Archive for Ireland

Ode to the Irish… (Part Two)

Posted in About Me, Random with tags , , , , , , on June 15, 2011 by randomintermissions

Some of you may have seen my status update on facebook last yesterday about amusing phrases I have overheard on my trip to Ireland this week. For those of you that didn’t, here you go:

... From the facebook of Ben Chandler ...

So, day complete, I have myself a nice little meal and settle down for a nice sleep in preparation for the following day still smiling a little to myself. Today I woke up refreshed, shower, breakfast and then stroll outside to wait for my lift. No sooner am I out of the doors to the hotel that I look up and spot a green road sign. Nothing to special about that, but this green road sign was announcing in big, bold, white letters (in both Gaelic and English,) that it is a mere 10KM to the charming Irish town of Limerick. As the smile spreads slowly across my face the corner of my eye spots three businessmen striding across the car park. I cannot hear their conversation and there is nothing really notable about them until without warning and with considerable volume, the chap in the middle spouts “Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on…

If someone doesn’t, in all seriousness, great me with “Top of the morning to you” tomorrow, I am going to be flying home a bitterly disappointed man.


The Oncoming Storm

Posted in About Me, Fiction with tags , , on December 8, 2009 by randomintermissions

... The Oncoming Storm ...

A lone red dot glows, hovering, suspended in the air. That’s the only way anyone would know he was there, a lone Englishman standing, smoking on a balcony in Ireland (not to be confused with Northern Ireland of course, one would not want to upset the locals after all). Enveloped in the 8pm winter darkness, he paced, deep in thought.

It had been a rough year; nothing traumatic, just more of a non-event. At 24, he had always assumed he would have life figured out, be settled down with a nice girl, be living in a small apartment, striving away at a job he loved. So far he had achieved none of this, but he had no one to blame but himself. Laziness, that was the problem, complete bloody laziness. All his plans, all his dreams, desires, needs from life, so far he had strived for nothing and simply sat back and let the world revolve around him, sweeping him along and taking no control over the events that unfolded.

In the quietness of the countryside with only the light of the stars to give him any concept of his scene, he quietly leans back against the mottled stone wall, muttering under his breath. It was time to change, time to take action. The New Year was approaching and he knew it was cliché, but his mind turned to thoughts of new beginnings, change and The Oncoming Storm.

Glancing skywards, a shooting star blazed across the sky before burning into nothingness. The guy observes as it dissipates and laughs, shaking his head.

Turning inside to light a coal fire, thoughts of change run through his head, filling him with excitement.