It was by pressing hard against a pen, and not guitar strings, that his fingers bled.
Summer 1969: Seamus Heaney in Madrid
Surreal Ideas & Irish Stories in Madrid
It’s a magical world, Hobbes, ol’ buddy… let’s go exploring! Calvin & Hobbes
Lavapiés Stories: Home to You and Me
I’ve lost count of the number of times I have seen someone piss on a car in Lavapiés, but it’s another yarn in a list of Lavapiés stories. This wash feet barrio […]
Lavapiés is home to you and me
I’ve lost count of the number of times I have seen someone piss on a car in Lavapiés. This wash feet barrio does exactly that; uncharacteristic raindrops, characteristic pissing from homeless people, […]
Words Perched on Branches: The Language of Beauty
There are as many languages in the world as visions of the realities we live in.
Take a bow Damien Duff: Beating the Spanish
Take a bow, Damien Duff. Damien Duff has been a lot of things: Irish flair player and captain, a title winner with Chelsea, a losing Europa League finalist with Fulham, a local […]
How Damien Duff Terrorized the Spanish
Damien Duff has been a lot of things: Irish flair player and captain, a title winner with Chelsea, a losing Europa League finalist with Fulham, a local hero with Shamrock Rovers, underage […]
Madrid’s Strange Tea Secrets
To drink in Madrid’s strange tea secrets, let’s start with a quote: I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea. Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground
Madrid’s Exotic Tea Secrets
I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea. Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground
3 Alternative Ways to Learn About Irish Soldiers and the Spanish Civil War
Irish soldiers and the Spanish Civil War are deeply connected.
From Anfield to the Atotxa: A Look at John Aldridge’s Time at Real Sociedad
Liam Brady, Ian Harte, and Kevin Doyle share a bond of nationality and trade: they are all Irish and they were all professional footballers who played ‘abroad’, which is to say in […]
On Track – A Short Story
Then we raised a glass to JFK and a thousand more besides When I got back to my empty room I suppose I must have cried
