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Owp! (or “The Mother Who Came to A Crisis Point”)
have read Judith Kerr’s The Tiger Who Came to Tea aloud many times. I have had read it aloud, perhaps, 6322 times. That’s no exaggeration. Or if it is, it’s only slight. I’ve read it in day-lit rooms. I’ve read… continue reading »
The Campaign Poster Debaffler: 8 – Gay Mitchell’s Quantum Head-Fuck
The presidential election. 15 days away. It will happen in a place/time called “the future”. A contested place/time that does not yet exist, or maybe does. We live, after all, in a time of uncertainty. I don’t mean a “Will… continue reading »
Brainstorm: Dawn of the Damp
Achill Island. 1999. A different decade. A different millennium. Driving, interminable rain sweeps in over Keel strand and down from lofty Slievemore. Dark thunderous clouds roll and boil in the grim skies overhead. And there, huddled and damp, in a… continue reading »
Family Album: The Terrible Agony of the White Phone When it Doesn’t Ring (Or Maybe When it Does)
There really wasn’t that much to do. Back in damp-priest-riddled, early-80s Ireland. Especially if you were a wife and mother. Choices were stark and choices and simple. And really limited. You could sit munching a communion wafer (or sucking an… continue reading »
Knock Knock, Open Wide…
Much to the annoyance of my “Sasanach” wife, who says it’s nothing but a tawdry, second-rate knock-off of the glorious wonder that was Play School,1 our littlest one has become a hard-core Bosco junkie.2 This morning, as we sprawled contentedly… continue reading »
Images that Make Me Want to Cry: 5 – Ravish’d Brides of Unquietness
In the cavernous and deserted commercial spaces of ruined Ireland spirits linger. Grimacing spirits doom’d for an uncertain term to haunt the streets – dragging bags stuffed with ostentation & aspiration around like clanking chains. Exposed to the elements. Fading… continue reading »
Today is just another practice session for the cup final on Friday
So yesterday. It was one of those days of Fine Gael high drama and high-larity. Firstly, I got to “enjoy” George “Let the word go forth from this time and place…” Hook breathlessly eulogising Enda Kenny as a crusading warrior-cum-entrepreneur-cum-rugby-jock… continue reading »




