Ireland’s patron saint, Saint Patrick is a man of pure oxymoronic nature if today’s commercial excrement could for an ungreedy second be aware of who this guy really was. Money took over the world folks – just ask DickMonalds and Coca Cola. There is no need for Valentine’s Day Thorntons or Interflora or Christmas Santa Read more about Happy Saint Patrick’s Day! My Top 6 Saint Patrick’s Days Down The Years[…]
“Damn my education, I can’t find the words to say with all the things caught in my mind” – Noel Gallagher. It is a line taken from the Oasis song “Don’t Go Away” which was released the same year I left Bangor Grammar School, 1997. I wrote very recently how it just passed the 25 Read more about Studying Saturdays: “Backpacking Centurion” In The Grammarian, Bangor, Northern Ireland[…]
“Where were you while we were in 1Y?” Here yousens! Did youse bring a tennis ball? Baggsy not nets. That’s rare so it is. It’s hard for me to believe that the above photo is 25 years old this week. It was taken on my first day at Bangor Grammar School, in August 1991 and Read more about Twenty Five Years Ago This Week: Class of 1Y in Bangor Grammar School, Northern Ireland[…]
“That’s why, you should keep on aiming high, just seek yourself and you will shine.” – Heather Small, 1994 This particular edition of Thirsty Thursdays will be a slightly stripped down version for you all – I’m saving a lot of the good stuff for the Don’t Stop Living book. A quick paragraph of perspective Read more about Thirsty Thursdays: The 20 Year Paddy Campbell Reunion in The Bridge Tavern, Newcastle, England[…]
On my journeys round the globe, you’ll have gathered that I love doing all sorts of different things on my travels and don’t have boundaries and limits. Whether it’s backpacking nonchalantly through Iraq, attending a victory parade in North Korea or eating as much food as you can in Gracia, Barcelona. I heard word that Paddy Read more about Watching Wet House By Paddy Campbell at Soho Theatre, London, England[…]
“I, I sometimes lose myself in me, I lose track of timeAnd I can’t see the woods for the trees, you set them alight.Burn the bridges as you’ve gone, I’m too weak to fight yaI’ve got my personal hell to deal with” – D:Ream (Londonderry, 1993) Paddy Campbell and I sang along to it instead Read more about The Day My Best Mate at School Nicked the Exam Paper (and got expelled)[…]
It’s another of those small little close knit community towns in Tasmania. This one, I’ve passed through about 6 times, and lived just 44 kilometres away from it while camping up in Poatina. It’s simply called Campbelltown. Campbell is a popular surname in my home country of Northern Ireland, and one of my best mates Read more about No Sign of Paddy In Campbelltown[…]
While writing this post, it must be stressed that I do actually HATE rugby and do most things within my power to prevent me from watching it. However, as I enjoy experiencing lots of different things in life, I’m sure this will not be the last rugby post on here, and definitely not the last Read more about Class of 1995 – Rugby School’s Cup Final: Royal Belfast Academical Institution 18-9 Bangor Grammar School[…]