Souper Man

Her face flicks through a range of expressions – some involuntary, some manufactured. Hopeful Grimacing. Thoughtful. Puzzled. And then back to Optimistic as she continues the tasting. “Ptsep-Ptsep-Ptsep – it’s nice…em… maybe it needs more salt.” If the soup had any more added salt, it would get its own special rate of VAT in the

Selling Out

I’ve never been good with salespeople. Not only are they very self-aware, they also seem to know a lot more about me than I do – like what I need. When you work from home you meet a lot of people selling various things. Each has a different approach. Members of the Travelling community are

Group Theory

Every now and then a news story will shine a light again on a quirk of the English language. In the last ten days, the quirk was the collective noun. The gasps and OMGs of two English women as they kayaked on Lough Derg, was the backing-track to a hitherto not often-mentioned collective phenomenon –

Floored

It’s been some time. The conditions have not been right. There was always somewhere else to be, someone to talk to, the wrong shoes, the wrong floor, the music did not have the requisite level of funk. But now the planets are aligned. A seven-piece brass band called Brass Roots is playing OutKast and I

Seasons To Be Cheerful

Saturday marks the end of Western European Summer Time. Or Irish Standard Time as it is officially known here. We don’t call it that of course. If we were on Irish Standard Time we would all be half an hour late, ‘stuck in traffic’, because ‘we got delayed’, ‘something came up’ or ‘we couldn’t get

Kilkenomics!

I’ll be here from Wednesday to Sunday and thanks to Greeks bearing gifts of newsworthiness , it looks like it’s all coming to the boil again.