Author Archives: Grin & Tonic by Alana Kirk

So it seems I don’t actually have two left feet.   I have two glorious dancing feet. Who knew?    Ok the last man I danced with probably wouldn’t call me glorious as I think I took out three of … Continue reading →

……because I’m delighted with myself.  I’ve had my first day in Buenos Aires today, which, after nearly 24 hours of travelling, was spent mostly unleashing my needy skin to the warmth of a hot sun, and luxuriating in the highly … Continue reading →

Hear that noise?  It’s the sound of me stepping, or even shimmying, out of my comfort zone.    This time next month, I will just have landed in Buenos Aeries, the ‘Paris’ of South America… about to embark on a week … Continue reading →

This morning I found myself about to apologise for my appearance.  I have been fighting an infection, and I hadn’t bothered to ‘put my face on’ as my mother would say, I was in my pilates gear and looking, how … Continue reading →

Dark chocolate caramel, Gin, Ryan Gosling in La La Land, Gin, the smell of a new book, Oh wait no. Those are the things I love. No, after a week of shops dripping in blood red hearts like a bloody … Continue reading →

So two things happened recently that I never imagined. That a man like Trump could get to the Whitehouse (I mean, did you see that picture of him signing executive orders surrounded by a bunch of other white men?) and … Continue reading →

So it’s a new year and all that and I’m only emerging now from the fug. In fact I’m so knackered from all the partying cleaning, eating cooking, playing Santa Trivial Pursuit, that I already look at least five three years … Continue reading →

When I first wrote out this piece yesterday I was scared to post it. It was too serious. Too angry.  As a woman, I have been conditioned to be nice and I did promise my readers some lightheartedness after a … Continue reading →

So I spent Saturday in London. Not shopping (that was Friday, results to be worn at the Irish Book Awards tonight). Not sightseeing (that was Friday too, at the Charles Dickens Museum where I got to see his worn leather … Continue reading →

It can be very windy up there, clinging on by your fingertips, the gusts pulling you every which way.   I have learned to talk myself down from the metaphorical window ledge over the years and it’s becoming an interesting … Continue reading →