Category Archives: The stuff of daily life

In his frustration with Padhraic, Colm cuts off each of the fingers of his left hand. The Banshees of Inisherin is a profound psychological insight. Colm wishes to leave a cultural legacy, to create something that will outlive him, and … Continue reading →

Drinking tea with a colleague each morning, conversations are nothing, if not eclectic. Today’s meander began with a recollection of an old priest my colleague had known, a Benedictine who had the title ‘Dom.’ ‘I knew a Dom Paul,’ I … Continue reading →

Each summer, we would go to the Stade Dauger in Bayonne to watch Aviron Bayonnais, the local rugby club, play a match. Not once did we manage to find the way to the ground without getting lost. Each time we … Continue reading →

I applied today for a job at a school where it would be a dream to teach. To be applying for jobs at sixty-two years of age is a challenge. In my previous post, I was on a one year … Continue reading →

‘I prefer to concentrate on my own music.’ The occasion of the comment has long disappeared into the realms of forgetfulness, but there came an occasion when what was meant by ´my own music’ was revealed. It was a charity … Continue reading →