Monthly Archives: July 2010

Twelfth Weigh-in Sunday, 25th July, 2010

Friday was not a good day. It will live forever, like the burning of Rome and the sack of Baltimore, as a Very Bad Day. I got up early. It’s always a tense day on a CELTA course when the … Continue reading

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Summer Bay in the Balkans

When I was in my early teens, Nickolodeon had not yet come to Ireland. Only the rich and those who lived in the Pale had English TV channels, so there wasn’t much teenage programming. As the years went by, the … Continue reading

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A phonecall and a chocolate closet

Connor’s Mammy: Hello? Lady with thick Dublin 4 accent: Hello. Can I speak to Connor O’Donoghue, please? Connor’s Mammy: I’m sorry. He’s not here at the moment. Can I take a message? Lady with thick Dublin 4 accent: Can you … Continue reading

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Eleventh Weigh-in Sunday 11th July 2010

Ljubljana is a special place. Today I passed two seventeen-year-old policemen. They were cycling along, dressed in their police t-shirts and their police shorts, with their police sandals and their guns in their holsters. It sometimes seems as if the … Continue reading

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A letter to myself

Dear Connor , You are by far the most important person in my world. In the immortal words of S Club 7, “you’re my number one”. You are the first person I think of every morning, and the last one … Continue reading

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Settling in

I am sitting in my cute little flat in Ljubljana. Every time I tell someone Slovenian that I’m living in the area Trnovo, their eyes widen and they “ooh” and “aw”. It is apparently the Beverly Hills of Ljubljana. To … Continue reading

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A big dog, a metaphorical white hanky and a mound of white bread

So, the room I got in the hostel was lovely. The bed was rickety, but I could have slept on a cactus field, and I got a wonderful 14 hours. My room looked onto the backyard of the hostel, where … Continue reading

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