A reflective and personal post now having reached 6 years of travel blogging and almost 10 years of living away from my home country of Northern Ireland. I’ve done a load of interviews recently for other sites and they often ask me: 1. Do I travel alone all the time? 2. Do I ever see Read more about How I Cope With Being Away From My Family[…]
This is officially the 1,000th actual post on my travel blog Don’t Stop Living (not including pages or deleted posts)!! I know for a fact that if you had said to me in Toronto in 2007 when I started my travel blog that in less than 6 years I would have amassed more than 5 Read more about The 1,000th Blog Post on Don’t Stop Living[…]
Manic Street Preachers first came into my ears about 20 years ago, in 1992 when on a chance radio listen, I was enthused by their hit single “Suicide Is Painless” (Theme From M.A.S.H.). At the time I didn’t realise it was a cover version, nor knew anything about this band. As the 90s progressed I Read more about Manic Street Preachers – International Treasures: Tokyo, Japan🗾🇯🇵18.05.2012[…]
This post really takes me back and I am so glad I found these photos last month at my Mum and Dad’s house on a rare return to Northern Ireland. I found them in a box in the garage…above is the amazing view out of my bedroom window as a 10 year old. We moved Read more about The World From My Bedroom: Aged 10, Marlo, Bangor, Northern Ireland (1990)[…]
While growing up I just loved football. And ANY football really. It was my Dad who got me into it to start with, but if he hadn’t I’d have got into it anyway through the friends I made whilst growing up in Bangor. My first real football memory was watching Algeria versus Northern Ireland with Read more about Bangor Amateurs FC…and just any football team really…and Joe Blair…[…]
Totally unrelated and in no way meant to be to the tune of ‘Is this the way to Amarillo?’ My Dad actually wrote that wee song when we travelled to the Greek island of Rhodes in 1990. Life will take us here, there and everywhere. Every day and every time we meet someone new it Read more about Is this the way to Afandou? (Why don’t you travel with me?)[…]