Archive: May 7th, 2015

100 words 046

I grew up in Cobh—pronounced “cove”—Cork, Ireland. There’s a statue in the middle of town; an angel presiding over the figures of local fishermen who lost their lives 100 years ago when a German U-boat torpedoed and sank The Lusitania off the old head of Kinsale. They were attempting to rescue survivors.

On the outskirts of town there’s an old cemetery where a mass grave was dug for the bodies of the Lusitania victims.

Cobh’s history is filled with ill-fated ships. It was the last stop of The Titanic. The ships are now memorialised as pub names.

Beef.

Beef.

T-bone.

T-bone.

100 words 045

For forty four days I wrote and published 100 words every day. I was cutting it close sometimes, getting a post in just before midnight, but I always managed it.

Until yesterday.

Yesterday was a very busy day. I worked hard and I played hard (that’s an explanation, not an excuse).

I’ve been working with a lovely team of designers and developers from John Lewis. They came down to Brighton yesterday and it was very productive.

Then we went for a curry, then karaoke, then a few more drinks. It was past midnight when I got home. No 100 words.

Last day of commuting to London to collaborate with the lovely people at John Lewis. It’s been a fun project.

Last day of commuting to London to collaborate with the lovely people at John Lewis. It’s been a fun project.

Going to exercise my hard-won and fought-for right to vote.

Taking my hard-won and fought-for hangover with me.