When you look like I do, you get used to people staring. The nudges and pointing and whispering between as they survey my matchstick legs. My body may be ravaged but my ears are not, I’ve heard the ...
We act with shock when someone using profanity in public makes the news, especially when that someone is running for elected office. But, like it or not, profanity is as American as apple pie.
Sunday lunchtime in Tullamore. It was raining softly. The church steeple rose into a Chris de Burgh grey and lonely sky. The neat rows of cottages on Davitt Street run alongside Glenisk O’Connor Park.