Author Archives: Ian

The routineness of luxury

Feeling a need for a blood sugar boost, I went into a newsagent and bought a bag of Crawford’s Cheddars. It is some years since a doctor in Dublin advised me that eating something savoury was preferable to eating something … Continue reading

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Do you remember television as it was?

Few of those I teach seem to watch traditional television channels. If television is watched at all it is Sky Sports or Netflix, otherwise time is passed on social media platforms. It is strange to think that traditional television seems … Continue reading

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Prince Philip: still dead

John Bowman’s RTE Radio programme is a weekly search through the sound archives. One week, the archive included a particular recollection of Irish railways. Someone sending their personal effects by train had included a caged parrot among the items to … Continue reading

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Upright furniture

Harold and Glady called at the farm at Pibsbury each Sunday evening. Friends of my grandparents they would sit in the farmhouse sitting room and talk about the events and news of the week. Glady‚Äôs name was presumably “Gladys,” but, … Continue reading

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Illiterate at life!

Leaving the money pit that is my car at the garage, I left a note with the key, “there is a knocking noise in the offside rear shock absorber.” A call came from the garage. “Mr Poulton, we have replaced … Continue reading

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