Friday, 19th April. 10.41am. I go looking for my glasses as I sit down at the laptop to digest the latest spiralling madness from the globe. Now where did I put them? No, they are not on my head, dear reader. I am actually wearing them. I am officially old. It just happened. Just like … More Giving out. Not giving up. Nor giving in…
IN WHICH WE PAY A VISIT TO OUR FRIENDLY LOCAL HOSPITAL AND MEET A MAN WHO HAS BROKEN MORE BONES THAN THERE ARE BONES, AND PONDER ON WEIGHTY MATTERS OF PHYSICS… As I walked along the road towards my mate Jim’s house, I could see a decorator scraping flaky paint off the walls of a … More Fitness to practice
Dad died on January 24th last year, and we said our goodbyes a few days later, on Saturday 28th in St. Mary’s Church in Leixlip. And on Easter Saturday just gone, we bid him a final farewell when we scattered his ashes on Three Rock, about a mile from where he grew up in Ticknock, … More The Scattering
IN WHICH WE TAKE A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE. NO, I MEAN AN ACTUAL LANE. AND THERE A LOT OF MEMORIES. SO YES, IT’S AN ACTUAL TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE… The magnolia is out next door. It’s a sure-fire sign of Spring, though full disclosure: I don’t really like magnolia trees. Not sure why; they … More A trip down memory lane
“Ring the bells that still can ringForget your perfect offeringThere is a crack, a crack in everythingThat’s how the light gets in.” AnthemLeonard Cohen Despite the rather ominous look of this picture, the overall outlook is more amber-to-green, rather than red. It’s just that the traffic lights they installed at the top of the Avenue … More That is how the light gets in…
The above picture is a cunning segue from the end of the last post. Can you see it? No. Can you be arsed to work it out? Also no. It’s okay. I’ll tell you. Just as a by the by, this is not actually a lake; it’s a flooded meadow – a deliberate act by … More Your pain cave
It is counter-intuitive for any of us who have ever run a race, but there is one running competition where in order to win, you must finish last. It does seem, on the face of it, like some manner of cunning riddle that Gollum may have pitched to Bilbo Baggins in the caves under the … More Last but not least
There is not much to report from unironedmanland. Although, on the plus side, there has been some progress in terms of rehab. I am happy to report that I can now put on both shoes AND socks without the aid of another human being. It’s a form of elevated/single leg squat/lunge that I think I … More Pootling
My recent injury is giving me a taste of old age. Since my tumble off my roof and subsequent convalescence, I have had to rethink a few basics. And other things were completely out of the picture. The obvious items that were struck off the list included work, music and running. With a fractured L1 … More All hail the opposable thumb…
It does occur to me that the title of this blog, whilst it trips off the tongue for me like the Lord’s Prayer or the first twenty elements of the periodic table, may not resonate with everyone in the same fashion. But then, not everyone grew up in a household where their Mum spent every … More Ladies and gentlemen, play is suspended…
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