At Swim-One-Bird

“You were seen going into the Scotch House.”Guessing the informant had also been drinking, O’Brien quickly replied “You mean I was seen coming into the Scotch House…” Irish novelist, Flann O’Brien, in response to accusations of drinking on the job as a civil servant in the 1940s. The allegations were of course true, but no-one … More At Swim-One-Bird

Low Winter Sun

Lockdown Part III continues. I have to say, it’s rather losing its lustre, this whole lockdown business. And I say that as someone who can survive this reasonably unscathed. The main reason is that, as a fireman in the retained service, I have effectively been ‘doing lockdown’ for about fifteen years. I’m not fishing for … More Low Winter Sun

Canal dreams

The heading gave me a little brain tingle, so I checked it out, and sure enough, it is indeed a title of an Iain Banks novel. I’ve read quite a few of his, and they’re damn fine, but I haven’t gotten around to this one yet. Still, after Christmas, there is always a neat pile … More Canal dreams

Back on the clock

How’s your lockdown? To suggest that your mileage may vary would be a massive understatement. Not too many countries come out of this coronavirus pandemic with gold stars, but definitely New Zealand gets an honourable mention. Here in Ireland, we have done okay. Okay is a piss-poor word if you were stuck in a nursing … More Back on the clock