Upside down Polish flags have been sighted on Irish arms all over the island this last week. Men, women and children of all ages, each having forgot to use sunscreen on the parts of their arms not covered by t-shirts, are joined by those who
Ok, so this one goes out to anyone and everyone who knows a person with acne. Especially teenagers. And extra-especially teenage girls. Life is as hard as the concrete your teeth shatter on when you trip over your shoelace, and even harder for teenagers on
This week Daddy is unavailable, so, I Tesla, the goodest boy of all the evers, Daddy's dog, and his Favouritest best boy, will tells you all a story instead. Don't tells Daddy, it'll make him sad. From when I was just the littlest pupster I
So the women are away this week, leaving me and Dog to our own devises. Can you believe it? I can't. What the hell were they thinking?! I'm not arguing with it though. I've saved up the requisite 15 garden gnomes and 32lbs of shrimp,
None of us can escape the political storm. It's on every TV, in every newspaper, at every dinner table. It is a screaming voice in our heads, and very few of us ever fully silence it. When we were small children, most of us were
It's been 100 days now since I smoked a cigarette. And I never thought I'd go 3 days, let alone 100. But I did. And that's the thing: Honestly, I was the last person on Earth that I'd have bet money on to quick cigarettes,
Fortunately, Mental health is spoken about publically all the time now. It's right out in the open. Even male mental health is discussed freely. But there is still a lot of stigma in the male community around talking about "your feelings". We need champions. We need
Social Media is now just a fact of life, like death, taxes, squirrels, puppies, cheesecake, hot sauce and the holy sacrament of ice cold beer. It's still relatively new, but an entire generation is now growing up in an environment where the number of online followers
Having returning to school several weeks ago, I finally sat my first written exams in eighteen years this week. Two whole hours of writing out, by hand, all the juicy goodness I've been absorbing. Two whole, seemingly endless hours to have to stretch out all
Yesterday, venturing deep into the back of the haunted cave, also known as the garage, past the cobwebs, under a blanket of dust thick enough to kill an asthmatic, I found the BBQ. He wasn't in the best shape he's even been in, having been
