Do I feel lucky?

I cannot recall ever visiting a place as covered in graffiti as I encountered while travelling through Athens last week. Barely a single surface in the city has been spared the spray can and while the overwhelming majority of jottings extend to little more than tags, anarchist slogans and profanity, there is without doubt a whole stack talented artists producing street…

A Very Quick Story

I’ll tell you a quick story while you’re here and I have the time to spare. I have a good friend who worked as a barman for the years he was seeing his way through his tertiary educational commitments. No-one who knows an honest day of work would ever challenge you in saying that tending…

Looking back on Galway

In the initial months of the Irish economic collapse, I lived like a down-and-out amongst the bohemians of Galway City. My hair was long, my clothes were scruffy and I had no greater aspirations in life above funding my next meal. As if things couldn’t get any worse, I joined a writing group. While, as a collective, the group…