Author Archives: Liam Doherty

As I awake today, without the sound of blaring music, I think: it is quite considerate of the Latvians to awaken all of the town to announce the commencement of a quite intense and tiring job, which all should acknowledge and celebrate.

I have left my job and am boarding a one-way flight off my beloved Guernsey in T-minus 18 days. On that note I must say: there will be an open-ended hiatus on this blog-ramble-page.

Play is serious; natural and necessary. As an adult, I don’t play with bubbles. Yet as I behold the maniacally enthused children a-chasing them, I am convinced there’s little reason to live life in too different a manner. Happily. Enthusiastically. Wholeheartedly. With wonder. With the seriousness of a child at play.

Original ideas only originate in a great mind and – for the rest of us – within a good conversation.

“What we do in dreams we also do when we are awake: we invent and fabricate the person with whom we associate – and immediately forget we have done so.”

Glorious Guernsey, a civilisation wherein families take the time to paint pebbles, to beautify our Town Church, and to brighten a dull and eerie time. Some left them in memory of loved ones lost. It is the act of a vandal and a barbarian to steal them.

It is undeniably hilarious, though. The collapsing, the rolling, the clutching. The grimaces, the howls. But then, the execrable icing over the cake, is the inevitable abuse directed at the referee when a decision is made. If FIFA had any sense they would arm those unenviable sods with riot gear. I vote to arm them with whips, marinated in salt and vinegar.

Behold this glorious standing desk of mine…

For sport, performance and health, dumbbell isolation exercises are dumb. They are for ‘show’ muscles. If you want ‘go’ muscles, you want kettlebell Olympic variants (clean, jerk, snatch, squat), plus the almighty kettlebell swing.