IN WHICH WE RETURN TO SOME FAMILIAR STOMPING GROUNDS UP THE DUBLIN MOUNTAINS, PAY OUR RESPECTS TO MY LATE DAD, AND MAKE THREE DETOURS ALONG THE WAY… The week’s weather was largely settled; overcast but generally benign. Or to borrow from the late, great author, Douglas Adams, what you might call ‘mostly harmless’. Tuesday brought … More Every path a river
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
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 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
Christmas is a time of traditions. And like all traditions, their origins (depending on your source of choice) may as well be thrown in a pot and boiled for days, just like a Christmas pudding. Unravelling some of these mysteries can be confusing, and just like Great Aunt Dora’s secret Christmas cake recipe, possibly lost … More More to this than meets the eye…
The original Run to the Hills was of course a classic Iron Maiden number, as I reveal my youthful, denim-clad days of yore when I had lots of hair and little sense. And now I have little hair, but still no sense (just thought I’d jump in there and make the gag before anyone else … More Run to the hills
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