This little fellah has taken up residence on my bedroom wall, where he muses on imponderable philosophical questions. Time to get the hoover out.
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- Orlaith
- Name is pronounced 'Orla', just so your internal monologue is correct.
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5 comments:
NOW I recall why I started to read your blog - I was searching on MySpace for people who started in Trinity in 1989, like me. And I see, from your MySpace, that you studied English. Say, maybe you knew a friend of mine, who also started in 1989, doing English and History and went on to do a PhD in Trinity in medieval something or other...
Name of Conor McCarthy, from Castlebar - tall, gangly, black hair, glasses, used to work in the Students Union bookshop.
The phrase "It's a small world" hovers on my tongue, ready to be uttered...
And so it came to pass, the world was declared to be teeny-tiny.
Conor was the year ahead of me: I did a year of Computer Science before switching to English in 1990. I think I knew him through Sara Cooney (and cohorts Katherine and Lisa), who were in his year in English/History.
How strange!
Very small world - and Conor is now off in the southern hemisphere, and the rest of us spread between London, Dublin, Madeira, Canada and the US. Irish diaspora or what..
Paddy, apologies but I don't know if we met back in TCD days but hi and hope things are really well with you.
Sara
too many legs for my liking. never mind the hoover, search for the passport.
That bug is nothing; it's the sassy crimson three-inch cockroach that freaks me out.
I thought calling it sassy might make it seem more endearing. Not working thus far...
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