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
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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?
Only the crumbliest, flakiest Tuesdays
… tastes like Tuesdays never tasted before. Continue reading Only the crumbliest, flakiest Tuesdays
Bank holiday war memorial Monday
I love the June bank holiday weekend in Ireland. Granted this is the first time that I have spent it as an Irish resident since the year 2000 but it evokes memories of sunshine. My birthday is May 31st so I link the day in my head with the bank holiday and glorious weather. I accept, that because this is Ireland, that there’s also probably selective memory at play – every day in Ireland can be a day for a deluge, so it’s probable that I have erased many memories of downpours. Continue reading Bank holiday war memorial Monday
Star Wars – a street food revolution
I arose from my slumber, early yestermorn, and I repaired to the balcony where I had a mug of tea. Followed by another. And then another. Afterwards I though an extra mug of tea was probably advisable, so I arranged that. Continue reading Star Wars – a street food revolution
The 3 stooges
My daily sojourn to work, on the big yellow bus takes on average forty minutes.
As more regular readers, of my barely read blog can attest, I occasionally discuss the fellow travellers on my daily journey. Not out of any sense of malice or obsessive interest in them. It’s more to do with the fact that earlier in the week my life involves transport to work, work, transport from work and evenings home alone. Continue reading The 3 stooges
Save the English language
I’ll admit that the title is a touch melodramatic but I am slightly troubled. Continue reading Save the English language
Driving Mr. Murphy
In typical style I am postponing important decisions. Not for any valid reason – it’s more to do with some irrational fear of failure. If I don’t try, then I can’t fail. Now logic would respond that if I don’t try then I’ve already failed – it’s just unofficial. But logic can be overrated. Continue reading Driving Mr. Murphy
