread on the Rambino (a family member of the New York Crime Commission) too many times and the Godfather of the Rambino crew wants to wipe them out. Caesar Rengadesi's youngest son is murdered by the Rambinos and Caesar's guardian angel advises him to move his family back to their birthplace in Rome, Italy. But not before Caesar arranges for five Bullets to be planted in the head of the New York police chief. All hell breaks loose in New York and on arrival in Rome Caesar's reluctance to get involved with the Roman godfather Julius and his family proves problematic. When Caesar's family become embroiled with the Julius family, Caesar finally has to get involved and by the end of these tales all except one from the Rengadesi and Julius families are on their way to the moon.

Not easy to define - literary fiction, a kind of memoir, somewhat autobiographical... Alternative title: Phone Calls, Recalls and Spilt Milk. Chapters/Books/Sections... A mosaic of sorts. My favourite format? Radio Drama. By far. At its very best the listener is a fly-on-the-wall: eavesdropping, over-hearing, listening in, privy to the most intimate, soul-searching monologue, revealing dialogue... I worked in RTE's Drama Department for some 16 years in the '70's, '80's - directing, producing, scripting, editing. During that period I wrote and produced some of my own plays - well received and reviewed for the most part, they were subsequently broadcast by the BBC and, in translation, on European networks. Later... some years into my (early) retirement... it began to occur to me: six of my scripts were inter-related, in the same mould/vein, out of the same stable, so to speak... The same voice/voices... similar, complementary story-lines... So, Sean, re-work them as chapters/sections/ in print format and hey, you have yourself a book If my work shows a heavy influence dating back to that time, well, I make no apologies for that... Writing "within myself" - for sure... 'Will make you forget you are reading a book..?" Again, for sure. I write, speak, hear Hiberno-English. (English as it is spoken in Ireland, in my city, Dublin.) I avoid the traditional narrative format for the most part; I prefer direct speech - monologue, dialogue. (I've left out the bits the readers would skip, anyway ) Six parts in all. Set in Ireland in the early 80's - important. (Before Civil Divorce became law, etc.) Each chapter is self-contained, just about; yet each complements the others... Moves forward and backwards - sometimes sideways Disjointed narrative - rather than neatly joined together... Sometimes I knew where I was going - or so I thought. Sometimes I was drawing a chain out of muddy water - a link at a time. Kept putting it aside, it kept re-surfacing, demanding to be written... Six Chapters in Search of a readership .. Warning If your need is to be spoon-fed. If you have little desire to be challenged, mentally stimulated, if you wish to be left untouched in your comfort zone, if you have no stomach for the fray... then NOTES ON THE PAST IMPERFECT is not the book for you