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Stories from travels in

Budapest

Small halls and potholes

It was an intimate affair. About thirty discerning souls in the back room of Beckett’s Bar in Budapest on a cold, rainy, rather miserable Thursday

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Last week, I gathered some of my miscellaneous currency – you know the bits you have left over after a trip and are too lazy

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My life is bursting with good intentions. I am forever making notes to myself to see, do, go, call, write, ask… and a good 7 times

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What’s this? I asked the waiter, pointing to what looked suspiciously like a piece of a chilli. It’s a chilli, he confirmed. But it was

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From a three-piece suit in a business blue to a shiny silver Vegas number accented with red socks, the boys from Pink Martini had a

Walking and talking

For anyone moving to a new city, making friends can be difficult. And the older you get, the harder it seems. I’ve reinvented myself a

The least we can do

Hungary has made the news in Ireland. When I was there last week it seemed like all anyone was talking about was the migration situation.

Wedding lessons

I love a good speech. And I love a good wedding. And it doesn’t get much better when you have both together. One of the

Friendly faces when they’re most needed

In a world where politics polarises people, where contrary opinions can ruin friendships, where ideological differences can result in being ostracised, it’s easy to forget

Anyone else beset by flies?

It’s official. I’m now sharing my flat with hundreds of little black flies. They’re quiet little buggers. They make no noise. And apart from their

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