It’s been a while, have you missed me? The reality is that I’ve done quite a bit of writing over on the Arekibo blog over the years and, not fully wanting to get into canonical-nonsense, I never did much about it. I’ve just realised that when we in Arekibo migrated our blog to Kentico CMS,…
When I was a child growing up in County Limerick in the West of Ireland, I would leave our house after lunch on a Saturday, meet a neighbour and head off across fields, hills, farms and up trees. I would tell my parents where I was going, more or less…
Many years ago, a close friend of mine from college asked me to meet him for a pint. We met for a genial catch up and a chat about our lives and our various plans. Another mutual friend of ours and myself had discussed buying an apartment together as an investment in Dublin’s “property boom”…
It’s funny, I was discussing how people had issues with my name with my Dad over Christmas. This week, posts by both Tasbeeh Herwees and Cennydd Bowles were published, articulating far better than I ever could how people have felt when their name is butchered, and what it means to them when it’s gotten right. Being the…
I would consider myself notable in my absence, given I haven’t written a blog post of any description in quite a period of time. I’ll explain here why. About a year ago, my wife and I made the decision to leave Ireland permanently. Our decision was based primarily on being closer to her family (that is…
So it’s general election time again. It’s been quite wearisome to see the country go through the ringer that it has had to over the past few years. I’ll admit, I bought into the whole Teflon Taoiseach era and was quite supportive of the regime when everything was on the up. But I couldn’t afford…
I’m not sure how many boys started in my junior infants class of Knockea National Primary School in 1980, but I can say that five finished 6th class, with eight girls. Knockea was a mixed Catholic school in Co. Limerick, within the Cahernorry parish. My family discovered late in the day that our house was…
My affiliation to the Munster Rugby Supporters Club has paid dividends.
Recent Twitter posts will have seen me rant about lost time and not having enough of it. I’d like to explain this a little further. The whole world is busy. Everyone’s busy. There’s a goddamn global recession going on and we’re all trying to make a buck/euro/pound/yen/etc, but what about life!? What about our free…
