Double Vision with Charlie Adley Oh Adley, you silly beast. What on earth made you think you could make plans? Life happens: majestic, terrible and ecstatic,...
Double Vision with Charlie Adley Sometimes an ill wind blows bringing sad news, but then the clouds part and an opportunity to grasp life emerges. Sometimes...
Double Vision with Charlie Adley Drowning in Galway’s annual torrent of festivals celebrating film, the arts, poker and horse racing, I pack Blue Bag and head...
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...
I’m ashamed of myself. I’ve willingly and knowingly embraced consumerism as a hungry dog facing a bowl of food.
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.
