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1 week ago |
hollywoodandheffron.substack.com | Liam Alex Heffron
The man wore a New York Yankees cap, a beard, and an oversized shirt, and he strode purposefully towards me while I stood on the pavement, watching the protestors gathered outside the Glendale Hilton Hotel. As our eyes met, my heart sank—I sensed the impending attention of an incensed high-tier referee forced to lower his standards to officiate at a junior game and just being plain sick of everybody present.
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1 week ago |
westernpeople.ie | Liam Alex Heffron
The man wore a New York Yankees cap, a beard and an oversized shirt, and he strode purposefully towards me while I stood on the pavement, watching the protestors gathered outside the Glendale Hilton Hotel. As our eyes met, my heart sank. I sensed the impending attention of an incensed GAA referee forced to lower his standards to officiate at a Junior ‘B’ North Mayo football match and just being plain sick of everybody present.
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1 week ago |
westernpeople.ie | Liam Alex Heffron
Before any blood is spilled in Quentin Tarantino’s , his razor-sharp dialogue delivers a masterclass in character and cultural commentary - all over breakfast. His 1992 film opens with a group of suited criminals dissecting Madonna lyrics and, more memorably, American tipping culture. Their conversation belies their real identities as cold-blooded hitmen and sets the tone for the carnage to follow.
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2 weeks ago |
hollywoodandheffron.substack.com | Liam Alex Heffron
Before any blood is spilled in Quentin Tarantino’s Reservoir Dogs, his razor-sharp dialogue delivers a masterclass in character and cultural commentary — all over breakfast. His 1992 film opens with a group of suited criminals dissecting Madonna lyrics and, more memorably, American tipping culture. Their conversation belies their real identities as cold-blooded hitmen and sets the tone for the carnage to follow.
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3 weeks ago |
westernpeople.ie | Liam Alex Heffron
Recently, my wife took an Uber home from what she claimed was a vitally important meeting (the truth of her nail appointment emerged later, under mild interrogation). Her driver, a chatty middle-aged woman named Victoria, had begun her life story before my wife even sat inside the car. By the time they reached our apartment in Glendale, Victoria was still mid-sentence. Apparently, she was on her own journey to build a better life, or meet a millionaire. Either would do.
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