2016

Sitting in a pub in London one evening after work a lifetime or three ago, an English colleague told me that I was typically Irish.

I’ve been pretty out of touch lately. Things are a tad hectic. Looking for a short diversion earlier this week, I decided to check in

Being Irish, I have an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains me through temporary periods of joy. Words to that effect have been attributed both

I’ve had a few scares in my time. Near misses that could have been nasty car accidents. A snow machine incident that could have had

My funeral will be a good one. I’ve it all planned. The readings. The music. The food. The video reel. I’ve decided on cremation and

Dear Lord, give me time. Twenty-four hours in a day simply isn’t enough. Not this week. Or last week. Or next week. It should be

One of the many joys of living in Budapest is the huge amount of activity in the city. There’s always something going on. Places to

When it comes to presents, I like mine to be consumable. I’m a great fan of gift vouchers. A recent gift of an Amazon Gift

As I sat across the table from Péter Kutas in Bridges Food Bar last week, I gave some thought to the creative energy in Budapest

Get the time travel machine ready. I’ve just heard that Bob Dylan has won the Nobel Prize in Literature for ‘having created new poetic expressions

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