This afternoon was spent walking. Having arrived home yesterday evening, for a lunchtime appointment tomorrow, I had a day to myself. To do what I pleased. At my own pace. I could have done the countryside walk near my mother’s house. But that walk has been done so often I can almost see the imprint of my footstep on the road.
I am going home this weekend. In just a few hours in fact. I’ll be talking the train from Heuston Station in Dublin directly to Limerick. I won’t be taking the Cork train and then alighting in Limerick Junction – the armpit of Ireland – to swap over to the commuter train. I will be watching my bags like a hawk. The last time I took this train was several years ago – since I have returned, bussing it has been my mode of transport. On that particular occasion I was home for a Christmas visit. As I waited in Supermacs for my garlic chip and cheese, I realised that my wallet has been lifted from my pocket. Being a last minute present buyer, I had not yet purchased any gifts. But I had withdrawn a big wodge of cash money to buy them the following day. Continue reading Limerick, you’re a langer. Boy
In the corporate world it’s all about synergies and communications and praising each others achievements to the skies. It’s about stretch targets and going that extra mile. It’s about being so far outside the box when it comes to your thinking that your potential cannot even be boxed in. It’s about harnessing the matrix. It’s about granular thinking, It’s about low hanging fruit. It’s about powerful conversations. It’s about shared visions. Continue reading A cunning plan is needed
With this blog I may be revealing just a touch too much about my OCD tendencies. So be it. Sometimes it’s better out than in.
Continue reading Lovin’ Dublin? I’m hatin’ it.
A last minute ticket was acquired for a concert, and I was duly informed that my attendance was required. No struggle there – I do love a musical gathering. The band was The Blizzards. The location was the Olympia Theatre. Continue reading Concert time: The Blizzards
The phone rang at seven. It was Atilla The Driving Instructor, arriving at my house to take me on my weekly driving lesson. Continue reading Driving with Attila
The title of this blog post refers not to the Stephen King penned thriller of the same name, which was adapted into a film starring Kathy Bates and James Caan, for which Ms Bates won an Oscar. Continue reading Misery
As I enter into the vintage-blend years, I occasionally wonder, what new experiences life will bring. Shall I ever visit China – the answer to that is yes. Shall I ever go bungee jumping – a resounding no to that question. Will I ever play the role-playing game Dungeons and Dragons?
Continue reading Dungeons and dragons
Rarely do I discuss my evening commute – the journey where I return to civilisation, from the armpit of Ireland – the industrial suburbs of Dublin. Perhaps it is because my heart is lighter – the workday is over and I have an evening to spend, as I see fit. There’s no sense of looming doom at this time. My spirit is lighter. In the evening I look on my fellow passengers with more goodwill and less fear (speaking of which it’s worth noting that Bruiser and Beyoncé are never on the evening bus). Continue reading Gobnait and the Greek
Dublin has a Book Festival. Well of course it does, I hear you say. It’s a literary legend of a city after all. Oscar Wilde, James Joyce, Sean O’Casey, Maeve Binchy all had to be raised somewhere, you know. But I knew nothing about this festival.
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