Nowhere to hide…

Nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide Got nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide It’s not love I’m running from It’s the heartaches That I know will come ‘Nowhere to Run’ Martha and the Vandellas Well, the other option was ‘The Final Countdown’ by Europe. But that was quickly ruled out on several … More Nowhere to hide…

Dublin calling…

A very brief post to wish my mate Ciaran the very best of luck in the Dublin Half Ironman, or 70.3, as they prefer to brand it. Alas, this race came a little too soon for me, but now of course I wish I was taking part. This is a classic case of the Oisin Syndrome. (You … More Dublin calling…