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On Tara Street Station

Waiting for a train after a night out in Dublin with friends, I feel as though I am part of  an Edward Hopper painting, reminding me of ‘Nighthawks’. Instead of a diner with its three nightime customers, it’s a long gloomy platform, the darkness interrupted by illuminated signs, and the shadowy figures of lovers and… Read More On Tara Street Station

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Open wide, please

Yes, E- Day approaches. Extraction Day. It’s probably over thirty years since I had a tooth out, and that was to make room for other teeth in an over-crowded area, so taking out a rotten tooth counts as a new experience. No-one enjoys having a tooth out, but I do remember that it was done… Read More Open wide, please