My one hit wonder. This still gets 400 hits a month even now, and has had a totaly of 250'000 unique readers since it was posted back in late 2013. Seriously; what they absolute hell. Well, at least going viral once has been checked off my to-do list, but in the end it still stands as one of my most informed and actually well structured posts.
Of all the stories posted on here about Frank and my own personal idioacy, this one, where I tell the tale of being locked out of my car with Frank locked in the back, and having to break into my own car, still stands out as one of the best I've ever written. I still laugh about it now with Connie. A few years later I attempted a sequel, but it just didn't quite have the same level of jeopardy.
Connie Says Yes
Pretty obvious this one.
I still cite this as an important policy and one that I preach to anyone who listens - no judging anyone who doesn't do it, but it's quite important and I think that it will be come far more important in the future.
The Pholly of My Phones
For the longest time this post was the most visited place on the site. Not sure why, but I think it is an SEO orgasm of data, with pictures and stuff. I have started writing a new one, an update, but there is a fraction of the phones since that post so we will see.
Peter Devenney Shields
Writing this post about my grandfather was a difficult thing to do. It stands as one of the best posts I've ever written, and it also stands as a testament to the man himself. There is one line that I absolutely love and I can't believe I wrote it.
But that's not the most important thing; not by a long shot. The man, from a large family, met a woman, Marion Kavanagh, from a similarly big family, and they fell in love. They married, in 1958 and gave birth to my father in 1959. He raised my father in the way that he knew, and my father later fell in love with a woman, my mother, and later, in 1985, I appeared, his first grandson. In 2010, his two eldest grandchildren would move away to America and Germany after one of them graduating from University, the other in the middle of her studies, and he would remark to my father that he couldn't believe that was possible.