Beach

.... and something else I do when I'm not writing my novel or writing travel articles or hitting the gym or doing other stuff which I haven't told you about yet is I go to the beach. Terracina is like this now. Gone is the still, empty, beach of winter: here are the umbrellas, the

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Gym

So something I do when I'm not stuffing my face with junk food writing my novel at the office is go to the gym and work out. Yes, you read that correctly; me, who won the 2004 Olympic Gold Medal for Ass-Sitting. Who would always, always, rather be asleep than be awake. Who has coasted

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Office

The office is where I am these days; that is, the 113 year-old bar in the Centro with my laptop and my cell phone and my glass of vibrant orange Crodino. I've officially become a great big ball of novel-writing momentum, which is why I'm there and not here with ye would be-pigeon eaters but

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It’s

It's three p.m. on a Thursday in St. Stephen's Green and it's sunny - so ridiculously sunny for Dublin that everyone's out and everyone's in shirtsleeves and everyone's on the grass and someone, some bold someone, is smoking pot; it floats on by in a sour whiff and Em and I remark on the absolute

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