Category Archives: Ireland

Gearóid Iarla and Ennis

In Inis an Laoigh in mid-bay, in Clonroad of the kings, listening to the gurgling of streams, I have been for two months.   These were my three kinds of music: the playing of O’Brien’s harp while drinking beer, the … Continue reading

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Indignation in Ikea

I was dragged along to Ikea the other day to buy a super-dee-duper Swedish-designed suitcase which has people who are into such things all of a tizzy. Well, I wasn’t dragged along just to buy the said suitcase, but also … Continue reading

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Gu-Gu-Geoghegan — Chapter 32 of 32

Luke reached An Chéim Bhriste planning to do violence. If I can’t have her by hook, I’ll have her by crook. A screwdriver jammed into the lock of her French door would provide easy access. He would break in when … Continue reading

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Gu-Gu-Geoghegan — Chapter 31 of 32

Luke bent down to look under the stall doors and craned his neck around the half wall which hid the urinals. When he was sure he had the place all to himself he stood in front of the mirror and … Continue reading

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Gu-Gu-Geoghegan — Chapter 30 of 32

“Wu-wu-would you . . . Shit,” said Luke. He tried again. “Can I buy you a drink?” He smiled. “Can I buy you a drink? Can I buy you a drink? Can I buy you a drink?” He laughed and … Continue reading

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