Readers of this blog will be familiar with my penchant for bags. Bags of all sizes, for any purpose, as long as they're black. So strange. So specific. Anyway, my urge to remove needless objects from my life has found yet another focus: the bags. Please note this isn't based on any kind of philosophical… Continue reading Bags and bags
This day two years ago, I was waking up in London City Airport. I mean, I had regained consciousness a couple of hours beforehand, but I was really waking up in the airport. I was waiting for one of my regular business flights to Dublin and it wasn't long after 7am. An ungodly hour for… Continue reading The travel I don’t really miss
An odd title for a blog post, but one that is unfortunately true. I was meant to be in Paris this weekend to watch Ireland play France in the Six Nations tournament.That was obviously postponed due to Coronavirus fears, but I and my two friends decided to meet up anyway. We all went to university… Continue reading I’m not in Paris…
