I had a visitor from the mainland yesterday evening – from Germany to be more specific. After all the continental gossip and several mugs of morning coffee we decided to venture out for some lunch in the neighbourhood. Continue reading My trip to an eatery →

Going to Mayo for a weekend of relaxation is a calm, mature and dignified activity.

Raising hen to paper to write a post about the experience is entirely predictable – after all this whole blog is based on my personal experiences and twitterings. I’ve been consistent over the last year in discreetly revealing my life (although never once have I revealed the name of a friend in here – not everyone is as fond as I am of navel-gazing). Continue reading Calm waters restored →

Feeling a bit peckish after my day at the coalface of the corporate world, I called into Supermacs for a dose of chicken and chips. A healthy homecooked meal was not possible this evening. I was going to the theatre.

Showtime was at 7pm. For my evening of entertainment I was attending ‘Couples+Pairs/2/’ by Blue Heart Theatre. The venue was Theatre Upstairs on Eden Quay. Continue reading Theatre times: ‘Couple+Pairs/2/’ →

Last Friday was the most infuriating of days. My spirit crushing experience was not work related, but it was work based Continue reading The Ticketmaster scam →

At 1.15pm on Friday I received a call to tell me that my travel companion was ten minutes from my office. I started gathering my belongings in preparation for departure. Only then did my boss tell me that an urgent report was required. Cursing under my breath I downloaded it – quickly scanned it, hit send on the email. I suspect I will be asked about it on Monday. But there was no time to think about it then. I was off to Mayo for the weekend. Ballina to be more precise about the location. Continue reading Way out west – Mayo →

There’s a very bizarre competitive edge in my company. Not over something irrelevant like performing well at the job. Oh no. The killer instinct among my colleagues is limited to those folk who are married. And it relates to their baking prowess. Continue reading Thank goodness for my iron discipline →

When I was twenty-one, I was a graduate of a University of Limerck arts course. Working in a computer company in Shannon doing customer service, I endured for about a year in that job before fleeing to Dublin. Continue reading Itchy feet →

‘I cannot believe the arrogance of them, asking you to change the backorder like that, when they know that this will cause quality issues further down the line. Our rules are very clear.’

‘I know, ’tis shockin’ so it is, so it is.’
Continue reading Liar, liar. Pants on fire. →

They are  my work customer. Continue reading I have a customer meeting →

Since the dim and distant days of my youth I have been a voracious reader. From the early days of my Enid Blyton addiction; to the ‘Just William’ series by Richmal Crompton; by way of Roald Dahl, I have devoured books.

Adolescence saw my advance to proper, grown up books by the likes of  Aggie Christie; Stephen King and Judith Krantz – among countless hundreds of other writers and thousands of books. During my grim teenage years I was averaging about two full books per week. Intravenously. Continue reading A bookish nerd – my good self – and ‘A perilous margin’ →