Many many moons ago, when staying in Montreal. Always been housed by Caroline without so much as a grumble or an eye rolled. I’m not the easiest person to invite into your home for weeks on end, but she’s always done so with a smile. Very grateful for that. Very very grateful. Montreal is fantastic. Only ever gone there in winter when it’s covered in a thick layer of snow and ice (and around minus thirty degrees Celsius). I’m dueRead More
Possibly only if you’re wearing heels though. Or wearing heels and drunk. Or (bear with me), wearing heels, drunk and a first time cross-dresser. Other than that, you’re pretty safe. Out for a relaxing Sunday stroll. Completely unlike those relaxing Sunday strolls that turn into epic shopping trips. By which I mean standing around while the other half tries on everything in the bloody shop. But thankfully I don’t suffer that. No, seriously.. I wasn’t being sarcastic this time.
Pass the swanky breads, way past the name-dropping ‘considerably better than you’ vegetables, around the corner where the exclusive sauces and marinades live and over on the opposite side of the decadent coffees and teas in no name jars is where you’ll find me. Waiting for you… Or someone in a Range Rover, whoever finds me first.
I re-discovered a love of my Sigma 30 f1.4 over the weekend at Kilmacurragh arboretum. Found the place on discover Ireland website and took a spin down. It\’ll be worth another trip when things start to bloom.
My new view. Looking out onto some old building across (I really must find out what it is) across from my new place in Dublin city. Phone line in, broadband soon to be ordered (as soon as eircom find their arse with both hands), TV’s sorted, can now walk to work (in 15 mins) and the rent isn’t crippling. It’s nice to start a new year with a positive outlook, despite those who would seek to taint it. Happy 2009Read More