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In a genteel area of Dublin, there was a house where Macbeth mixed with magicians, where actors from the Abbey Theatre shared a breakfast table with acrobats, where mountebanks slept in late and returned after midnight, still wearing the traces of fantastic make up.
This was Sheridan House, a theatrical `digs’ that was a cut [...]
It can’t be true - it seems almost unbelieveable that such vandalism could take place. But the Hill of Tara, the seat of Ancient Kings in Eire, is under threat from a motorway which will be built right across the top of this ancient site.
You don’t have to be Irish to be outraged. Tara may [...]
That song by Meatloaf often haunts me these days. My mother is 80, and it is obvious that now it is the memories of long ago that seem closer than they are, than the most recent. She remembers her childhood and youth very clearly, but has to be constantly reminded of things that happened just [...]
“I’m telling you this is the greatest thing since
sliced bread. It can’t fail.”
Misako scooped the froth off her cappuccino with a
spoon and slurped it between her lips. Kate watched
her warily. Friends since junior school, she had often
been caught up in Misako’s get-rich-quick schemes and
regretted it.
“How much will it cost me?” she asked now, as Misako
attacked [...]
Once in Ireland long ago, there was a family of tinkers; himself was called Fergus, herself was Shula, and they had a brood of children, each named after a Saint in Holy Catechism.
Fergus and Shule never bothered to count their children. On a bright sunny day when the young ones were out playing and the [...]
Revenge is a dish best served cold. That’s a quote from Star Trek. Don’t tell me otherwise, I know.
If you had been forced to watch every episode of the original series, every movie in the franchise plus the endless TV spin offs, dozens of times over, you would know too.
Don’t get me started about the [...]
When the policeman knocked on Mrs Mountjoy’s door in Palomar St, curtains twitched in the neighboring houses. There hadn’t been a policeman on her doorstep since Mr Mountjoy left, some years before.
Young Ellen Mountjoy opened the door, and screeched back over her shoulder.
“Mam, the law’s ‘ere!”
Such a summons might have flustered a weaker woman, but [...]
Lena Lamont was a dame to die for.
She came into my office like a dream walking and draped herself over my desk. The low cut neckline of her tight red polka dotted dress gave me a view that made me choke on my donut.
“Mr Scanlon, I’m a desperate woman, I need your help,” she [...]
Damned vampires. Always whining.
“Being immortal’s not all it’s cracked up to be – how would you like to live forever and watch all your loved ones dying off?”
Tell someone who cares.
I’m 400 years old, and still enjoying undeath. But these younger vampires – they always have to be the victim, always complaining about something or [...]
The girl looked at me
And tossed Her flipped hair
And said, Now I know why
Country folk are so
Unfashionable.
She looked at me,
In my waist high jeans,
Scuffed shoes and
t-shirt that said
PEACE and LOVE
With a rainbow.
Then she looked down
At her fashionable
White canvas bellbottoms,
Trailing in the dust like
Ship’s rigging
At half mast.
