Secret Diary of an Irish teacher: Why we should reduce the voting age
I grew up listening to Bob Dylan. Specifically, 1960s acoustic Dylan, his voice full of longing, wisdom and insight. The world he evoked was one I escaped into, far from the relative boredom of ’80s and ’90s Ireland.
That time period, at least how I experienced it, seemed shaped like a concrete block, unengraved, uninspiring.


