A poem…ish about coming home

5.00am, Elizabeth Road. “Alright, me duck, where you going?” Saint Margaret’s bus station, please. “Going anywhere nice?” she said. Back to Ireland, back home. “Ah, that is nice. Not much luggage.” No, I travel light… “Well so do I… Them plastic shirt clips and dental floss, wring your knickers out in the sink, use the […]

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After Holly Carpenter…

I saw this http://www.independent.ie/style/voices/holly-carpenters-dublin-diary-my-prechristmas-trip-to-dubai-with-the-coronas-34298504.html and wrote this… Holly Golightly’s Dublin Diary: ‘My pre-Christmas piss-up in duty-free with the Coronas and the fucking Stoly’s I’ve been living the life of a langer this week as I blagged a freebie into the millionaires’ playground of Dublin Airport duty-free. It was my first time ever there and I was […]

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