Diary of a Dissenter: A Week From My Window
‘Often the morning is cold and damp, and the heating works hard to get the building up to temperature. But the day brightens up and there’s added heat from the sun that gets added to your building.'
Wandering around a junk shop in Dun Laoghaire, I run into an old comrade from the culture wars — or is it the ‘war wars’? — whom I used to soldier alongside in the overheated studios of Montrose and elsewhere, back in the days when Ireland was a free country. He’s an old soldier — literally — who sometimes functions as a war comme…