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Gu-Gu-Geoghegan — Chapter 24 of 32

“At last,” said Senán out loud. “Yippee!” He took off his coat and walked from the kitchenette to his living room-cum-bedroom. “Getting warm in here as well. Brill.” It was Sunday, three days after Christmas. A cold snap had gripped … Continue reading

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Gu-Gu-Geoghegan — Chaper 21 of 32

Senán’s phone vibrated and gave a little ping. He looked aside his computer and saw Trish’s name lit up on his phone. The message read: “He’s left in his Noddymobile. Good luck.” Senán smiled at Trish’s little joke, thinking that … Continue reading

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To Be Surprised At Oneself

One of my favourite phrases within the extensive lexicon of Irish begrudgery (e.g. “’twas far from frappuccino’s yer wan was brought up” or “shur they didn’t have an arse on their trousers, that crowd”) is “to be surprised at oneself”. … Continue reading

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