Tag Archives: Memories

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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Transfer Window

Dear Mr & Mrs Hughton, As you have no doubt learned by now, your son Cathal has decided to seek pastures new. Beech Park Under-11’s regret this turn of events, particularly as it means that we shall now have to … Continue reading

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“Some men just want to watch the world burn”

I was such a little pyromaniac as a kid. Loved to set things aflame – toys especially. Matches, lighters, firecrackers… All could and would be used in my nihilistic hobby. One of my favourite tricks was to steal a can … Continue reading

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