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.
Saying Farewell to Teresa’s Gardens of a Hallowe’en Night
Last night, possibly the last Hallowe’en in the life of Teresa’s Gardens flats, everyone came out to enjoy the community bonfire and fireworks. Kyle, Marley, Anthony, and the rest were so chuffed to discover they had built the biggest bonfire in the city.
This is Where I Draw the Line
So what was this need to take the 'unreliable' oil? Britain must be in the business of collecting unreliable resources from Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria, and Scotland.
Can Religion Still Be Useful in the Modern World?
Our innate religious imagination is one of the many psychological bi-products of our human intelligence which assists us as we try to make sense of our reality. In this respect it has much in common with language.
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?
That’s the Wrong Way to Tickle Mary
Let me tell you this, my buttocks now bear the permanent impress of the weave of the bus seat’s upholstery. If I had thought that the English Channel would have offered the reprieve of a boat to walk about on, I was sorely mistaken. We made our passage to Europe under the waves via the leaky Channel Tunnel.
Doctors Everywhere and Not a Cure in Sight
Follow @UrFhasaidh Text message reads: “I’m doing the red robe shuffle this afternoon if you fancy coming.” A red robe what? John’s full of little textual codes. Best thing to do would be to call him. He answers, and as soon as I hear his voice it dawns on me. He is being made a … Continue reading Doctors Everywhere and Not a Cure in Sight
Tom Baker Chic Three Decades Late
Doctor Who never interested me as a child. It still doesn’t. I was never a fan of science fiction, and I was certainly never a fan of BBC sci-fi. Back in the day, when my brothers and I were being minded by our Uncle Stephen, we were inflicted with Jim’ll Fix It, Top of the … Continue reading Tom Baker Chic Three Decades Late