Sammy Snail and his wife Samantha are in love. Unlike many other species of life, they like to take their time with their romantic liasons and I was a witness to their canoodling earlier on today. Continue reading “A Galway Snail Tale”→
Danger is my middle name. Okay, it’s not really, but I’m not really a COW either. But nor is Batman a bat.
Today I’m hitting the high seas of Galway Bay for the eleventh annual Frances Thornton Memorial swim. One-hundred-and-two swimmers are braving the elements to swim 13km across the bay from Clare to Blackrock in Salthill and, with my unique set of special skills, I’ve managed to wrangle my way onto one of the more than seventy boats that have volunteered their assistance. Continue reading “Being Hit by the High Seas at the Frances Thornton Memorial Swim 2016”→
Stand-up comic Cormac McGuinness is MC’ing for Thursday night’s gathering of the Smallest Comedy Club in Ireland upstairs in the Dew Drop Inn on Mainguard Street in Galway. His strong features and jet black hair remind me a little bit of Christopher Reeves, but maybe that’s just because I have a nauseating obsession with heroes these days. In between acts he makes some very interesting jokes relating to the saying that “you are what you eat” and I can say, honestly, that I have not been this impressed and amused with such bold public assertions since Frank McCourt wrote openly about wanking in Angela’s Ashes.
Arnold Schwarzenegger, Sylvester Stallone, Bruce Willis, Jean Claude Van Damme and many others epitomised the definition of hero for me when I was growing up. However, rather than finding these guys inspiring, I found they actually filled me with huge amounts of insecurity as I recall thinking that I could never be the one-man-army that a hero is required to be in the unlikely situations that these ‘heroes’ always found themselves in. I remember feeling very rebellious watching these VHS movies with the 18’s certificate in white numerals on a red circular background. The red colour elicited a sense of doing something a bit dangerous by watching it. 18 is so old, I thought then.Continue reading “Sub-Zero Hero”→
Peculiar is the only word I can think of to describe a rather bizarre experience that I had on Saturday afternoon. I’m not sure if perhaps I drank one too many coffees, was under the weather, banged my head, or if it was the bargain priced mustard from Aldi, that I had liberally slathered over my ham and cheese sandwich, that led to the following tale in Merlin Woods that I am about to relate to you, dear reader. Whether it was some form of hallucination, some momentary lapse of any sensible notions of reality, or whatever, I am not sure, but the one thing I am sure of is that the whole experience felt very real. Continue reading “Voodoo, Pixies, & Magic in Merlin Woods”→