"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.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. Charles Dickens‘Great Expectations’ I have no doubt in some esteemed academic circles, paraphrasing Dickens is a sackable offence. We have no fear here, dear reader, at … More Summer in the sun, Winter in the shade…
There are places I rememberAll my life, though some have changedSome forever, not for betterSome have gone and some remain. ‘In my life’Lennon and McCartney It is St. Patrick’s Day as I type this. Do I like this most Irish of festivals that has seen our proud nation’s profile (and our very green standard) raised at many … More Don’t rain on my parade
The weekend has been a little tough on the liver, and the heart. My brother came over for another flying visit, and we had a few pints in the local on Thursday, and then we soaked up a little trad music in a local hotel on Friday, which ended up back in the local pub. … More Great day for it!
This week was very much a rinse and repeat of last week, in terms of work and training. Every day in work is a learning day, and I suppose all this training has to count for something too. Certainly, I feel a little better, even if the body is creaking a bit. I was talking … More Rinse, repeat…
IN WHICH WE NEARLY TEMPT FATE, BUT THEN REMEMBER THAT TEMPTING FATE IS USUALLY A BAD THING AND THEN DECIDE NOT TO TEMPT FATE… The second full week of work has drawn to a close, and a few observations spring to mind. Firstly, I haven’t been doing those sort of hours since I worked on … More The Decathlon Kid rides again
IN WHICH WE DIP OUR TOE INTO THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF SHIBBOLETHS, PONDER ON THE POSSIBLE ORIGINS OF THE IRISH MAMMY, AND KEEP TAKING THE TABLETS… My Mum thinks it’s rather hilarious that I have a regular job at last, after nearly reaching the tender age of sixty. Okay, I’m a few years off sixty. … More Rødgrød med fløde (and other tasty tongue-twisters…)
My opening gambit shall be a video. I referenced this ‘consistency’ quote a while back. January 2019, if you are interested. I am sure you are not. But anyway, here is the link. It’s a quirky little ad for one of my favourite beers, and sadly, it’s not one that’s readily available in my local. … More Consistency in a world gone mad
IN WHICH WE PLOD AROUND THE TOWN AND PAUSE TO REFLECT ON PATHWAYS AND HOW THEY COME INTO BEING, AND WE ALSO STOP AT THE GATES OF CASTLETOWN HOUSE TO GET THE LATEST ON YET ANOTHER IRISH SOLUTION TO AN IRISH PROBLEM… Firstly, I must apologise for using the royal ‘we’ up above. There was … More Pathways
I did say I would report back with an update on the shoe situation, and here at unironedman, we do like to keep our word. And so I present to you the new (to me) Saucony Endorphins, all the way from France. They show very little wear on the soles and the uppers are in … More New. To me, anyway
Behold these old runners. I feel like I have had them forever, but I can pinpoint the time I bought them because, dear reader, I wrote a blog about the experience. And here it is. And I still have them. I did also write a piece – a sort of love affair, if you like … More Life in the old dog
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