November. There was a time I’d swear off the drink for the month. Indeed, I occasionally had a dry January too. And if I was feeling particularly holy (or smug) I’d stay off alcohol for the entire length of Lent. Yes, I’ve done it. And as Pee Flynn said about being very wealthy and owning … Continue reading The time my colleagues scuppered my plan for a Dry November
Luggala.One word and it brings to mind the beauty of Wicklow, the Guinness dynasty, the Beatles and A Day in the Life, their song about Tara Browne, the Rolling Stones and Mick Jagger, Garech Browne and parties, wild parties we never imagined took place on our saintly isle. But they did.Liam Collins paid a last … Continue reading So it WAS Mick Jagger throwing a cigarette butt out of the window of a Rolls Royce in Stillorgan 50+ years ago!
I cannot tell a lie. Well, that’s actually a lie. I can. But I don’t do it very well. So it would be more accurate to say that I can tell a lie. But I can’t get away with it. That picture, the one of me with the pint? It’s a lie. Here’s why. We … Continue reading I have to admit it – this photograph is a lie