Between the flags

We get called into Leisureland out in Salthill for 9 AM. There are twelve tables spaced out across two basketball courts in the sports hall like we’re doing the leaving cert in some specialist school. I only just made the cut this year; eight years of lifeguard experience in Kerry counts for nothing once you … Continue reading Between the flags


We cooked 100 burgers at a time then used a big metal blade to scrape all the fat and gristle into a trough that ran along the side of a grill called the grease trap. The real grease trap was my uniform. The hat was paper, but everything else was as plastic as the name … Continue reading McHeadwound