It's well known that the Irish have a "way" of doing things but few know of the hilarity of growing up in Ireland and the totally cringeworthy habits that are formed as a result. Like the time when I was in a friends house having just moved to London. We were watching a film and … Continue reading 90s time in Ireland.
Life in London is never boring, or straightforward. A trip that should take 20 minutes, can take over an hour if there is the smallest accident and in the same breath, one tube line can totally de-rail an evening... sorry for the rather obvious pun. You see this played out in the faces of Londoners … Continue reading London or bust.
So I've been spending a lot of time recently helping various people with their career decisions, in fact with their decision making process in general. It's hard to be critical without thinking about ones own way of doing things and I've been spending a lot of time recently looking at the things that have gone … Continue reading Fear of failure
“What are we doing today?”, this is one of my earliest memories. I was looking out my bedroom window on an estate in Palmerstown, Dublin. I guess I was about 5 or 6 and life was pretty simple. Except that I couldn’t figure out what we were doing that day. It wasn’t a school day, … Continue reading Earliest memory
Yesterday was one of those days that I can’t quite get my head around. On the face of it, it shouldn’t have been all that, but wow, by the time I hit the pillow at the end of the day… So I had set this challenge for myself, to make sure that I was getting … Continue reading Couldn’t make it up…
Here I am again, in an airport. I love being in an airport when it means that I am going somewhere. It can be anywhere really but after watching the radars for the last few days I'm confident that we will make it to Okinawa and not have to wait it out in Hong Kong. … Continue reading Suspicious items…
There simply hasn't been enough time to do all the things that I want to do here, so much so that I am running from one place to another and grabbing 20 minutes of sleep to keep going. By the end of the week I am able to leave the apartment at 13 minutes to … Continue reading Day 9 Being a tourist… and karate