I shouldn’t be revealing this but if I put it out there, I may be forced into action through guilt and shame.
I want to lose five kilos. Continue reading It’s almost mankini season
I shouldn’t be revealing this but if I put it out there, I may be forced into action through guilt and shame.
I want to lose five kilos. Continue reading It’s almost mankini season
The Point Depot is located fairly close to my house. It is a big concert arena – an old train depot that served Dublin port that has been modernised into a hi-tech shed which has retained some of its original stone features. I am pretty certain that the aluminium roof did not feature on the original design for the building. Continue reading The port
As anticipated I slept 10 hours last night.
However as I did not hit the sack until 1am, it meant that I did not greet the new day until 11am this morning.
No harm done however – I had absolutely zero plans made for this day of leisure, and considering how grim I have been feeling over the past couple of days I thought that lolling about watching daytime television would be a worthwhile and rewarding endeavour. Continue reading Hand-holders of the world unite
Groooooggghhh!!
That’s how I am feeling. Continue reading Suffering
I am in the land of the unwell. I am not talking about my physical location – vibrant, sexy Limerick – which by all accounts is as healthy a region as any other – although it is difficult to get a car insurance quote in Limerick apparently because of an elevated risk of car theft. I never knew this. Continue reading Man-flu
I am sitting in my mother’s living room, drinking a Miller beer., watching the Late Late Show. Continue reading I am sitting, doing nothing.
Sometimes when you have been standing in a light jacket, without an umbrella, for half an hour, in almost freezing temperatures, while it is pouring with rain, for 30 minutes, as it is getting dark, in the most soulless industrial park in the northwest of Dublin, you tend not to be in the most cheerful of moods. Continue reading Frozen
So it has been almost 7 months since I returned to the motherland
After 15 generally happy years in Amsterdam I decided early last year that it was time to hang up my wandering boots and make a go of living in Ireland.
I am not sure if I have written about this on the blog before. No doubt I have and I am at the point in this blogging lark where I am starting to repeat myself. Continue reading The Clash asked all the right questions
About 20 years ago Coolio had a song called ‘Gangster’s Paradise’ which was a massive hit. It featured on the soundtrack to a Michelle Pfeiffer film (Dangerous Minds – by the way whatever happened to Michelle Pfeiffer, I know what happened to Coolio – he ended up on Celebrity Big Brother in the UK after his 15 minutes of fame were up). Continue reading Commuter’s paradise
I live in a very schizophrenic part of Dublin.
In the sense that it is northside inner city, meaning that it is a place of historic and cultural significance in Irish history, and also it is now the financial hub of the Irish banking industry. Continue reading My beautiful neighbourhood