2015 Grateful 36: Mark Dawson
Who exactly is Mark Dawson? How come I didn’t know about him? I consider myself reasonably clued in with regard to who’s writing what in
Who exactly is Mark Dawson? How come I didn’t know about him? I consider myself reasonably clued in with regard to who’s writing what in
In times when the Catholic Church in particular, and religious institutions in general, are receiving a bashing, it is nice to see that some churches
You look at me and what do you first notice? My size? My shape? The colour of my eyes? My glasses? My hair? My attitude?
We live in a divided world. Catholic, Protestant. Black, White. Conservative, Democrat. Jew, Muslim. National, Non-national. Native speaker, Non-native speaker. Roma, Non-Roma. Male, Female. Child,
Pope Francis swarmed by nuns – what a spectacle that must have been. And to think we were there when it was all going on
‘Ask the Pope to say a prayer for us.’ So went the Viber message I received earlier this evening from a Hungarian friend of mine
I want to be flashmobbed. I want to find myself in a railway station, or a bus depot, or an airport one day and have
So we didn’t win. We lost. To Wales. And if we had to lose to anyone, I am glad it was to them, even if
The minutes are ticking away. It’s getting closer to 3.30 (Budapest time). My nerves have been at me since I got up this morning. I’ve
What country am I? What food am I? What famous person am I most like? Who gives a flying funicular? As I look at these