An oasis of flair and precision
Mary Murphy
May 22, 2015
I remember when coffee came in two forms: black or white. I also remember the caffeine tidal wave that swept the world, with the success
I remember when coffee came in two forms: black or white. I also remember the caffeine tidal wave that swept the world, with the success
The first Easter I spent in my flat in Budapest, the doorbell rang on Easter Monday morning. I was a tad taken aback as I
When I ask an Irish person where they’re from, I get the name of the village. When I ask a Hungarian, if they’re not from
Well, that’s St Patrick’s Day done and dusted for another year. For me, anyway. It’s taking me longer and longer to recover from the endurance
I’ve walked the city of Budapest and noted the names of streets and squares without ever really paying attention to whom they’d been named after.
‘Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to come into my life?, I asked. He looked at me, a little taken aback.
We’re half-way through January and my resolve to do more than simply work, eat, and sleep, is holding. I’m saying yes to things I would
It’s not often that parties in my world start at 7.30 am these days. Perhaps years ago when I was following Irish soccer and time
I have the dubious distinction of being the only one of my Irish contemporaries who has managed to get this far in life without ever
‘It’s perfect weather for a killing.’ Not quite the words I expected to hear over a pre-dawn breakfast before we braved the -12 degree cold