What’s a fella to do, as the song says. The thunder clouds roll in and it’s sweaty and the flies are out and it’s been another...
When my friend and teacher Iris Leal read the manuscript of my most recent novel, she said she felt it was a little misogynistic. Admittedly, the...
Back in Galway at the end of a recent marathon of trips to England, and I’m tired. Dripping dribble tired. Deflated-balloon-sculpture-held-together-by-chewing-gum tired.
Double Vision with Charlie Adley After reading Denise McNamara’s excellent piece in the Tribune’s The Look magazine recently about her experience of the Electric Picnic, my...
Double Vision by Charlie Adley Last Friday evening I rolled down the blinds in my living room to block out the blazing sunshine, so that I...
Double Vision with Charlie Adley In my mind I see a vast flood delta being fed by streams and rivers, small and vast, flowing thick with...
Double Vision with Charlie Adley A month ago I wrote a piece concerning my credit card, but you never saw it, because at the moment I...
Date Published: 24-May-2007 As time goes by, my relationship with the land of my birth becomes ever more complicated. I’m sitting in a service station car...
