The tram network in Dublin is called the Luas. It currently comprises of two lines – the Green Line from Leopardstown to Saint Stephen’s Green is also known as the Posh Line – well to me anyway; and the Red Line which goes from Tallaght to the Point and is also known as the Scary Line. When these lines opened twelve years ago, whatever planning genius that designed them, decided to create them as two completely separate lines which never interconnect.
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‘Don’t believe a word he says!’
A strange and unsettling experience happened to me about a week ago. Continue reading ‘Don’t believe a word he says!’
Rise like a Phoenix
After rehearsal today I went for a walk in the park with my friend. Continue reading Rise like a Phoenix
525,600 minutes – how do you measure a year in the life?
I moved to Ireland a year ago.
I left Amsterdam twelve months ago.
Three hundred and sixty six days ago I emigrated/immigrated. Continue reading 525,600 minutes – how do you measure a year in the life?
‘Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children’
My visitor from the Netherlands left a book at my house.
This was not an accident – she actually said ‘I’ve finished that book. Would you like to have it? It’s quite good and I’m anxious to get my bags to a weight below 15 kilograms.’ Continue reading ‘Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children’
Rabies kills. Agonisingly.
My friend got in touch and asked if I’d be interested in taking a walk to the Poolbeg Lighthouse in Dublin Port on the bank holiday Monday afternoon. Being a glutton for new experiences, I happily agreed. After some cursory research I was confused. Google Maps told me that the lighthouse was in the middle of the sea. How would it be reached? I didn’t ponder the question, and set off to meet my friend at the prearranged time. Continue reading Rabies kills. Agonisingly.
Truth or dare: Strike a pose
Last evening I went to the Lighthouse cinema in Smithfield to see the documentary ‘Truth or Dare’ (some people have called it a rockumentary but I have issues with makey-uppy words like that – I am only mentioning it to express my disgust at the bastardization of language). Continue reading Truth or dare: Strike a pose
Bog bodies, bog buddies.
My work week was short – only two days. And thus began the bank holiday weekend. Continue reading Bog bodies, bog buddies.
My vegetarian dilemma
Actually my vegetarian dilemma is non existent. I’m a happy meat-eater. Continue reading My vegetarian dilemma
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