Checking out the bit between departure and arrival. I hope I never get there.
This is a journal more than a blog.
Very self-centred. It is written for some future me. I am not looking for a following. You may read it. Please comment, but please don't judge. I write about what interests me, concerns me, and a bit about what happens to me. I hope some of it interests or entertains you.I should probably have titled this blog "Shit Happens". Because it does.
Sometimes I quote a song or some poetry, either just because I really like it, or because it expresses something I cannot put as eloquently into my own words. Occasionally i am brave enough to publish one of my own.
Category Archives: Irish
Brogan’s Bar, Ennis
This is the pub I visited for a meal, a Guinness and a bit of craic back in 2008.
Posted in Autobiography, History, Irish, Life, don't talk to me about life!, Music, Non-Events
Tagged Autobiography, dealing with life, food, Food and drink, Guinness, Haka, Irish, Life, Little Old Ladies, Pub, travel, vacation
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