So Britain has voted to leave the EU. While I’m not British and wouldn’t have voted to leave, the result is valid, and needs to be respected, regardless of whether it was the grey vote that tipped the balance in favour of leave. The young voters who voted in their majority to stay will have to live with the consequences. But that’s simply the nature of referenda. Continue reading Britain – I don’t know her
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Genus homosapien – workplace edition
David Attenborough is one the most interesting television presenters alive. Travelling the length and breadth of the globe, examining the habitat of all manner of flora and fauna – from the Amazon rainforest to the Sahara desert to the North Pole. He explores the challenges and environments endured by plant and animal, and explains these in an engaging, entertaining and informative manner. Continue reading Genus homosapien – workplace edition
Last Brexit to Europe
So tomorrow the UK votes on whether it leaves or remains in the EU? Continue reading Last Brexit to Europe
Beyonce at the B&B
Recently I have been getting the 8.30 bus in the morning, instead of the 8.15. It gets me to my desk by 9.10 which is still in the vicinity of on-time. However as my boss never rocks up until 9.30, I have taken the unilateral decision that an extra fifteen minutes in my pit, in the morning is good for my health, and that I am going to avail of this extra time. Continue reading Beyonce at the B&B
The launch
I was at a book launch the weekend before last. It was for an anthology of Limerick LGBT writing and had the snappy title ‘It’s a queer city: all the same’. I contributed two pieces to this book. Continue reading The launch
Good game, game of two halves
The European football championships are allegedly being held in France at the moment. I say allegedly because of course my awareness of football fixtures is, shall we say, underdeveloped.
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Meet the neighbours
As my regular readers (that’s you – the select few) may be aware I live in a big, shiny, modern apartment block in city centre Dublin. Built about 15 years ago it lies on the edge of Dublin’s financial district, in the north inner city. It occupies a strange twilight zone – the front of my building overlooks sleek, modern, glass, financial institutions. The rear of my building overlooks a council estate – one of the most notorious in Ireland, where crime is allegedly the only way of life, and where five gangland murders have been committed within a half mile radius this year alone. Continue reading Meet the neighbours
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother
I woke up this morning with a heavy heart. Yesterday’s news that a gunman entered a gay club, with the intention of murdering as many people as he possibly could is so tragic and horrible. And all so predictable. Continue reading He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother
Aggressively chirpy Friday
There’s something sinister about people whose jollity seems forced. Relentless good humour strikes me as a strange and dark character trait. Continue reading Aggressively chirpy Friday
Age is just a number?
Interns are employed at my company. Students in their final year at college are given six month placements to give them some experience of the big, bad world of work (and on the company’s side to give those undesirable tasks, like filing and scanning and printing, to someone who is willing and eager to perform them. ) Continue reading Age is just a number?
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