Tag Archives: Memories

East of Bull

When Ossie jetted over to stay with his sister in February of 2001, it was the first time in his life that he had travelled alone. Understandably, the teenager was excited but anxious at the prospect. He particularly looked forward … Continue reading

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First Fight

In Junior and Senior infants, we weren’t allowed to bring drinks out to the yard during break time. Why? I had no idea. Still don’t. Possibly something to do with litter. Judging from the emphasis in Primary School, litter was … Continue reading

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Don’t Ever Dream, Dennis

Was Dennis excited? You bet your sweet ass he was. He had never been to see his beloved Barcelona play, and by chance had finally been given the opportunity to do so; mere days before they took on AC Milan … Continue reading

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Birthday Bash

She may be a jolly good fellow, but she’s nowhere to be seen. A great big party laid on in SinĂ©ad’s honour; champagne, balloons, firecrackers, the works. Family wrangled in from all over to toast the occasion. Her mother had … Continue reading

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Dealing with High Stress Triggers in Personal Interaction

This will be quite a rambling post, and for that I apologise; it’s being written at about 6am by a man who woke up a couple of hours earlier and has been unable to return to sleep in the intervening … Continue reading

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Warding off the usual Worries

I hate these bays. I feel so exposed. They are completely open – that’s sort of the point – and anyone can just wander past and look at all the inhabitants. No privacy at all. Combine that with the hourly … Continue reading

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What a Waste

Music played a massive role in his upbringing. Some of his earliest memories revolved around the tapes played during interminable car journeys on family holidays, parents and siblings all joining in with gusto. They weren’t all good vocalists, of course, … Continue reading

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