Told by an Idiot
My feet are sore; my knees are tired. Luke and I spent Sunday puzzling through London’s maze of indistinguishable street names – Highbury Place, Highbury Park, Highbury Crescent, Highbury Hill, Highbury Grange, Highbury Terrace, Highbury Terrace Mews, Highbury Station Road – I’m amazed we made it out alive. Eventually, we escaped the Highburys and arrived […]
The Apricots Were INSIDE the Cheese
We’re staying at Cumberland House, which, like all buildings with proper names, is delightful. Well, perhaps not all buildings with proper names. I once lived in a Theodore on 15th Street beneath a bachelor whose favorite drunken pastime was the 3am rearrangement of furniture. I still recall the sight of the bloody tissue he left […]
Finding Liffey
“Well, if yer not gonna take the Luas,” said the man in the Guinness van, upon hearing that we were ‘walkers,’ “You could follow the Liffey.” “Of course! The Liffey! Thanks for your help,” we said, and Luke and I set off in the direction the Guinness man (Who better to ask directions to the […]
