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The Show Must Go On

I’m rarely sick. (Touch wood.) I’ve been very lucky and in the last twenty or so years, I’ve only been in hospital as a visitor. But pain comes at ya, fast. Last week, I got a kidney infection. This one was special, because of the location…

Making a Thing: Not a Funny Word

My head is so full, it’s as if the thoughts and words themselves are pressing on the inside of my skull. My bones and muscles ache. I can’t sit still. Even though I’m physically and mentally spent, I’m not sleeping very well. And I’ve never…

Don’t Shoot: Lights, Camera, Anxiety

As I write, I’m getting ready to have my photo taken. I cannot adequately express to how much terror this fills me with. But let me try. There’s a knot in my stomach. The fine lines I’d love not to catch the carefully positioned lights,…

Who Has Time To Fancy?

I don’t know how fancy people do it. I’m in awe of them. I’ve never actually sat down with a calculator and worked out the hours of the day fanciness takes, but these people seem to be some kind of time wizards. I wake up really early…

What I Want

It’s said that framing ambitions in the negative is no good. You must form a positive list of your wants. For example, you mustn’t say “I DON’T WANT to spend today letting self doubt curl me into a Real Housewives-watching lump on the…

Peace and Quiet

Last weekend, I stayed somewhere really quiet. Like, really quiet: no TV, no nothing. Just peace and quiet. The air was clean and all you could hear from outside was the bleating of sheep and the hum of the odd car as it wound its way…

No-Ghosts Story

I don’t believe in ghosts. Here’s why. My Dad died two years ago this week and he is gone. I know where he is: he’s in Co. Clare, in the village where he was born, his ashes now on his mother’s grave, exactly as he wished. We went there…

Riding For Ireland

Ireland is sexy. No sniggers, please. I mean it. Listen. When I was doing stand up, I used to do material about how Irish people weren’t sexy, about how when we took our clothes off it was less like tantalisingly revealing the beautiful…