On putting on an Elliott Smith tribute gig on the worst night possible.
On Aoife Nessa Frances’s excellent debut album, looking back at early 2020, and Christmas difficulties.
On capturing what it is to live now, while keeping a bit of hope.
It wasn’t the central relationship that I cared most deeply about in Joanna Hogg’s film The Souvenir.
What I see when I look at a photograph from long ago.
When you reach your 30s something annoying can start to happen: in the rush to get your life together (read: career, family, relationships, paying rent, etc) you can find that you don’t have enough time for the hobbies you once did. That’s not the case for everyone, and is something that can wax and wane….
What happens when you catch snatches of conversations in New York – you might not always like what you hear
What would you do if you could live life all over again?
On my way to and from work, no matter which way I travel – by busy Luas or slightly-rushed foot – I pass building sites. A new layer to Dublin is being built before my eyes, or sometimes, like with the former Camden Street dingy hostel that’s to become a Wetherspoon’s Hotel, is being assembled…
There’s a moment in the first episode of the Netflix series Salt Fat Acid Heat when an Italian baker in the Liguria region gently smooths olive oil over a rectangular lump of dough, his palms slowly sweeping up and down the future loaf of focaccia. Then, he takes three fingers and lightly presses them into…