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
After the deluge that was Lock up the Year, 2025 began with some fine, frosty weather, as was predicted. The polar air mass that gave us this clear and sharp few days then bumped into a warm air mass moving up from the south-west, and all hell broke loose… well, from a meteorological viewpoint, anyway. … More Snow Day
I can’t say I’ll really miss 2024. The feeling is mutual with my better half. That said, I guess one should never wish time away. Shit happens, and we just muddle through it the best we can. Some days there is more shit, and a lot of muddling to be done. Actually, I think, as … More Locking up the year…
You figure out after a while that running is mostly in your head. You set goals, and when the little voice tries to stop you, you tell it to shut up. For me, it’s not so much a pain cave as it is a pain patio with a slightly uncomfortable chair…The Prophet Gary I have … More Swinging swords and scoffing sausages…
I am not sure when or how I picked it up, but I’ve had quite the nasty, niggling groin strain for the last few weeks. I did what most runners do in these circumstances, and largely ignored it and continued to train and go to the gym. As you do. Consequently, it got worse. As … More The times they are a’ changin’
As the great Dave Lee Roth has said on many an occasion, time rolls on. And that’s as it should be, he added. Well, it will, regardless of our opinion, I suppose. Moot points abound! And so it was that during the week, a message popped in from Gary to see if I was around … More Return to Three Rock
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