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Pandora's Concrete Box: March 2011
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A trip around the universe - as seen from my living room. Wednesday 30 March 2011. I solemnly swear that I am up to no good (or at least I was)! As a parent I'm torn about how I should feel about this. On one hand I should be delighted that my daughter is promising things like this and that the school are pressing such issues. On the other hand it's complete bulls*#t, it means nothing, it's not a real promise. To the kids it's just writing your name on a piece of paper because you were told to. I became ...
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Radgery...: The Musician
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Friday, February 04, 2011. I thought I wouldn't be able to go. I woke up feeling fine on Saturday but got progressively weaker, more lethargic, as the hours went past in work. At one point I pushed the keyboard away from myself, put my head down, groaned a small groan and took a minute's sleep. It did no good. We took it easy, had some pizza and a long sleep. He greeted us at the central bus station in Stockholm, this man that none of us had seen in fourteen years. My father's younger brother, my unc...
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Radgery...: Half spilled and dripping
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Saturday, June 06, 2009. Half spilled and dripping. I go outside on the pretense of a phone call, not able to take the sweat and drumm of the pub for a few short moments. I sit on the ledge and watch the traffic, counting the 09 cars and noting the numbers inside. Blonde. Foxrock. A present from Daddy. Blonde. Booterstown. A present from Daddy. Tall Crouching over the whell. Glasses. Just made partner. Family. Picture perfect. Weekend in Wexford. No, not yet, but I might be soon.". Yes, yeah, I will.".
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Keeping up with My Little Kardashian | Beating Myself Into a Dress
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Beating Myself Into a Dress. First a wedding dress, then a maternity dress, now I'm just trying to fit into ANY dress. Keeping up with My Little Kardashian. May 6, 2015. IT appears I have given birth to a Kardashian. Leaving the house is no longer a simple exercise, something we can achieve in a few minutes by throwing a bag of rice cakes in a pocket and closing the door. No, now we have piles of. This is what it’s like packing up a toddler. Pic Credit: Perezhilton.com. This particular weekend, The Beast...
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Feeling the Fear | Beating Myself Into a Dress
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Beating Myself Into a Dress. First a wedding dress, then a maternity dress, now I'm just trying to fit into ANY dress. April 30, 2015. SO now that The Beast is two, I decided it was about time I. Got off my hole. Found a couple of hours to bring him to a soft play centre. I know. Seriously. I’m pretty much the worst mother in the world, I haven’t brought my kid to a soft playcentre yet. I genuinely believe he’s the only child in Ireland who hasn’t been to one. What if he got sick? What if he got stuck up...
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Radgery...: Robin Williams
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Tuesday, August 12, 2014. He made us do the desk thing. There must have been 25 of us, each 12 or 13 years of age, our first English class in secondary school. A strange thing to be let call a teacher by his first name but that’s how he introduced himself to us, him in his black cloak staring down from those big glasses and a belly full of good old living. Anyway, just a snapshot, something I got thinking about shortly after midnight when I’d heard Robin Williams was gone. I went downstairs, poured a bow...
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Radgery...: This feels just like a Tuesday
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Tuesday, December 24, 2013. This feels just like a Tuesday. This feels just like a Tuesday. A Tuesday with a bit of a lie-in, granted, but a gusty Tuesday nevertheless and nothing at all like the frenzy of Christmas Eves gone by. I didn't take sleep last night, my head full of worry and angry thoughts, anger at those factors that keep forcing my parents to prevail, and prevail, and come up with ways to get by when they shouldn't have concerns. Look Enough. I'm just sad is all. I will, at least, be in a h...
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Radgery...: Hugs
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Friday, August 08, 2014. They congregate here, the beards and those big glasses. The professionally unwashed and their chequered shirts, ample parking for pushbikes outside the door, inside a haven for laptops and quinoa salads, avocado relishes and eggs so otherworldly that they take on the name of the establishment itself. I hate eggs. Always did. They know all the customers' names, but they'll never learn mine. My glasses come in slender, my shirts unchequered, my way unsociable, my demeanour that...
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Radgery...: 24 years
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Tuesday, April 01, 2014. It was a Euro '88 sticker album that did it. Sucked me in. Tore me up. Gave me the fear for the next 26 years and counting, counting, counting. I'd pretended an interest in football up to that point. Tried to bluff my way through primary school with 'Liverpool' as the answer just as long as there were absolutely no follow up questions. And then the sticker album. The 1988/1989 season, the First Division Panini album this time, all the names, the bad moustaches and the Les Brileys...
