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  • 2015 Grateful 52

    2015 Grateful 1

    Hard to believe that another year is drawing to a close. So much has happened. So much has changed. And it all went so quickly.

    2015 Grateful 2

    Tradition is a wonderful thing. It lends a certainty to uncertain times, anchors us in times of change, and wraps us in the comfort of

    2015 Grateful 3

    With so many of the world’s corporates searching for cheaper and cheaper labour, outsourcing has become a way of life. The uncertainty that comes with

    2015 Grateful 4

    Some memories, no matter how deep they are buried, refuse to stay buried. Way back when, on my first (and I think my only) package

    2015 Grateful 5

    There was a time in Ireland when every child of primary-school-going age had been to see Eugene Lambert’s puppet theatre. It was a mainstay on

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    Do you like his music? No idea. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard him sing anything. So why are you here? A fit of madness

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    Who’s yer woman? The tall one. Three pairs of eyes vectored on the poor girl as we tried in vain to place her. Names were

    2015 Grateful 8

    My life is bursting¬†with good intentions. I am forever making notes to myself to see, do, go, call, write, ask… and a good 7 times

    2015 Grateful 9

    What’s this? I asked the waiter, pointing to what looked suspiciously like a piece of a chilli. It’s a chilli, he confirmed. But it was

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    Many lifetimes ago, when I was living in Anchorage, Alaska, I wanted nothing more that to work on the slope. I wanted to be part

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