Diary of a Dissenter — A Week From My Window

‘Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!! . . . Let’s be careful out there!’

Buried Alive

SATURDAY

My morning coffee honeymoon has come to an end. For nearly a year and a half I have been going to the same café in Dun Laoghaire, queuing up, emerging with a takeaway cappuccino, and heading back to the People’s Park to read a snatch of whatever book I happen to be carrying. The staff there have always been very pleasant — no snotra…