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Crisis and opportunity
In every crisis lies an opportunity. Yesterday was Brexit Day. The day when the United Kingdom left the European Union after 47 years. Was it ever really fully in the EU? Sterling and miles rather than kilometres would suggest not. The departure of the UK from the EU is not a crisis and indeed it…
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Election Fever
The countdown is on. Saturday, February 8, is the day that Ireland decides its new political direction. The current Fine Gael led government has performed reasonably well, however change would appear to be in the air. Polls indicate that Fianna Fáil will complete their Phoenix like comeback after near annihilation following the banking crisis in…
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Return to my guitar
guitar My Good Self has been learning classical guitar for around five years now. Of the four instruments that I play, it is the one that speaks to me best. It is also the most difficult and challenging of the four to learn. The learning path that I have chosen is graded exams with Trinity…
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Three trains and a boat
It was time to head home. It had been a very pleasant 10 days in Staines Palace and on the slopes in Tignes. All good things come to an end sometime. It was an early kick off. Breakfast in the Palace at 6, Staines train station at 7. Assistance is sourced and soon I am…
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Equality and light
The world will always be an unequal place. It’s just the way it is. Equal pay between men and women remains a global issue. Equal rights for black and white will never fully come to pass. Full equality between vision impaired skiers and sighted guides is, however, standard practice on three of the four groups…
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End of the line
So that’s it until March. Another week on the planks safely negotiated. It had been a great week in many ways. Meeting up again with old friends, cruising around the slopes and dropping in to various cafes. However a slight discomfort for My Good Self does exist in relation to this particular trip in that…
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The Seamless Ski Guide
The last day of skiing. The final countdown. The loud conversation that I had been having with my right shoulder had dissipated to a mere whisper. It was all good. Ready to rock and roll down the slopes once again. My man for the day was The Seamless Ski Guide. Keeping us company were The…
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Nearing the end
We had passed the halfway point. The gang were now on the home straight. The winning post was in sight. Unfortunately one member of our group fell at an early fence and had already departed the scene. C’est la vie. It was day five on the slopes. My guide for the day was The Car…
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The Black and White Minstrel
The Black and White Minstrel is the person who introduced me to skiing. I am forever in his debt. However, given that he has issued me with instructions never to speak to him again, it is unlikely I will ever be able to fully repay the debt. A man of definite opinions, I first happened…
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Training day, restaurant day
The Skiing Hairdresser knows a thing or two about getting around snow covered mountains on long planks. When he is not beautifying the good folk of London, he can often be found in the Austrian ski town of Zell am See knocking skiers into better shape than they once were. For several years now, I…
