Jul 20, 2014
Wednesday 11th June When I ask the receptionist for the best public transport route to Connelly Station I get a puzzled look and am told it’s a 20 minute walk. Setting off on foot I decide that this means Dublin’s public transport is awful. If a city has good public transport its inhabitants work hard, and with a sense of pride, to avoid walking anywhere, even if that means three convoluted changeovers and waiting for longer than it would have taken to walk.
Jul 6, 2014
Monday, 9th June After trying to find an alternative I give up, accept some amount of self-loathing, and book myself onto a day bus tour of Connemarra. It’s a good deal really: same cost as a public bus return, seeing more than one interesting site and less chance of getting stranded in the middle of nowhere if a connection doesn’t work out. But it still feels like a defeat, like I’m being nannied on a school trip.
Jun 29, 2014
Saturday, 7th June The first thing I feel after arriving in Dublin is relief; a much delayed first flight and hurried change of aircraft mean I’m glad just to be where I expected to be. The worries of an alternate universe of expensive last minute hotel nights and rebookings fading and finally vanishing as my suitcase appears on the luggage carousel.
Jun 1, 2014
May 1, 2014
Apr 27, 2014
It ended well. Not spectacularly, but appropriately, well paced and without ruining the whole set-up with an anti-climax I’d been fearing since the mid-way point. I shouldn’t have set lower expectations because I knew it was a self-published book, but to my shame I did. Thread is well written and enjoyable. You quickly get pulled into Bartleby Flynn’s quest to hunt down the author of an unknown book he finds in the library where he works.
Apr 18, 2014
The Prototyp Car Museum smells, as it should, of petrol. If it didn’t I suppose they’d have to add the smell afterwards in the way supermarkets bake bread on site to make you hungrier. It’s not a large place, two floors of cars plus an exhibition in the basement about the 1950s racing driver Wolfgang von Trips , but nicely curated and laid out. Ludwig Zündapp F3 (1948) The exhibitions focus is on post-war racing, starting with cycle racers; small cars built with motorcycle engines, and then moving into the bigger leagues.
Apr 1, 2014
Work was a physical relief. Outside the heat felt supernatural, through the floor-to-ceiling windows the car park baked; shimmering waves around each brightly reflecting car, the tarmac soft underfoot and wheel. Inside you were grateful to have a reason to sit in the air-conditioning, on the hottest days it almost felt that to have an excuse to sit in the cool air was payment enough. Almost. Sitting behind a till and repeating the same conversation for eight hours with two hundred different people is a particular kind of mind numbing.
Mar 2, 2014
Having lived with the Nokia 520 for the last eight months it’s time to review how is the phone has been coping with the rough and tumble of everyday life after the glamour of a new toy has worn off. I’m going to try and split my comments into those relating to the phone and those based on the Windows Phone 8 OS, but it’s hard to completely separate the two on a device as integrated as a smartphone.
Feb 1, 2014
Sambuca runs down my arm, leaving behind a sticky aniseed trail as I reach the disposable shot glasses over the dancing crowd to my friends. The Lonely Tourist accepts one with mumbled and uncertain thanks as they get handed out; perhaps he’s more of a whisky drinker. Behind the microphone, Gaz Brookfield and the part of the floor called the stage, the leaded windows are running with condensation. The crowd is singing and dancing, eating up the last fifteen minutes of 2013.