The graveyard school of life
Mary Murphy
April 21, 2014
A dead man here. Another one there. This one in his 60s. The other in his 80s. Beloved father, husband, son. An inevitability. Yet to
A dead man here. Another one there. This one in his 60s. The other in his 80s. Beloved father, husband, son. An inevitability. Yet to
I’m all for quirky. Give me somewhere different, with a twist, over conventional design any day of the week. Throw in some good pizza and
It’s very easy to get into a rut, to do the same thing day in, day out. Comfort zones are attractive because they are …
I like theatre. I like the stage. And I’ll even confess to liking musicals. When I lived in London, I went twice a week. I
I managed to get through the whole of 2013 without succumbing to the many invites from Young Malcolm to join one of his IHBC hikes.
Some people celebrate their birthdays in style. Some ignore them completely. Others still, like my mate GB in Malta, visits a Maltese cemetery. He’s not
I still get occasional flashbacks to playing in the school band. I failed miserably with the accordion, had slightly better success with the melodica (mine
I travel. A lot. And I love it. I like finding new places, seeing new things, meeting different people. And when I go back again
Back in the days when I first started travelling, I had this urgent need to see everything. I’d visit cities having done my homework and
I’ve been coming to Malta on and off since 2011 – maybe three or four times a year. And just when I think I’ve seen
