Radio radio

Tuesday, September 16, 2003 I used to drop off articles for The Irish Times in the days before email (or rather, before they were accepting submissions via email), when they needed a floppy and a printout of the piece. The Features floor was as dull as every other office I’d ever been in, but I […]

A tourist in your own town

Monday, September 15, 2003 Dublin looks fantastic from the balcony of a room in the Fitzwilliam Hotel. The in-laws-to-be have arrived, and they must think that the whole city is full of sunshine, trendy restaurants and beautiful greenery. Much like the Queen of England thinks the whole world smells of fresh paint. Almost ten years […]

Unwelcome souvenir

Wednesday, September 10, 2003 ‘What a nice life that nice Michael Palin must have. Him and that Bill Bryson. Trotting off to places and then writing about them (’cept for his big new cosmic history book). Must be nice to be a travel writer.’ As a more junior member of this profession (the first book’s […]

The elope conversation

Tuesday, September 09, 2003 Last night the SO and I had the ‘Why didn’t we just elope?’ conversation. Buendia and I are back from exotic climes to the joys of wedding preparations. All the married people told us, but we didn’t listen: ‘I don’t know why we didn’t just elope. Have done with it. All […]

Across the desert

Thursday, September 04, 2003 Santa Fe to Los Angeles is a long way – 13 hours’ driving, maybe 900 miles or so. And so empty, when your tank is still half full you start worrying if you’ve got enough petrol to get you to the next gas station. At the halfway point, Flagstaff, Arizona, is […]