Well folks, here we are, five months after having arrived back to Dublin and to be perfectly honest I’m starting to think about what will come next already. I’ve been keeping my head down and getting on with work basically from the moment I arrived back and although things are going as well as I could hope in that area of my life, I can’t help but imagine myself moving on before either A. I get lazy and sit on my laurels for several years for the sake of comfort (if this ever happens I’m sure I’ll wake up one morning and completely flip), or B. I develop a drinking habit that can only be maintained in Ireland because anywhere else it would be considered alcoholism and I’d be expected to seek help. So now, all that remains is to decide what the hell it is exactly that I’d like to do. Sure, no problem.

What you have here is a scene that I have the pleasure of passing every day on my way to work. Quite ugly I know, but that’s what we like to call the ‘charm’ of Dublin. There’s actually quite a lot of that around here, mainly in the form of overturned cars in rivers, bicycles being stolen, buildings going on fire and of course the mindless violence of the delinquent local kids. Now you might say that those things don’t seem too charming but don’t fret, where other countries see serious social issues we see what really counts in defining a cities image - attitude, and plenty of it. Welcome to Dublin.