Monthly Archives: August 2014

Barbara Sheehan, late of Belfast 8: my childhood best friend

We were both bossy, Barbara Sheehan and I. We made sure one of us was always elected leader of the many clubs we founded. We issued frequent orders to her little brother and my younger siblings, a surprising number of … Continue reading

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Growing old digitally

My birthday was marked in a way that wouldn’t have been possible ten years ago: 78 greetings via Facebook; one ecard; an email; a what’s app message; and two text messages. I also received a parcel via Amazon, and an … Continue reading

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Writin’ Dirty

I am pretty sure I have a peptic ulcer. Before you start with the lip pursing and teeth sucking and head shaking, I wish to stress that this is not a complaint brought on by stress; nor is it sparked … Continue reading

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I don’t got milk

I have failed the online Irish test set by Buzzfeed. I can’t sing the anthem, I don’t speak Gaelic and, perhaps most damning of all, I don’t drink tea. It is the milk that puts me off. I find milk … Continue reading

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