Listen to Older Folk

Let me think πŸ˜€. When I reached my teens, I think that I was disappointed with life and disappointed with the world. And I wanted to change the world and myself. I was interested in Christianity, communism, and pacifism. Regarding communism, I wasn’t at all attracted to communism as practiced by the oppressive communist regimes. … Continue reading Listen to Older Folk

Everyday Is Like Sunday

I was trying to think of a title for this post. I know a few songs with “bored” or “boring” in the title from my younger years: But then I thought of a song about a boring place. “Everyday Is Like Sunday” is about a boring English coastal town that feels abandoned and lifeless. Morrissey … Continue reading Everyday Is Like Sunday

Warm, Humorous People

I don’t want to mention any names. They might not appreciate it, and those who aren’t included might not like the fact that their not favourites. Or maybe no-one cares either way πŸ˜€. But when I look back at my life, especially the stressful times in college or work, I have fond memories of warm, … Continue reading Warm, Humorous People

Mr. Micawber’s Outlook

I don’t have a very systematic approach to budgeting. I’m neither rich nor poor. I have enough to get by, a little more than enough. I think of the words of Mr. Micawber from Dicken’s David Copperfield. β€œAnnual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen [pounds] nineteen [shillings] and six [pence], result happiness. Annual income twenty … Continue reading Mr. Micawber’s Outlook

Sort Of

I’ve always been uneasy about patriotism. Growing up in Ireland, I resented Irish culture being imposed on me and those who tended to express hatred to anyone who was in any way positive towards British people. They used to call them “West Brits”. And I had no love for anyone who sympathized with republican terrorists. … Continue reading Sort Of

Driving the Wrong Way Down a One Way Street

I can remember three occasions on which I mistakenly drove the wrong way down a one-way street here in Ireland. Once, in Limerick (on my bike), once in Cork (in my car) and once in Ennis. It can be confusing when a traffic system changes, so that’s my excuse πŸ˜€. No-one took me to task. … Continue reading Driving the Wrong Way Down a One Way Street