Select Page

Saturday

Back at Mema’s. It’s a totally different type of home cooking. Familiar, warm, with a glass of Irish milk. It’s nice to be home. It sucked to leave.

Back at home Saturday

Each day seems to be blending into the next these days, the weeks are just continuations of one another, the months tumble by like so many marbles in a knock off version of Kerplunk. So breaking the routine, even by coming home for a few days and mooching some free...

Going Home Friday

The days I wish I had a car… So I went into town to pay the rent today, and it was raining. Not so bad, I got a taxi down, paid the rent and walked towards the bus station in the rain. I grabbed a packet of crisps, a coke and a box of fags. The bus station was...

Senan’s over

Yeah, this is Senan, he lives entirely on impulse, there is no disconnect between thought and action. He’s great fun to hang out with. I’m back up home in Letterkenny, looking at discount zoot suits and not drinking beer. Another day up on the...

The last day of the month

And if it were a leap year, then tomorrow would be the 29th, but alas, not this time. Did my chores, had another fantastic dinner and settled back down once more to watch tv and drink beer. In a recliner. You’ve got to take a little time out now and then, a...