Tag archive: Oatfield
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 »
Hard Boiled and Soft Core: Tastes of Ould Ireland
I With the Ryan Report’s revelations continuing to dynamite the (already shaky) moral foundations of pious ould Catholic Ireland, local hawkers & mongers of nostalgia would seem to be faced with a quandary. How do you sell & package a… continue reading »
