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Fruit & Veg
7pm. Killing time in Dalkey. Fruit & Veg. Saltimbocco & Medaglioni Di Filetto. Batman & Robin. Chalk & Cheese.
Blame the Dutch
The plaintive call of my mobile wakes me up early this morning, not quite 5 am. I open my eyes and find myself gazing into my stalwart laptop still spinning my West Wing S2 DVD. Closing the lid puts it … Continue reading
Raw like sushi
He: Eat and sleep. Sunday is a day of rest! X Me: Um… I’m going out! Just dinner but. Wid lots of sake 2 wash down d raw fish. He: Oh no. Dislike raw fish and hate sake. Very bad … Continue reading
Sabbatical
I was starting to wonder if things would ever go back to normal and ding, HRM livens up the morning with a typical ‘I’m back and in a moody’. And just like that, things ARE back to normal in a … Continue reading
That’s how the troubles start
He: “So, I’m doing this thing about Jesus, that’s gonna stir things up, don’t you think?” Me: “I’m a Prod, that stuff doesn’t really affect me. This isn’t Holy Catholic Ireland.” He: “Well, Catholics are the BEST people!” Me: “OH … Continue reading
Himself, myself and the ticking clock
Quiet start of the new year here in Amsterdam, well, except for the deafening noise of the fireworks outside. Nothing compared to the display in London, but still pretty amazing as usual. I’m alone, but not lonesome and the virtual … Continue reading
Outahishead
Hello? Hmmrrvvw Is that you? MwwImmmmtrappednerveinmebackgrrheavypainkillerzz. That sounds bad. RvvrvwoarrestingthenflyinintoDingletuesdaynightcantriskdaroads. Oh dear. Whenaayoucommenin? Tuesday evening, coach from Cork to Tralee then on to Dingle. Isziscostinyouaforchune? Yeah. It’s ok, it’s my Christmas holiday. Waahtwonightsinbloodydingle? I’ll go to Dublin after. Hrrmhayoushomewhedastay. Sorry? … Continue reading
He now the living
Me sad, says he. Delayed shock, the loss of someone who should still be a friend, the confrontation with mortality. I know how he feels. All I have is words and the words are not my own. Write his name … Continue reading
Not a morning person
Here, softened up by breakfast, but still a holy terror in the morn, Herr Flick Friday, green leather long coated bane of my existence. A bottle to the head and flowers up. Is he gonna kiss, or is he gonna … Continue reading
The road to Mizen head
We’re dependant on the network’s reach. It’s been a while, a week, or more, or less. My head’s been killing me and my shoulders ache in sync. I got a signal outside, he says. How are ya? OK, I say … Continue reading
