Month: September 2014

Henry Shefflin lifted his 2 children up along with his 10th Liam McCarthy cup this afternoon. What an achievement. Both teams are, to a man, incredibly dedicated and it makes me proud that despite colonisation, losing our language, intermittent mass emigration and economic woes, we still have such a unique treasure as all Ireland final day. Continue reading Henry Shefflin lifted his 2 children up

So Scotland voted no. The cowards. As I said on Facebook I’m loath to comment on politics – I’ve enough opinions on other subjects with which to offend people – but before their referendum I did warn that if Scotland said yes can Cork be far behind? Continue reading Cowards!

“Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore so do our minutes hasten to their end” – Sonnet no.60.

Like Shakespeare’s contemplation of mortality I too have been thinking about the time I might have left. It’s my birthday today. If the glass is half full ( or half empty) ill be 92 when I die. Working ’till 66 leaves me with 20 years. By 260 working days per annum= only 5200 days, @say 9 hours a day= 46,800 working hours left. Continue reading Like as the waves make to words the pebbled shore …

I was over at a rather large garden show in Koln, Germany at the weekend. ( here the hell is the umlaut, eh- dot, dot, key on the iPad?). Not as fab and groovy as you might think mind you.

For starters it meant missing the Electric picnic. I usually go for at least a day but admittedly didn’t go online for a ticket in time. Then I clicked one on Friday morning which I had to sadly decline, Aer Lingus and Hotel having already been paid.( thanks though Karl). No, business came first. but what a lineup – particularly appealing to my generation. mid forties if you must know. I’m going to Laois next year without fail, even if I’m the oldest swinger in town. Continue reading A strike in the Fatherland

We were in and out in 10 minutes flat and have the swag safely stashed away in a corner of the warehouse. It was all going like clockwork, with the 2 vans parked up on the pavement immediately outside the door, until the feckin alarm went off half way through the operation. Continue reading I robbed a bank today.