I really think I’ve gotten the hang of getting to the point. Watch me go.
To streamline my diary of this project (apparently I have a tendency to ramble) I thought I’d give myself some headings to make my reporting, and your reading, a little simpler. I have to do this every day for a month folks. Restraint is required.
Earlier this week I waited in Heathrow Terminal 2 for a return flight to Dublin. I waited. And I waited. The only advancement being made was the ever growing estimated take-off time taunting me from the multiple screens. I was alone, it was late and was more than slightly over pacing the near-empty waiting area and soon-to-close […]
I hate selfies. There, I said it. It’s not that I’m camera shy or modest or hypercritical of my own image in pictures; I don’t take selfies. It’s your selfies I hate.
On the first weekend of my NYC adventure last October, I spent the Sunday in the Lower East Side at the annual Grub Street Food Festival, happy as a pig … well, happier than the pigs on the spit, put it that way.
‘Who Run The World? Who Run The World? Who run this Mutha …?’ So asks Beyonce, quite insistantly and on quite a number of occasions over a three minute and 55 second period. ‘Guuurls‘ she offers, by way of explanation. Of course; we knew this. I have the kick-ass Mama, rockin’ sisters (blood and otherwise) and […]
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