"I was born in sixty-seven, the year of Sergeant Pepper, And Are You Experienced..." (© Porcupine Tree). I've decided to do an Iron Man race before I turn fifty. Not so much a rage against the dying of the light, as being slightly miffed at the brevity of the sunset. That, and I've noticed I'm holding jars at arm's length in order to read the labels.
… but it can rain for a considerably long time… Running of late has been as scarce as common sense and human decency around the globe. Look, I’m sure there are lots of decent folk around the world, doing thoroughly decent things. Indeed, I know this to be true. I have been among them when … More It can’t rain forever…
Just a quick bloggidy-blog post from your friendly unironedman. It will ten years tomorrow when I started this online adventure, which was the precursor to a slightly longer (and ongoing) one in which we set out to do an ironman somewhere in the world. Somewhere turned out to be Kerry, and who could complain! Well, … More Happy Birthday to me. Sort of…
When your wife’s niece asks if we’d like to babysit her cat while she’s away, and her apartment is in Biarritz, it seems churlish to refuse. With a week’s holidays booked, it all fell together nicely. RyanAir fly direct from Dublin, which is another bonus, and unlike most of their destinations, the airport in Biarritz … More Long live Finn!
What is it about May? The cold and dreary Winter and early Spring seem to drag on for ages, and you long for those warmer months. You want to see wildflowers in the hedgerows, sit on the deck outside and sip a cold beer, and perhaps jump in the lake. Literally. And then, of course, … More The year is flyin’
IN WHICH WE REACQUAINT OURSELVES WITH THE WILD WEST OF CONNEMARA, DISCOVER THE DANGERS OF DISCO, AND MAKE SOME NEW FRIENDS: THE CONNEMARA ULTRA RACE REPORT Somewhere along the road to Clifden, Gary and JC are chatting in the front as I peer out the windows from the back seat. I forget the lead-up to … More Shuffling the deck
Not long to go now. On Saturday afternoon, Gary, JC and I will head west towards Connemara and our accommodation in Clifden. And the following morning we will all arise and get going on our various missions. There are three distances, and between us all, we will tackle all three; the half, the full and … More Westward Ho!
By the time I caught up with her, she was out of sight. It’s one of those daft things you hear as a kid, and it sticks with you. Not sure of its provenance, nor does it matter, I suppose, though I recall my Mum used to say it to us, and she found it … More Those Marsh Marigolds kinda snuck up on me…
The weather has been fine of late. Plenty of sunshine. But we still have that chill wind from the East, so Spring is on the subs bench, but it’s not yet on the pitch. It’s been busy at work; this is the time when everyone drags their old mower out of the shed for that … More Back on track
Those two words. They mean different things to different people, of course. For most engineering types, I suppose it just means the reading on a gauge is going north. I gather it also means to stretch the hole in one’s ear lobe to ever-larger diameters with jewellery. And something in gaming too. For me and … More Gauge up!
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