Longitude 2019

Another year, another Longitude Festival, the annual music event held in my local park in South Dublin. Some things most definitely remain consistent: the scrubbed, waxed, oiled and bronzed bodies; the total commitment to adherence to this years’ fashion uniform irrespective of whether it enhances or...

If JFK walked amongst us now……

I don’t watch much TV but I do sometimes enjoy it as background when ‘Reeling in the Years’ is airing. This simple, straightforward reflection on aspects of a particular year from the last four decades or so offers clear highlights without judgement; and the visuals remind us how far...

Over dosing

Apparently I’m self absorbed. So Yer Man told me the other day in a text.  It could be argued that he should know, but if that’s the case, it would be a rare perceptive insight from a man who failed to know so many other things about me, like recognising when I’m down; knowing when I need to be held; or...

My New Walking Buddy

My New Walking Buddy.    We are just back from london, and I take my first Dublin walk of the New Year.  It’s lashing rain, grey and miserable, and my usual walking buddy has fecked off to Uganda to save souls or find herself or some such rubbish.  I reckon she’s going to try and write her...

GAA Mum

I never expected that I’d become one of those competitive GAA mums who spend all weekend on the side-lines, screaming at their off spring, demanding more, berating the competition, and complaining about the Ref. Yet here I am, on a bitterly cold November afternoon, stamping my feet on the side of the pitch...

Negilgence

I’ve been negligent of my blog lately. That’s down to a whole rake of reasons, one of which is that I have been testing the rigour of my heart and judgement, and found both to be far short of being fit for purpose. Perhaps  had I been blogging regularly I would have picked up on the warning signs earlier?...