I went to Amsterdam. I know, I’m so cultured; it’s not as if every other young Irish person has done the same in the past two years. On the day of my 18th birthday, my twin and I headed off to the airport where we had our first legal alcoholic beverage to be followed two… Continue reading A five hour mental party
Growing up as an abnormally tall human being, people presume that I’ll be good at sports. I’m constantly asked if I play basketball, many have commented that I would make an ideal midfielder for Gaelic football and once a customer in work even tried recruit me for the local women’s rugby team. Alas truth be… Continue reading Gimp of the Year
As a child, I pissed myself a lot. Many of my childhood memories are stained with the shameful urine that I involuntarily passed. I had critical FOMO, before the very definition of the word had been coined. Terrified of the possibility that I would miss the craic, I would never excuse myself from a fun game… Continue reading Incontinence incidents
I work in a restaurant, *everyone who knows me sighs heavily*, I KNOW I MENTION IT A LOT. I just can’t help sharing my stories about working in a restaurant, it has left me with a number of hilarious experiences stemming from various encounters with rather eccentric characters. I’m not saying that waiters can’t be… Continue reading I HAD A SUGAR DADDY AND A STALKER (this is not clickbait)
In recent years, the modern day twist on fairy tales has become quite popular with the likes of A Cinderella Story, Hoodwinked and Once Upon a Time. Yet Irish myths have yet to be updated. That is until now. I have taken it upon myself to write perhaps the most Irish post that will ever… Continue reading A load of bollox
Surprise, bitch. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of me. Sorry but the meme was necessary. The madness of sixth year life has prevented me from writing since summer. There’s been study, the sesh and of course…debating. Yes, I’m an avid debater. It has given me the opportunity to practice for my dream… Continue reading Surprise, bitch.
This week I attended poetry club, a name that I think is cooler to say than the ‘Gerard Manley Hopkin’s Youth Programme’. My friend and I, being the nerds that we are, thought it would be fun. Arriving the first day, I suspected that I may be greeted with a number of pretentious wannabe poets.… Continue reading Poetry club