Every fourteen years we have a little bunfight here in Ireland. We call it The Presidential Election. It’s supposed to happen every seven years, but we find it easier to let the current incumbent run for a second term without … Continue reading →
I have a small problem. And before any of you smart arses start wittering on about blue diamond shaped pills, I have no problems at all in that quarter, thanks very much. Just ask Sharon Tina Herself. No. My little … Continue reading →
I have never made a secret of my dislike of sport. Having said that, I have partaken in the past. I once played rugby for my school. I was damned good at it too, but was suspended from the team … Continue reading →
Normally they call me Grandad. For one day only though, I am Dad. One must make the best of the opportunities life throws one’s way?
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