There is a horrible sense of deflation that comes with trying to read and not being able to connect with the material. T.V. shows, movies, songs and podcasts are replaceable and changeable; there are so many of them out there. Obviously, the same can be said of books but the dawn, advent and rise of … Continue reading Read on!
Why is the red path bigger than the other paths? Oh, boys. Cardiac Hill/The Cardiac Steps are aptly named. 20 to 25 minutes of steps and uphill climbing and clamboring. Your legs are on fire straight away, your heart beating out of your chest. You look at your girlfriend/boyfriend/partner ahead of you and wonder would … Continue reading A Guide to Hillwalking and Mountain-climbing for People who don’t know what the F**k they’re doing! – Cardiac Hill
As soon as I turned onto the Cork road it began to rain.Not just little dropletsBut big, fat ones that spread out across the windshield,Blurring my vision and causing me to slow down. God forbid I go below 120 and stay safe on the road!Especially when His Heavens have opened so magnificently above me.I have … Continue reading On the Dublin to Cork road in heavy rain – Poem
"An chéad stáisiún eile, Nás agus Sallins."After two long hours of trying to read and changing songs my senses are tingling.Only five minutes until I get to see your curls bouncing as you do that cute little half jog up the steps into my outstretched arms. Utterly adorable. The drive back is filled with hand … Continue reading Nás (Poem)
Two red heads, one blonder than the other, bobbled up and down on a patch of green grass. A white Umbro ball passed between them. They both wore Manchester United jerseys adorned with players names across the back. Keane, 16, on the back of the older boy and Beckham, 7, on the younger. The ball … Continue reading David Beckham v Greece, 2001 (Two Red Heads)
"Everybody feels fucking anxious."Just something I say to myself a few times a week,Generalising the pressure rising inside of me like a kettle about to boil.Brushing off the insidious feeling of being alone despite being surrounded. Some days I feel like a coffee cup that's too full in a speeding car on a bumpy road.Thrown … Continue reading Anxious
Happy Friday, folks. Another work week down for all of us young professionals, ha? Just clocking in and clocking out, amirite? Guys? Just workin’ for the man, paying our bills. It’s a crazy world, being a young professional. That’s what we’re called, right? Young professionals? I’ve heard that on the radio anyways. The radio, huh? … Continue reading Dear Diary
I bumped into an auld fella at the bus stop last week. Short, half hunched over, half a major burning away in his hand. He was wearing an old, patchwork jacket and a flat cap. He saw my Cork City jersey and we started chatting. Now, I didn't let on to him I know sweet … Continue reading Barry’s rants: Coffee, pt. 1.
Packed like sardines in an old tin can we push and squeeze and excuse me. There are no ‘sorry’s here in the no man’s land that is the middle of the cart. Hands cling to rails and heads are burrowed in books and phones While homeless people tell sad stories that would break your heart … Continue reading The Changing of the Guard / 4 Train
A bit late to the party here but I finally got to check out Bradley Cooper's directorial debut, a retelling of A Star is Born. This is the fourth version of the 1937 original film, with Judy Garland playing the star in 1954 and Barbra Streisand playing the same character in 1976. Lady GaGa and Bradley … Continue reading A Star Is Born: Review