Saint George, Saint Andrew, Saint David – I suppose there is a bit of a revival going on to celebrate their patronage of England, Scotland and Wales. But such a renewal has never been necessary for Saint Patrick, carried high and proud by the Irish the world over. I don’t know why is it so. … Continue reading Drown Your Shamrock
“He knows he’s good at it, there’s no need to tell him.” Well, maybe he doesn’t know, maybe he doubts himself, maybe there is a need to tell him. “She knows we all appreciate her – that we couldn't do it without her, why state the obvious?” Because maybe it’s not obvious to her, that’s … Continue reading It Goes Without Saying
My friends: where would I be without them? These days, as I’m still in the early stages of finding new friends – and it’s much easier to find pennies lying on the street than it is to find new friends – my old friends support me from afar. They shout from the wings: line prompts, … Continue reading Friends
I’m heading home later today, to the north coast of County Antrim. It’s not long since I’ve been there, just over three months, and although I don't live there anymore, and I’ve not lived there for any great length of time in twenty odd years, I still look on it as home. I suppose I … Continue reading Longing and Belonging
My Edinburgh Press 