“If you could take a pill to make you normal,” he said, “would you?” I am with Duncan in the Bier Halle. He has a…
Obviously, I was considerably younger when the above photograph was taken. 26, in fact. Happy birthday to me! As I enter my thirieth year on…
I am not wishing Bob Dylan a happy 70th birthday, for two reasons: (a) I’m fairly certain that he’s got better things to do than…
The Book Pile is an increasingly mountainous heap that lives underneath – and increasingly alongside – my bedroom mirror. It is more likely to be…
Girls, it’s not just me that has that “go-to” dress, is it? That one piece of clothing that, when you can’t find anything else to…
There’s a piece in the latest issue of Oh Comely magazine, about the digital graveyard (for want of a better term); you know, what happens…
I can’t begin to tell you how much I enjoyed having a week to myself last week. It’s always ben a weakness of mine that…
On something of a little change of pace for this blog, earlier this week I attended one of St Aloysius’ College’s Lenten Gonzaga Lectures series….
This little questionnaire does the rounds every December. The questions never change, but it’s a neat way to sum up a year’s achievements or otherwise….
Dear Santa, What I actually want for Christmas is a plane ticket to Boston (by way of New York), Frank Turner and a kitten of…
2. Your first love, in great detail: If I was less of a person, I could cheat already of course: the best way to get…
1. Introduction: In an effort to inspire me to become a little more regular with my blogging (this current “once a week” deal, although unintentional,…
