Stories from travels in

Hungary

No longer a virgin

Each year, come July/August, I go through the same routine. I check the line-up for this years Sziget music festival and see how few names

When comparatives fail

There’s a French proverb that says to compare is not to prove. On some intellectual level, I know that. I know that comparing myself to

Guaranteed to make me smile

As the temperatures soar, my levels of tolerance drop. There is a direct correlation between how hot it is and what sort of mood I’m

2014 Grateful 23

Edward de Bono once joked with me that I could have a case for the Court of Human Rights. He reckoned that between the whole

Forgive? Forget?

Sometimes when we least expect it, the universe conspires to remind us of stuff that should never be forgotten. I can see the merits of

The signs are there

A day off for me is one on which I don’t have to make any decisions. Tell me where to go, what to do, when

Meat on Mester

I’d heard rumours that there was a … not a butchers in the Irish definition of the word and not a meat market in the

The other five million

Of the 11 million said to have perished in the Holocaust, five million were not Jewish: they were Roma, Jehovah’s Witnesses, university professors from the

The graveyard school of life

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