Tara Flynn

Archive for September, 2009

Chick lit

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

Jacinta took the eggs from her furled apron and hurled them at the hen-house wall. “Soufflé,” she muttered, “I’ll give him soufflé.”

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Yesterday’s news.

Tuesday, September 15th, 2009

I can’t bear Taylor Swift. She and her kind make me very ill; not because of the saccharine songs and insubstantial lyrics, but because of the way they’re marketed and shoved down kids’ throats. That that princessy stuff is still being peddled to teens, like poisoned apples to forest-dwelling cleaners, is incomprehensible. But Kanye West [...]

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Buy me, I’m Irish

Monday, September 14th, 2009

Hello.  I have a few things I do most days when I switch on my computer. I’m sure you do them too. I check my emails and reply to them. I update iTunes to make sure I’ve got the podcasts I want. I go to running websites like MapMyRun to see if I’m on track [...]

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Glitch in the Gremlin

Friday, September 11th, 2009

It was very, very nice to wake up today without a migraine. Man, they’re ow. I hadn’t had one in about 9 years, then had a massive attack early last week, swiftly followed by tributaries or hangovers or bastards (as they should be known) for the next 10 days.

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Home is where the R is

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

Many of you know I’m from Cork. They have a “funny accent” there – like the Irish in general are deemed to have once out of the country; people feel not only at liberty to impersonate it, but duty-bound to do so. I say “they” because I grew up without  a full-blown Cork accent. My [...]

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