My life in lyrics
Everyone knows exactly where they were when Elvis died. I remember vividly because I was in Teelin, Co. Donegal when I got the news.
I was speaking to a friend at the beginning of the week and he told me a story about an encounter with an author whom I had loved to read at the age of seventeen.
On lighting a fire… from above
On Sunday, we were invited to a friend’s place for raclette – one of those Swiss meals that start with an apero late afternoon (on this occasion, with home baked rosemar
‘Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience’
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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It might seem strange, but one of my pass-times as a teenager was reading dictionaries. Brewer’s Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, for example, was an all time favourite.
Apologies for my absence here @the water of recent. This was due to the illness and death of my mother, combined with a trip to Ireland for her funeral last week.
FRONTI NULLA FIDES
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Place no trust in appearances
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For all of my faithful blog readers.