Eyes: the windows to our soul…and our survival?

This piece appeared in the Irish Examiner at some point in 2020. As restrictions return here in Australia (thankfully not in my current home of Queensland) now felt like a timely time to share here. Also, I'm lazy and forgot about it for approximately eight months. Enjoy! In a world of less – less touching,… Continue reading Eyes: the windows to our soul…and our survival?

Day 28: Me and Trump vs the Lamestream Media

I get most of my news from David O'Doherty's Isolating podcast and the snippets of Joe Duffy and Sean O'Rourke I catch as I potter making coffee and elaborate quarantine breakfasts. It is perhaps, not the best of cocktails: a smattering of wildlife trivia (the Irish term for ladybird literally translates to 'little cow'), fun… Continue reading Day 28: Me and Trump vs the Lamestream Media

Day Four/Five: The cesspool of social media has me drowning

I find myself looking forward to random people's morning stories. Hah, call my sleep-deprived but that reads as morning glory to me and I am at the stage of housebound, recycled-air inhalation insanity which makes that veeeeeeeeeery funny. Anyway. Pretending I'm not a nine-year-old boy who's just had his first erection - I follow one… Continue reading Day Four/Five: The cesspool of social media has me drowning