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
There is something about things with exceptionally long titles; books, films, songs. It’s as if the writers just couldn’t contain their excitement and squashed as many words as possible into the title. Perhaps they also appeal to me due to my lazy nature. I’m not even required to turn over a book to read the… Continue reading Longer titles than this one
My first post of 2017 is about Tinder. I’ve passed all feelings of shame. Tinder is great craic, why not embrace it? Okay so there’s the whole “you’re judging someone on how they look in a few photos” but this simply isn’t true. I’m judging them on their looks AND their bio AND their spotify.… Continue reading Tinderellas & Tinderfellas
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.
Inspired by my English teacher, I started a mission at the beginning of Summer to learn a new word everyday and add it to my lil scrapbook dictionary. It’s nearing the end of Summer and I can proudly say…I only have six words in my dictionary…oops. Alas, I will share those precious six pages that… Continue reading My lil scrapbook dictionary
This is not a review. This is a plea. I beg you to watch Stranger Things. It will change your life. I’m a fangirl, okay? It’s been awhile since I’ve obsessed over something but I’ve always had the ability. Stranger things has brought this trait out within me. I started the series Sunday morning. Mid… Continue reading Stranger things
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