2015 Grateful 25
I was at mass yesterday in Oxford. In the oldest Catholic Church in the city – the Oxford Oratory. Mass-goers in Oxford are spoiled for choice as
I was at mass yesterday in Oxford. In the oldest Catholic Church in the city – the Oxford Oratory. Mass-goers in Oxford are spoiled for choice as
There’s nothing like falling flat on your ass to remind you of the importance of the little things in life. More than a week after
Perhaps it’s just as well that I am without issue because had I ever had children, I’d have had two: a boy called Tadhg and a
It’s official. I’m now sharing my flat with hundreds of little black flies. They’re quiet little buggers. They make no noise. And apart from their
It’s been an interesting week. I feel like I’ve been in a mad fight with a couple of heavies who dropped me from a height
Dad came to collect him and democracy was restored. I went from a co-starring spot to a supporting role in double-jig time. Once the UN building
Years and years and years ago, in another lifetime, I overheard a mother reasoning with her toddler. ‘Honey, you need to understand that what you
Seven days in and we’re both still alive, if bordering on exhaustion. I want to be a kid again so I can stay up all
Yesterday we breakfasted on liver and kidney, bacon and sausages, mushrooms and tomatoes, with a Cashel blue stepping in for the gorgonzola. A replica of the
We’re still talking. But I’m knackered. His mother told me that he was too like me for comfort and now I’m finally getting a glimpse