IN WHICH WE REACH THE END OF ANOTHER YEAR, HOOK UP WITH OLD FRIENDS FOR A SING-SONG, MAKE ONE FINAL ASSAULT ON THE EVEREST THAT IS THE MARATHON PB, AND NEATLY WRAP UP 2022 WATCHING SOME REAL RUNNERS… You had one job. All you had to do in these final months was do your training … More I’m sorry you doubt me, brother
The road to hell is paved with good intentions. This has given rise to a Chris Rea number. Quite a good one, actually, now that I think about it, and certainly with a lot more ‘oomph’ than Driving Home for Christmas; listening to that all the way through is like scoffing half a dozen mince … More New Year, Same Old Me…
There’s a gag doing the rounds at the minute. It goes like this: guy is having his eyes tested. What can you see, asks the optometrist? Empty streets, empty shops, empty pubs is the reply… Congratulations, says the optometrist. You have 2020 vision! And that sort of neatly encapsulates the year we’ve had. Now, if … More And that wraps up the year…
The year is 2038. Garmin announce a breakthrough. They have finally designed a GPS watch that charges without any cables, tears, or fits of rage. But it’s all too late. Nike have already announced the rollout of their new shoes, which, when worn, give you a full workout of your choice without you having to … More The park closes at five…
It seems like a lifetime ago when I wrote this post, but according to all of the conventional forms of measuring time and dates, it was only back in June of this year. This year. 2020. No ordinary year. I bring it up not to recall the days when the sun was shining, but more … More Finding my sea legs again
Here follows a brief post on behalf of everyone here at unironedman. Which is approximately the same number of staff employed to run my graphics business: one. It’s all about quality here, not the quantity. Anyway, it’s been a while since the last post (and chorus). That was the aftermath of the Dublin Marathon, when … More The run up to Christmas
Well, a quick post follows. The year has ended in that typical rush, when all the jobs you thought you had lots of time to complete all telescoped into one mad scramble. I suppose ripping out the home office, redecorating, and trying to reassemble everything in time for work wasn’t the best plan. But if … More Farewell, 2018
Winter is well and truly upon us. The bird feeders have been stocked, firewood has been delivered and stacked, and shopping bags are starting to accumulate in the bedroom, with orders not to look inside. On Saturday, I dragged my weary bones over to Castletown House demense to see if I could make a dent … More A step too far
Well, that’s been one strange week. It started at the end, so to speak, with the last day of 2017. We had planned to have some friends over for the night’s festivities, and watch Jools Holland’s Hootenanny. By the time I had crawled home from the morning exertions along the canal bank, it was clear … More The week ‘flu by…
So the New Year has started not so much with a bang as with a cough and a splutter. Mostly from S, poor thing, but I have not escaped either. It would appear the whole country has come down with some sort of head cold/sore throat/generic aches and pains. Tick as appropriate. But let’s be … More Happy… cough… New Year
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