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Beyond the Pale - A 'pale' is a fencepost. The English Pale was a boundary in Ireland marking out the part of Ireland under direct English rule circa 1450 (which included Dublin and environs). Those that lived 'beyond the pale', outside of English rule, were considered out of control and uncivilised. You decide...

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Hawaii - Obama's backyard (Part 2)

Girls night out


Waikiki beach is where “theDuke” invented modern day surfing. It manages to mix the chilled surfer attitude with the crack and sway of Honolulu city. It’s where all the hotels have pitched up so the competition creates good deals on the internet, all the usual names are there. After splurging on the Big Island I didn’t have the readies to stay anywhere very flash but if I could have I would have gone for the Surfrider. We did the next best thing and hung out there! Sitting on a veranda in a cushioned hardwood deckchair that is big enough to swallow you whole, watching the waves crash as the sun sets, drinking Kona coffee (I knew I’d come around to the coffee sooner or later)...devine.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Hawaii - Obama's backyard (Part 1)


Hawaii – what a kip! No, no, of course it isn’t, legions of honeymooners can’t all be wrong, it is indeed Para-para-paradise .

With the fumes of London still fresh in my hair I landed in Kona International Airport (it makes Shannon airport look like JFK). Having been apart from Dom for two months I thought I’ll have plenty of time to nip into a “restroom” and eradicate said hair fumes, etc, before our epic romantic movie reunion in the arrivals hall...

Friday, June 1, 2012

Goodbye Job, Goodbye London, Hello New Opportunities, Hello San Francisco


Today is my last day [before we move with Dom's job to San Francisco] so it's my final chance to trot out my well worn phrase... "thanks a million". This time I mean it (not that I didn't mean it the 25 times per day I used it before!).

It's hard to leave London, and it will be tough to be far away from Dublin,