MAIRÉAD WILMOT
09 September 2010
FROM today, Tuesday 7 September, there are 115 days left in the year. It is the 250th day of the year. Of course, I needed no help from Google to impart these facts, for I possess an encyclopaedic mind.
MAIRÉAD WILMOT
01 September 2010
I FELT like I had purchased hard drugs. I was half expecting gun-toting armed guards to swoop down from the ceiling.
MAIRÉAD WILMOT
26 August 2010
“UP on the bike,” she instructs. I try not to wince; I hadn’t seen this coming.
MAIRÉAD WILMOT
19 August 2010
DAMSEL in distress – that was me. It was a real, proper, genuine damsel in distress moment, too, not like the usual scrapes I get myself into.
MAIRÉAD WILMOT
12 August 2010
WARNING: Do not even attempt to read this article if you are male. Just don’t bother.
MAIRÉAD WILMOT
29 July 2010
SO there I was standing outside a drum and bass club in London town when, all of a sudden, there is a tap on my shoulder.
MAIRÉAD WILMOT
22 July 2010
THURSDAY is my favourite day. I wait all week for Thursday – and when it’s gone, the wait starts again.
CLARE MINNOCK
15 July 2010
ELVIS is alive! And he’s a surfing instructor in Mayo.
MAIRÉAD WILMOT
08 July 2010
SOME things you know. Like don’t drink coffee for at least an hour after washing your teeth because it’ll taste like gun powder, or what I presume gun powder taste like.
MAIREAD WILMOT
01 July 2010
HE is sitting on the couch watching TV and I’m there masterfully ignoring both him and whatever is on, while immersed in my book.