Monthly Archives: March 2016

A dog’s life

Last night I had a disturbed night’s sleep. I was woken at about 4am by the obscene sound of a barking dog. I looked out the window to see if I could see the mutt, but he was nowhere to be seen, but everywhere to be heard. It was a loud, penetrating, yapping, persistent bark. The type of bark that can only come from a dog that is capable of fitting in a handbag. Continue reading A dog’s life

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‘You look like George Clooney’

The national broadcaster RTE held a street festival around Dublin yesterday called ‘Reflecting the Rising’ – a series of music and theatre pieces dotted around the city, which were to represent the experiences of the residents of inner city Dublin during the rising. These people were desperately poor,living in squalid tenement buildings, and while they may have been sympathetic to the rebel cause, they did not instigate it. But they were certainly caught in the cross fire. Continue reading ‘You look like George Clooney’