Subscribe to the audio blog on Spotify | YouTube | Apple Seamus sat at the table, leaning forward, cereal box in one hand and his spoon moving methodically from his bowl of Corn Flakes to his constantly accepting gob. He was ferociously consuming the ingredients that were printed on the back of the box, ingredients…
Subscribe to the audio blog on Spotify I glared down at my empty piece of paper. Maybe empty was the wrong word. Quiet, it was a quiet piece of paper, as quiet as the room in which I now sat. The mood, the humor, the sense of any frivolity had been sucked clean out of…
Spotify | YouTube Hello, my name is Joe Donnellan, and welcome to the introductory episode of my audio blog. I actually invented the concept of an audio blog just last week but then I Googled it and realized I was not the first. Think of this as a mini podcast but without any banter whatsoever. …
Subscribe to the audio blog on Spotify | YouTube | Apple I was the rural 90s Ireland version of Michael Bluth when I was a child. I never uttered his famous words “I’m done with this family,” but during my childhood, I walked out of the homestead with no intention of returning more times than I care to remember. Kids…
Subscribe to the audio blog on Spotify | YouTube | Apple While on a late evening chocolate-biscuit-run (that’s picking up biscuits to accompany a cuppa, rather than knocking out a quick 5k to offset calories from previously consumed biscuits) to our local grocery store recently, I picked up a tube of Hobnobs. That may not clear the increasingly high bar…
Growing up on a farm, you get used to death. Seemingly healthy calves fall away to nothing and die from something as simple as having a bad dose of the shits. A cow sits down to push out a calf and only gets back up when the hydraulic arm of John Greene’s truck hoists her…
When the World Cup rolls around, there’s inevitably some footage of a barefoot Brazilian child playing football with a soup can against the backdrop of his favela. The kid stands still, placing one foot on top of the soup can and you just know he’s dreaming of playing in the World Cup. It then time…
I have gotten into a routine of sorts on flights back to Boston now. I will download a few episodes of TV to my phone and will mix these with a couple of episodes of Game of Thrones. There is a line that Beric Dondarrion utters in one episode after he is brought back from…
What I used to drink in Ballinastack and what is commonly referred to as “tea” by everyone else are two entirely different beverages. I’d add enough sugar to satisfy a bustling candy floss stand at a popular traveling circus, and the rest of the mug was filled with tea and milk in almost equal measure….
When I was six, I dressed up as Jonah Lomu for a fancy dress. I say I was six because that is the age I always attribute to such events – how old was I when I first milked a cow? I was six and I used to stand on a bucket. How old was…
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