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A New Direction, Part 4.
If you haven’t already done so, you should read the other parts before you get stuck into this one. It will make more sense. Part 1; Part 2; Part 3. *** Come on, Davy! Jo urged, life on the edge. … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Cushendall, Cushendun, disappointment, Donegal, fear, Glens of Antrim, GPS, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, porn, romance, satellites, Satnav, sex, WPLongform, writing
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A New Direction, Part 3
I would recommend you read Parts 1 and 2 if you haven’t already done so. Part 1, Part 2. *** As the journey progressed, landmarks disappeared from sight in Davy’s rear-view mirror. First Carrickfergus Castle, its stone bulk impressively dominating … Continue reading
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Tagged and blue, Antrim Coast, Ballylumford Power Station, Belfast Lough, Black Cave Tunnel, Carrickfergus, Castle, claustrophobia, Coast Road, Cushendun, Drains Bay, Glens of Antrim, GPS, Italy, Jason O'Rourke, Jeremy Clarkson, Kilroot Power Station, King Billy, Larne, Lærdal Tunnel, Literature, Lou Reed, love, Marine Highway, Norway, Perfect Day, red, romance, sex, short story, Switzerland, The Alps, Top Gear, Waterfoot, white, Whitehead, William III, WPLongform, writing
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A New Direction, Part 2.
I recommend that you read Part 1 first, if you haven’t already. It’s here. ~~~ The next morning Davy woke up early. This wasn’t unusual; in fact it had been happening more often over the past few months. He put … Continue reading
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Tagged 2008, A New Direction, A2, Antrim, beach, Belfast, Black Cave Tunnel, bosses, Buzzwords, Carrickfergus, Coast Road, Cushendun, dehumanisation, diary management, Donegal, Down, drones, Financial Crisis, Financial Services, flirting, Fortwilliam, Gandhi's flip flop, Gaoth Dobhair, Glens of Antrim, Gweedore, humour, Jason O'Rourke, Larne, lead generation, Lehman Brothers, Life Insurance, Literature, love, M2, M3, M5, management, Northern Ireland, Part 2, sales targets, Satnav, short story, slaves, South Belfast, stress, Ulster Fry, Working Smarter, WPLongform, writing
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