Welcome one and all to the most dissolute religious festival in Ireland. I mean, people say Christmas has been commercialised, but at least that's in the form of giving and receiving gifts – and we'll all generally pop into the church to say hi to the baby Jesus. But what exactly about aul man Padraig connects with the truly legendary drinkfest that is St Patrick's Day? How … [Read more...] about Saint Paddy? Say that to his face
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Diary of a Final Year: The Three Steps to becoming an adult (and what happened when I took them)
Here’s the thing: I’ve never really accepted the transition to adulthood. If you ask me what the most important book I’ve ever read is, I will probably describe the Enid Blyton and Jacqueline Wilson collection that is stacked in order of size on the lilac shelf in my bedroom. If you happen to know that particular lilac shelf, you will know that it matches everything in my room, … [Read more...] about Diary of a Final Year: The Three Steps to becoming an adult (and what happened when I took them)
Confessions of a Provisional Driver: Turf Wars
My provisional licence turned six months old last weekend and panic stations set in. What the hell have I been arsing around at on the roads this entire time? The six month birthday of my little plastic rectangle means that I can now sit a driving test. It means that I should be well able to pass that driving test since, you know, it has been six months. Meanwhile in the … [Read more...] about Confessions of a Provisional Driver: Turf Wars
Confessions of a Provisional Driver
It’s 1:29pm, I’m shovelling some supremely scrambled eggs into me, and reading over my notes on turnabouts and reversing around a corner in the hope that my study will compensate for my lack of practice. Lack of, meaning none. Zilch. It’s a Monday. I know it’s a Monday because my instructor shows me the soles of his black and red striped socks with the word ‘Monday’ stitched … [Read more...] about Confessions of a Provisional Driver
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