You know that ad with the tagline, “You’re not you when you’re hungry”? It’s a Snickers ad, I think. They main character has been acting irrationally, but thanks to the healing power of chocolate they shapeshift back to themselves after a single bite of a Snickers. You know the one? I identify strongly with that…… Continue reading AH. Yum. Yum.
I am actually in Mexico as I type this, and I’m typing it on my phone, at the bar. I’ve had one Bahama Mama and one Electric Lemonade, and if you know me then you know that’s quite enough to have me enthusiastically humming Disney villain songs loudly and in public.* Currently, I’m on Poor…… Continue reading Thoughts on… Spending Monday in Mexico
I was at a party on Friday. I was at a party on Friday for fourteen hours. That’s a lot of hours to spend at a party. It affords you the time to talk to people, to get into conversations you might otherwise not have had. It’s more than enough time to get comfortable with…… Continue reading Motivation Hesitation
“Where are you from?” “Here.” “Where?” “Here. Dublin.” “No, but where are you really from?” “Dublin. I’m Irish.” “But where were you born?” “The Coombe. In Dublin.” “Okay but where are your parents from?” “My father’s Irish and my mother’s Spanish.” “I KNEW it!” I’ve had this conversation a truly astonishing number of times. Most…… Continue reading Being a Bit of Both
I love being able to express myself in writing. It feels more accurate somehow than speaking words. Talking for me can sometimes feel like playing tennis with a colander; I mean, it’s possible, I can do it, but it’s not ideal. The ball goes over the net, but just about. It goes where I want it…… Continue reading Falling Half in Love with Strangers
“Understand that friends come and go, But a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, For as the older you get, the more you need the people You knew when you were young.” My best friend turned thirty yesterday. She’s become something of a human…… Continue reading Thoughts On… Friendship
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Have you ever been go-karting? Not kiddie go-karting. I mean proper go-karting with a real track, and fast karts, and onesies that smell like manliness and oil, and helmets that make your head loll they’re so heavy? I have. Yes, I’m a sometime speed demon, and in case you’re wondering, yes, I do rock the child-sized onesies.…… Continue reading Pedal to the Metal
In honour of World Poetry Day (which was yesterday), and the suffocating fog of misery that I spent the past week trying to ignore (which has now finally, thankfully lifted), I wrote a poem. I promise this won’t be a regular thing – poetry is not my strong suit – but it is easy and…… Continue reading A Struggle in Poetry
If you ask anyone abroad what the national beverage of Ireland is, I would wager that they’re likely to say Guinness. After all, Guinness has been successfully plying their trade for years now – 258 years, to be exact – with Irishness as a large part of its brand persona. It has the harp, and…… Continue reading Spilling The Tea