We have brought together the best of Irish and Spanish culture, with a mix if India, to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with a lock-down variety show.
A little known play set in a far flung corner of Ireland had a profound effect on my senses and on my relationship with my interior and exterior worlds.
Normally, I give context to the piece. This time, I’ll let the poem speak for itself.
We enjoyed Book Week in Madrid by going to the sacred publishing site of Don Quixote and a Lorca inspired street performance.
A poem about walking around the city, through the different parts and around the different people.
The Basque language remained unwritten for 1,000 years. Find out why.
I filmed a performance of Bollywood and Belly dancing, with a mixture of Irish dancing, recently, and it got me thinking about the deep connection between Ireland and India.
Excuse me dear, I’m hungry tonight. Leopold Bloom, Ulysses.
Hipster sausages, hipster prices – it’s all food for thought. Excuse me dear, I’m hungry tonight. Leopold Bloom, Ulysses.
It was by pressing hard against a pen, and not guitar strings, that his fingers bled.
There are as many languages in the world as visions of the realities we live in.
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 […]