Double Vision with Charlie Adley It was the strangest of sights. My father, a man of great manners and decorum, was leaving the house at dawn,...
Double Vision with Charlie Adley It’s a natural question. If you’ve ever left the parish, you’ll have been asked it too. “Where’re ya from?” To me,...
Double Vision with Charlie Adley No human could enjoy a better greeting in Tigh Neachtain. At the corner of the front bar sits the Snapper, elegant...
Double Vision with Charlie Adley My body is covered with scars and scabs, bruises and burns. I’ve not been in a fight. Just waking and sleeping,...
Double Vision with Charlie Adley When I told my Galwegian friends in 1994 that I was leaving Salthill to live in Connemara, in a little house...
Double Vision with Charlie Adley It’s difficult to think of two more different people than Donald Trump and Jeremy Corbyn, yet their success and probable downfall...
Double Vision with Charlie Adley When I heard that David Bowie was dead, the air involuntarily rushed from my lungs. I was so shocked, I temporarily...
Double Vision with Charlie Adley Bluuuurgh … this is hard. By the time you read this, you’ll be well clear of the fug and blear of...
