40 (40) Nothing Added but Time Locked out of our hotel room we had no choice but biding the time in the lounge until our transfer to the airport. We slumbered away some hours in a leather sofa. In a waking dream a picture appeared for my eyes. At a pub in the Temple Bar district I had seen some metal and wooden plates decorated with various beer, whiskey and cider brands. One of them conveyed the message: "nothing added but time." The phrase toned like a good summary of our Irish journey. Dublin had assuredly become a little more hysterical because of the racing economy and technology, but in general terms Ireland was still the same: nothing added but time. 39 First published: Friday 20th December, 2002 Send a to the author! You may also use this form