Half a million.
That is one huge fucking number.
Half a million miles will get you to the Moon and back.
Half a million hours ago, I hadn’t even started in Junior Infants.
Half a million days ago, Ireland was still ruled by the Celts.
Half a million Euro would nearly pay a minister’s salary for a whole year.
Half a million words is two thirds the total output from Shakespeare, or two thirds of the entire bible.
That is a lot of fucking words.
It is the number of words I have written since I started this lark.
I must be mad.