Melancholic Celts surrounded by happy Spanish people… ah, it’ll be grand.
A gasp followed by a gulp – A Poem
The Pigs Are Dead
Excuse me dear, I’m hungry tonight. Leopold Bloom, Ulysses.
The Pigs Are Dead: Hipster Sausages
Hipster sausages, hipster prices – it’s all food for thought. Excuse me dear, I’m hungry tonight. Leopold Bloom, Ulysses.
Irish Slice of Madrid 