Yearly Archives: 2013

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Commenting on the allegations, the Garda press office last night issued a short statement: “On the 7th December, 2011, allegations were made to the district officer at Belmullet that alcohol was distributed to members of An Garda Síochána on behalf of Shell E&P. Inquiries conducted in relation to these allegations found no evidence of alcohol being distributed to members of An Garda Síochána by, or on behalf of, Shell E&P.”

See what they did there?

 

 

Garda says no evidence of Corrib alcohol being distributed (Tim O’Brien, Irish Times)

Gardai deny gas firm gave them alcohol worth €35k (Paul Melia, Irish Independent)

Earlier: A Limerick A Day

Previously: Shell Gave €35,000 Of Alcohol To Belmullet Gardaí

File pic: Gardai on the beach at Glengal, Co Mayo, in 2009

boogie

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbUwSz7gVw8

Somewhere above Ireland.

Dave Davis, of the Irish Parachute Club, writes:

Thought you might think this was pretty cool. This past weekend, we built an 8 way hybrid formation skydive at the Irish Parachute Club. As far as I know, it’s the first one ‘caught on camera’ in Ireland.

 

Irish Parachute Club

addams
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNQzlJCkRMc

A short documentary about cartoonist Charles Addams (originally released as a DVD extra on the Addams Family TV series boxset).

Lifelong fan of run down mansions and cemeteries. Who’d have guessed it?

laughingsquid/boingboing

photoMeanwhile, at the atm…

Who would I like to invite home for the Gathering? My hand freezes half way to selecting ‘withdraw €10′ . I can’t take my eyes away from the photograph of young women my age smiling over drinks. My friends are now scattered across the world – San Francisco, London, Brussels, Spain, Australia and even New Zealand. My tax money has paid for this ad, I realise. My friends’ tax money has paid for this ad….

A few evenings later, towards the end of the night I am chatting with a friend who’s home for a short visit. There is a pause in our conversation, during which she takes a deep breath, looks me in the eye and declares “I probably wouldn’t be saying this to you if I wasn’t a little drunk – but I really think you need to leave this city – there isn’t anything for you here. I love this place, it’s a great city, and I want to come back and raise my family here in a few more years, but even if you do get work – there are no people our age left here.” She gazes up and down the busy streets as if to prove her point and, I have to admit by doing so, she does.

 

A Day In The Life of ireland (Tangible Musings)

Thanks Maria