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Careering through Cuba
Last year My Good Self joined forces again with the group known as The Belgian Bankers, in order to do a little wandering through the Land Of Rum and Cigars (Cuba). Having previously conquered South Africa and Lesotho with this amiable gang I felt the urge to rejoin them when the trip to Cuba was…
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Skiing
January is something of a ‘double edged sword’ month. On the one side, the days are short and mostly cold, and there is a kind of Christmas hangover in the air. Hangovers are something of a nuisance. On the other side of the January sabre, it has been, for many years now, the month when…
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The war that will never be won
Life is constantly presenting problems of varying kinds. Regularly My Good Self faces the problem of getting my lanky frame across town from My Official Residence to The Great Institution of Chatham Street and then back again. Come these epic journeys there are times when I must alter course a little in order to achieve…
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Return to The Park
Of late My Good Self had been neglecting the Phoenix Park. The deer were wondering where I had disappeared to. My Good Self was missing the chat with them. I was also in need of some exercise. The Christmas/New Year period had taken its toll. My visits to the Park usually begin with a short…
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Racism in Sport
Colour is a wonderful thing. My Good Self very much appreciates the colour of a settled pint of Guinness. A beautiful black body with a creamy head. However it would appear that black bodies are not universally appreciated. It’s a funny old world. Racism in sport has been rearing it’s ugly head again of late.…
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A Very Good Day
Yesterday was a very good day. A mere good day is when I give attention to all of the various learning curve initiatives in my humble existence. A very good day is when I also get along to a bit of live music in the same 24 hours. My Good Self is of the opinion…
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Return to Vidal
The locks were growing long. The eyebrows were starting to resemble the entirety of the Brazilian rain forest. I was struggling to see the pints from the shorts. It was a drastic situation. There was only one thing for it. A return to Vidal of Portobello. It was time. Time for the chop. An appointment…
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Readjusting
It had been a lovely few days hanging out with the Queen of Scotland. Often when My Good Self has a nice break in good company there is a period of readjustment to normality on returning to My Official Residence. And so it proved yesterday. I live alone. I have done so for many years…
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Glasgow and Home
And so the Scottish Odyssey came to a close. It was a wild, wet and windy morning as the Queen and I made our way from Galston Palace to Glasgow for a wander around town before hitting the airport. My Good Self learned of a new Scottish word for describing inclement weather. It seems it…
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Marian joins Gay
And so another Irish broadcasting giant has left us. First Gay Byrne, now Marian Finucane. Marian was one of the greats. Beginning her broadcasting career with RTÉ as a continuity announcer in 1974, the medium of radio was more her forte than television. The early part of her career saw a focus on women’s issues…
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