No longer a virgin
Mary Murphy
August 18, 2014
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
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
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
My idea of a holiday is not having to make decisions. I quite like the idea of tossing a coin and letting fate decide where
A few years ago, being somewhere and not seeing everything would have made me feel like I was betraying some sort of tourist pact whereby
‘We learn something new every day, and lots of times it’s that what we learned yesterday was wrong’ – I’m with you there, Bill Vaughan.
There is nothing that decompresses as much as physically transitioning from one pace of life to another, slower one. We were up at the crack
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
WTF?!* Had I been doing anything more than a sedate 25 mph on this relatively remote stretch of a very minor Austrian road, I might
Back in a previous life, many lifetimes ago, I lived in London. For about 18 months, I went to the theatre at least twice a
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
