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Happy New Year
Another year over, a new one just begun. My Good Self is optimistic about the year ahead. I genuinely feel the best is yet to come. However I am not a great believer in New Year resolutions. I prefer to think more in terms of goals. My chief goal for the upcoming 12 months is…
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New Years Eve
My Good Self is not a huge fan of New Years Eve. It’s a ‘take it or leave it’ kind of evening. Many is the time I have hit the hay before the midnight hour and lived to tell the tale. I like to live life on the edge. Having said all that, of late…
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The Longford Marathon
Strange as it may seem, My Good Self actually did a marathon once upon a time. Admittedly I give every impression of a young musician who is constantly knocking back copious amounts of Guinness, wine and cocktails, and that I would not know a Marathon from a Snickers even if it hit me in a…
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End of the road for the UK?
It’s hard to see the United Kingdom surviving in its present form for very much longer. I wonder what the odds are? I feel a visit to my good friend Paddy Power coming on. In the recent UK general election Northern Ireland elected more Nationalist MP’s than Unionist. This outcome would appear to move the…
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Ryanair blues
Yesterday saw My Good Self book a flight to the Land of Haggis (Scotland). The Queen of Scotland has invited me over for a few days of strolling and imbibing. When royalty comes knocking on the door, My Good Self feels obliged to respond. Having recently singlehandedly saved the world from the carbon footprint on…
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The future is music
Recently My Good Self experienced something of a cloudy period. This was nothing new in my humble existence to date. It has happened before. No doubt it will happen again. The ensuing challenge of any cloudy period is to react in the appropriate manner. Sometimes this is easier said than done. Many moons ago, when…
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The Great Institution of Chatham Street
Grafton Street is the unofficial main street of The Fabulous Fair City. Along with its side streets, it has everything. Shops, pubs, clubs, cafes, theatres, restaurants, you name it and its there. Not forgetting the buskers of Grafton Street who perform there daily and add to the atmosphere. It wouldn’t be quite the same without…
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Christmas Day
And so it’s Christmas. And what have we done? Christmas is a strange time of the year. It’s a time when families are expected to come together. Even if they don’t get along. It’s a time when people feel pressured to buy gifts, some of which will not be fully appreciated. It’s a time of…
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Santa is coming
It’s Christmas Eve babe. But I’m not in the drunk tank. And an old man said to me that Santa is on the way. So how exactly does he do it? How does one man get around to every child that has written to him and deliver requested gifts all across the land? It comes…
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A day of rebuilding
For every period of ‘cloudiness’ there follows a period of rebuilding. A return to basics. Yesterday morning kicked off at the relatively respectable hour of 8.30. Tea, radio and guitar were the first ports of call. Tea is reassuring. Radio is company. Guitar is therapy. The Belgian Boy dropped in around 12. Time for coffee…
