Why, for example, would a people so utterly besotted with sugar and fatty foods – as many Scots have been (myself included) – reckon that only millionaires would slap a layer of caramel and chocolate atop their shortbread?
Crossing Thresholds of Home
Today, leaving Ireland, for the first time I feel like I am leaving home and as I was looking back over the waves and the rises of Carrickfergus I found myself longing to turn back. In a few more years I will have lived in Ireland for as long as I have ever lived in Scotland, and I can’t see me returning home before that Rubicon has been crossed.
London is a Disease
We’re not talking about the merely well-off, the comfortable, or the rich here; we’re talking of the grade of wealth that is stratospheres beyond earning potential, the sort of inherited wealth and power that comes from vast estates and the crème of imperial spoils.
We Are Waiting on One More Passenger
Without a valid passport or any other form of photographic identification, I travelled from Dublin to Brussels. I made the journey by coach because neither Ryanair nor Aer Lingus would permit me to travel with an expired passport, and unable to wait for a new one to be sent to me I made the decision to take the bus.
Here Now Is Chaos Once Again
Crossing over the street we could make out, under the bellow of the greater bells above us, the clanging of the bells of St. George’s chapel. We had decided to go Catholic today
Where Did It All Go Wrong?
Follow @UrFhasaidh Philosophers will discuss forever the grey area between predetermination and autonomy. Were we personally responsible for all that happened last night or was it all mitigated by forces and events over which we had arguably little control? Certainly up to a point, or more precisely up to an hour and a level of … Continue reading Where Did It All Go Wrong?
Getting to Grips with the Names List
When the list has an Irishman’s name like Patrick Murphy the census is of very little use. Sadly this is all too often the only detail of the fallen soldier’s life recorded in the Irish Memorial Record and what we have to do is identify which one of the 3,321 Patrick Murphy’s mentioned on the 1911 census that lad is in particular.
A Few Miles of Liquid Mud
For us the tour ended well in a perfect little bar ramparts of the city. We definitely needed it, but the thought hung over us like a pall that so many others who did that same tour never had the reward of a beer in the city.
Random Public Journal 