There is no need to send for Sherlock Holmes to solve the mystery of Dublin’s disappearing garden centres because even the zebras in the zoo know that those centres, many of which were on large sites, were hovered up during boom times for development.
The tumbling over of one year to the next is traditionally seen as a time to slew off bad habits and replace them with dizzyingly good ones in the hope of creating improved versions of ourselves. Thus far in 2015 I haven’t done
much anything on the self-improvement front, not, I hasten to say, because there is no need for a dose of betterment but because I have been blindingly slothful since the start of the year.
So another year has spun around and it’s Christmas time again. This morning I headed into the city centre. Traffic was light so I was all parked up just before eight o’clock and I started the day ensconced in a cosy café (Hatch & Sons), breakfasting on a scrumptious date scone and coffee.
Lately it seems as if time has ghosted by and yet Christmas 2014 still feels as if it is as far away as the twenty-fifth century. And I have been absent from the blog. Again! That’s because, for the three weeks just gone by, I decamped to the back bedroom of my lilliputian house while a builder took over most of the rest of it. A diagram of my brain during that period would have shown that I was ninety-five per cent preoccupied with the building work, leaving a mere five per cent for dealing everything else. Yesterday the work was complete and I got my house, now transformed, back.
I love this short video with its message about kindness. The speaker is legendary television producer John Llyod whose credits include: Not the Nine O’Clock News, Spitting Image, and Blackadder. The design and animation are by TOGETHER.
I am neither a risk-taker nor an adrenaline junkie. So there are certain things I am as likely to do as a family of penguins is to arrive on a beach in Florida for a spot of sunbathing . Items on my unlikely to-do list include: leaving a plane at a surreal height and relying on a parachute to get me safely to the ground, bungee jumping off a vertiginous building, and white water rafting.
Apologies for the quality of some of the images in this post. I wish I could blame my ‘second-best camera’ but the faults are all mine!
Last week, a couple of months into my photography course, I had a week off college. It’s such an aeon, almost the first ice age, since my school and student days that truly I cannot remember if half-term featured back in the day when I was last glued (not) to text books.
‘Tis the season of scary stuff: ghosts and ghouls; tricking and treating; spooky spiders and other freaky frights.
The Fish Shop is a new kind of fish and chip shop in the South Dublin suburb of Blackrock. Although it has customers who come from near and far I suspect that many who regularly walk down Blackrock’s Main Street don’t know of its existence as it is located a little off the main drag to the rear of The Blackrock Market.