TFIF (You Can Work That One Out For Yourselves)

Hey everyone,

So this is my shiny brand-spanking new blog, where the wonders of that new-fangled internet thingy have allowed me to express to the world at large things which I wouldn't say to my closest friends. And isn't that the joy of the virtual world?

Well first things first, that's me at the top, looking something like a Belgian serial killer ("Waffle happen if he strikes again?"). But I'm not actually Belgian, if you can believe it, and I'm still undecided about the whole serial killer thing.

I'm Irish, born and bred, and if that photo isn't evidence that 8,000 years of inbreeding might not be such a good idea then I don't know what is.

I grew up in a small town in the centre of Ireland called Lanesboro, in the county of Longford. 'Twas (and, I suppose, 'tis) a picturesque village on the banks of the river Shannon where I used to swim, row, go boating and frolic with the local swans. What a childhood.

Since then I've moved up to The Big Smoke (Dublin) and have been here for the past five years, studying journalism and generally causing havoc wherever I lay my head. I'm now working in Google (the loveliest place on Earth, or Google Earth at least) and living on the DART line, which makes everything so much easier. Well, obviously not ON the DART line, more NEAR the DART line. In a place called Murder House (long story).

I enjoy pina coladas and getting caught in the rain, long walks on the beach, short walks on shorter beaches, and adding liberal dollops of razzmatazz, vaudeville and handstands to every working day. Look, I even give lessons:


And you thought I was a liar. Well shame on you.

I hope you get the phage.