A bookish nerd – my good self – and ‘A perilous margin’

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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’

Get on the bus, Gus.

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It’s been a while since I’ve told a tale about my journey to work. This is nothing to be worried about. Each morning I still bravely face Dublin’s public transport system, and boldly go where thousands of others go with me – to the badlands of Dublin’s industrial estates. There’s a reason for my silence about my commuting adventures. You see, I have discovered that a forty minute bus journey is an opportunity for some extra sleep. Continue reading Get on the bus, Gus.