Emmet Mcelhatton

2 weeks ago | wearetyrone.com | Emmet Mcelhatton

After getting off a plane earlier today without my laptop, which had this week’s fully-crafted column on it, ready and waiting for one final read over before sending, I’m going to have to type a new one up from my phone.

3 weeks ago | wearetyrone.com | Emmet Mcelhatton

Almost all the best qualities I possessed as a child have long since been robbed of me by the big bad world, leaving me with only a few remaining relics of the wee boy I used to be. I said farewell to my capacity for unselfconscious creativity before I left primary school. As for my natural curiosity, it went bye-bye by first or second year. Vivid visual imagination – it was slán go fóill by third or fourth.

4 weeks ago | wearetyrone.com | Emmet Mcelhatton

Even as I write these opening words, already I have the uneasy feeling that completing this column is going to require an act of conjuring rather than composition. Sleep deprived and suffering from a possible case of mild sulphur poisoning, I do not know if I have the mental wherewithal to pull a rabbit out of the hat this week. Instead, it might be a matter of dropping the bucket into the well and seeing what comes out.

1 month ago | wearetyrone.com | Emmet Mcelhatton

I first laid eyes on her in a dusty, crowded room down a noisy side-street in the Imperial City of Hue, Vietnam. There were hundreds of others like her, but, with her olive skin, long neck, hour glass body, gentle voice and six silver ears, I knew she was the one. Let us start with a confession: When I initially entered, I did not notice her at first. Her humble beauty was half-hidden beneath a cheap plastic coat caked in a film of urban filth.

1 month ago | wearetyrone.com | Emmet Mcelhatton

I’m sitting in a big bus station watching a man dressed in a military jacket aggressively, and seemingly unnecessarily, direct traffic in-and-out of the premises, and it’s doing my heart good. Slowing down as we approached the station, which looks more like an aircraft hangar than a bus depot, I first caught sight of him. Or should I say, he first imposed himself upon me.