Monthly Archives: February 2022

Is it free to be kind?

“It’s free to be kind,” says graffiti on a hoarding of a building site. The graffiti is written with a black marker, the letters are no more than six inches high. Only someone passing on foot would even notice the … Continue reading

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Studs on concrete and irrational hope

League of Ireland football is comparable with National League football in England. Small clubs rooted in the community with intimate grounds where player and spectator are in close proximity. Sitting in the stand at Richmond Park with sheets of rain … Continue reading

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Parents’ evening

Perhaps I have written before about John, a friend who was a school teacher who was sat in the staff room of the school in which he taught, laboriously writing reports for the fifty or sixty students to whom he … Continue reading

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