Tag Archives: Spud Hughes

A Holy Mess

It has all gone horribly wrong. My attempts to unravel the mystery of Doris Brazil’s yuletide mail drop and the whereabouts of my own JP2 bottle opener (missing since before the Catholic church fell into international disrepute–a fact which may … Continue reading

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Dark Intrigue Surrounds Doris Brazil

Dear Doris, Thanks for your thank-you note which arrived today. I am glad to see that the Appleton Marsh Post Office has finally got the hang of airmail. The note, and your recent blog post actually caused me some alarm … Continue reading

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Spud Hughes calls to let me know that he has fled the mean streets of London for the safety and tranquility of downtown Belfast. My how times have changed. In Belfast of course, they are rather scornful of the English ability … Continue reading

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Doris Downhill All the Way

The idiosyncracies of Itchy Ankle email have caused an unfortunate rupture in my correspondence with Doris Brazil. This letter was sent nearly two months ago, but, belatedly, I post it here for your reading pleasure, and have also included my reply … Continue reading

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Media Darlings

It was just like old times: Spud Hughes calling the shots in the gallery and the Crone being bossy on the studio floor. Yes, this week the Lucille Ball and Desi Arnez of  early 80s Irish television were reunited again to produce … Continue reading

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Ironing and the Irishman

Spud Hughes is back in town. He arrived at the DC apartment tonight wearing his best brown irish linen suit. ” I wore it here on the plane because I’ll need it next week and I didn’t want to get it … Continue reading

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Itchy Ankle under ice

Sometimes it is hard to see the beauty in your own life and it helps to have a friend point it out. I am indebted to Spud Hughes who took most of the pictures below for letting me see just … Continue reading

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Igneous activity abroad, armed police action at home–meanwhile in Itchy Ankle there’s still time to vacuum the cat.

It has been a funny old week in the nation’s capital, Itchy Ankle and everywhere downwind of Iceland. Let’s start with events in Washington DC: Please don’t be alarmed to learn that last Sunday night the Crone woke up to … Continue reading

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The Lost Afternoon

The Crone was first introduced to the concept of a lost afternoon in the early 1980s by her friend Spud Hughes. The idea is to go to lunch and stay there until teatime, and the excuse is usually something to … Continue reading

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The Itchy Ankle Post-Intelligencer

All sorts of news from Itchy Ankle. Kind readers have requested updates on recent Blarney blog posts and so, here by popular demand, is the latest on The Scholar, The Birthday Dress and Naked Men on the Beach. The Scholar has … Continue reading

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