This is my Hadji Bey, this is the Bey I will remember the day I’m dying……   Hadji Bey is a sweet memory for Corkonians. Hadji Bey was a Christian Armenian named Harutun Batmazian who arrived in Cork from … Continue reading →

It was twenty years ago today…….. and my nephew Thomas’ First Communion day.  It was also the day that Ireland hosted the Eurovision Song Contest in what one English journalist described as “a cowshed.”* It was actually the Green Glens … Continue reading →

                                  Back in Ireland this week looking for an interim property towards a home in which we might gracefully decline (when we get older … Continue reading →

    Kevin Pearce is an internationally famous snowboarder who was critically injured when he struck his head above the eyes on the edge of the pipe during a halfpipe training run on New Year’s Eve 2009 in Park City, … Continue reading →

          Like an over-confident teenager, I thought I knew it all. Teenagers know everything about life, I thought I knew everything about the Irish property market. Actually, I hadn’t a ballsey notion. I’ve just come back … Continue reading →

      In 1999 Himself was working in Dublin and only came home to Cork at weekends and desolé being apart, we decided to buy a house in Dublin. I began a search, which, back then, was not online … Continue reading →

                          On November 1st 1986, Himself and myself fell in love, in a helicopter out over the County Cork coast.   He was the hands-on producer of a … Continue reading →

  I have personal experience of what it is like, how it feels for oneself and one’s gender, to be derided by men on a political convention platform. On a plane to Berlin last week, still reeling from the ignorance … Continue reading →

According to an expert in the Geology Departments of the Flat Earth  University, (me) one is less likely to be the victim of an earthquake in Ireland than almost anywhere else on earth. That said however, I was once the … Continue reading →

Woody Guthrie’s centenary, steel guitars and talking blues, freedom and freight train whistles and the Dust Bowl mentality which has replaced Ireland’s Celtic Tiger bravado lead this restless mind to John T Davis and frocks.   Its called polygenesis. Himself … Continue reading →