LIVE Blog: Agape Ireland 40th Anniversary
40 years on... Agape Ireland is celebrating its 40th anniversary today with a feast of stories and memories in Smurfit campus of ...
Are our relationships healthy?
Human happiness and wellbeing does not come from income and wealth but from the quality of our relationships according to Dr Micha...
Inspired by a pair of jeans
Attending the Media Future conference is usually all about new social media innovations and digital futures that blow your mind. &...
LIVE blog - State of Europe Forum Friday 10 May
Delegates from 20 countries across Europe have gathered at Croke Park Conference centre in Dublin today (Friday 10 May) for the an...
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LIVE Blog: Agape Ireland 40th Anniversary
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Are our relationships healthy?
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Inspired by a pair of jeans
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LIVE blog - State of Europe Forum Friday 10 May
A Moment with the Feint Saint
Oh what a tangled web...
Oh what a tangled web...
Surprised as you may be to hear it, I loves an oul' natter. This is more than me just enjoying the sound of my own voice (much as I do). It's about loving the sound of other voices mixed in with mine. Chewing the fat; 'putting the world to rights' as they say.
When I first joined Twitter, I thought it was a wonderful place to talk to hundreds of people at once. But as time passes I find that social media can be a scary place to say stuff.
The Word Wide Web has its fair share of spiders in it!
Is it a Giant? Is it a Grape?
Isn’t it funny how two people look at the same thing and see two totally different things. Like when I look at around the house and see mayhem and he looks around the house and sees the double adapter he’d been looking for so that he could move the radio to the other side of the room. And while I sigh, he’s shrugging his shoulders wondering what the problem is.
A Moment with the Feint Saint
Got a [Daddy] issue? Get a [Mansize] tissue!
I'm well aware of my daddy issues. I think it stems from being 13 and losing my dad. Oh no... don't get me wrong, he's still alive; it's just that one day he walked out the door and although someone who looked very like him came home from hospital a few weeks later, it wasn't my dad. He’d been hit by a car and was never the same again.
A Moment with the Feint Saint!
Going around in you bare feet!
I didn’t grow up in a ‘slippers’ household, but my mother could regularly be heard shouting at one of us… “Get something on your feet!”
A Moment with the Feint Saint!
Should’ve gone to plank-savers!
I can’t stand it! I... CAN’T... STAND... IT.... I can’t bear the thought of people getting away with stuff. I don’t care! I don’t want to hear the sob story. I’m not interested in the details or the mitigating circumstances. I just can’t stand it when people who are clearly at fault, wangle their way out of trouble.


