When I was a little lad we were packed off to the west of Ireland for the summer months. It was the best education we could have ever had. I loved the vastness of life when I was in west of the Shannon: The fields seemed bigger, the sky larger, the roads quieter and the men impossible to understand.
Imagine this scenario:
You are arguably the best attacking player in the country. You are in the last minute of the biggest game of the year so far. It is a drawn game. You have possession in your half of the field. You look up, pass the ball thirty yards to a team mate and get the jets on…knowing you will create space for a chance to potentially win the game.
I love funny comedians and Rory O’Hanlon is up there. He has a frank and observational style which highlights the absurdities of life in a refreshing and hilarious way. He is a funny guy and I recommend you get to see him at some stage.
I remember Sinead O ‘Connor ripping up that picture of the pope on The Late Late Show many moons ago. What a woman. What a shocker. What an incredible symbol of a new emergence of that very ancient Irish female power. She did it for me.
It has been brought to my attention that we have been on the road for over 1,000 days. ONE THOUSAND DAYS! What a weird looking number that is. We left Australia in April 2012 and are still moving. In ten days we leave Ireland and head towards Thailand where we will base ourselves for a …
Well, tis a new year. A fresh start is upon us and the annual reset for mindsets and habits. We are ready to make changes, to begin again and to live like we have never lived before. It is a rejuvenating time. Even writing the date in January is nice. The first of the first. The second of the first. The fifth of the first. Such a lovely ring to it.