Today's secret word is craic. It's an Irish word - one of those words you can't really translate into English. Something you feel rather than explain. It's a noun. It means fun. Liveliness. Spirit? Music's usually involved, but not specifically music. Craic's a good thing. You want to be where the craic is. You like
Beyond Sunday roasts and slick rainy streets... beyond lush green parks and Oscar Wilde preening on a rock.... beyond Viking boats and Jo Burger and College Green and Georgian doors, there's another reason why I've been so stupid-happy to be back in Dublin. English. I get to speak English. (more…)
A student asked me: "When do you reave to New York?" "Watch my mouth," I said for the fifth time that lesson. "La la la la la," - taking extra care to visibly flick my tongue between my teeth. "La la la. Leave." "Ra ra ra ra." said my student. "Watch me. La la la."