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Christy Moore at The Point Theatre in 2001

G’wan the Christy.

Everybody needs a break.

Any excuse.

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From top: Web Summit CEO Paddy Cosgrave and Village magazine on stage in Lisbon, Portugal last week; Vanessa Foran

Ten days ago, the clocks went back, and sadly so did we.

Our more mainstreamed media decided that this year’s dawning into the darkest meanest months in our year should be just that, dark and mean, when they intentionally coloured in our local news feeds with begrudging, miserly and cynically short-tempered content that got triggered by, what is to all intents and purposes, a work conference, that took place in Lisbon.

This was no bet you wish you were here wind-up for the lads back home; the Village presentation was professionally organised to be loud and staged to be provocative, yet well-spoken and resourced with determined clarity.

Paddy Cosgrave’s Web Summit 2021 curtain raiser plumed so densely over the usual suspect ranks of the elite media that they couldn’t rely on their own wits to get through it.

Even the more established household names didn’t manage any sensible reaction to what emerged on that conference stage.

It was desperate. I could understand if they were all taken by surprise and the content of that opening segment contained a newsflash, but the premise was a very public story that was already 12 months old.

All the parts and players are by now, known by name. It is a story that trended steadily throughout the last twelve months. These usual suspects with familiar faces and voices don’t live in caves.

Even so, in the days that followed Paddy’s giant “yellow slide” there was still no coming to terms or accepting the established facts of the story we all know every corner of. The weekend press delivered simple hit pieces underneath colourful portraits of the man in their ire. I will say this, Paddy Cosgrave takes a nice picture.

It remains impossible to determine whether any of the journalists and professional commenters, and their online followers and endorsers, and especially their sources – for all sorts of leaks and titbits, have ever actually come to terms with the story that formed that centre piece.

And it has been made all but impossible by their own making; by having too much to say about what a company CEO has to say at a work conference taking place in another country.

I get that Paddy Cosgrave is mouthy and is the type of success story that winds up most people, particularly certain Irish people. I get that pissing off the entire Campaign-for-Leo camp was always going to generate some scaldy reactions.

But what I am not prepared to get is why there has been a constructive boycott within the organised media classes to physically deny the substance of the story, and to ridicule those that made it public.

The story of Ireland now includes this story thanks to a whistle-blower. No matter who they are, it is a real-life retelling of an attempt to undermine an important public Health Care contract.

A story that told of law breaking by our then Taoiseach, Leo Varadkar. A man who still retains a senior office today and leads one of the largest and embedded political parties in the Country. The same man that launched a public campaign asking for people to become whistle-blowers themselves and report Social Welfare fraud.

A story that got distracted with unseemly and silly schoolboy exchanges, nonetheless it was still a story that told of confidential information privy only to our Cabinet Ministers and Senior Department officials being carelessly circulated to people not entitled to it. A story that proved a feckless and callous attitude to probity within the very highest executive in our Republic, our Department of An Taoiseach and our Cabinet Ministers.

The facts forming this story have been established and proved and remain undisputed. That is all anyone needs to know. The character of the publisher and the storytellers does not deny one ounce of the story.

What I have established from the many that give their occupation as journalist, and the wider mainstream professional commentariat over the last week tells me that they are the menace our democracy is faced with, not crappy Politicians.

It simply cannot be denied that a very dominant cohort have set about to undermine, and mock those who had the conviction that this story was important for the Irish people to know.
The motives of those that brought it into the public domain is so far down the scale of neither-here-nor-there that no credentialed journalist with press gallery access to any level of our Oireachtas should even refer to it.

To do so publicly at least, is an attempt to obscure the full and real story with their own version, and therefore potentially alter and interfere with the straight up truth. That is PR not journalism.

That is a very dangerous position for anyone to support. I don’t care how big your following is, or impressive your employer is, or how many books you have sold or how often you appear on an RTÉ platform. You are a hazard to truth, integrity, transparency and therefore – accountability, which denies Justice.

Vanessa can be followed on twitter @akaFrillyKeane

 Archbishop-elect of Tuam Francis Duffy at the Cathedral of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary in Tuam, Galway this morning

This morning/afternoon.

Tuam, county Galway.

Via The Irish Catholic:

Pope Francis has appointed Archbishop-elect Francis Duffy to succeed the retiring Archbishop of Tuam Michael Neary,…

The archbishop-elect was “surprised and humbled” by the announcement, he told the congregation gathered at the Cathedral of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary in Tuam, Galway.

In his address, he added that for the Church to move forward, “we must listen to all who have been hurt by their experience of Church”, while paying testimony to the “vital role” of the clergy”.

Meanwhile…

Primate of All-Ireland Archbishop Eamon Martin wished Dr Duffy “every blessing” in his new role, saying:

“He has already made significant contributions to the Bishops’ Conference in the fields of finance and administration, Catholic education, liturgy, pastoral renewal and adult faith development.

“With the help of God’s grace, and with the support and prayers of the faithful, he will now bring these gifts to the service of the Church in the West of Ireland.”

Bishop Francis Duffy appointed new archbishop of Tuam (irish Catholic)

Earlier: Still Buried

Pic via Chai Brady

Reader Jono writes:

Can Broadsheet do a poll asking people who are double vaccinated how many more bi-annual vaccines they are willing to take?

It would be useful to gauge how long this will continue.

Over 90% are not against Covid passes so the number willing to take multiple doses may be quite high.

It would be good to know.

OK then…

Q. If you are double vaccinated, how many more vaccines are you willing to take?

a) I’m done.

b) One more poke.

c) Keep jabbing.

d) Mind your own bees knees.

RollingNews

Blimey.

This afternoon.

Earlier…

Meanwhile…

Meanwhile…

Eau.

 

The waft of the Aran Islands.

In your home!

Niamh Waters writes:

If you are looking to buy Irish and shop online this Christmas, then you might be interested to know that Doolin Ferry have teamed up with local Irish artisan candle maker, The Irish Chandler, to create two beautiful scented candles which will bring people’s memories of the Aran Islands to life this festive season…

…Handmade in small batches using only the finest materials, including eco cotton wicks, 100% soy wax and premium plant-based fragrance oils, the ‘Christmas in Aran’ and ‘Aran Memories’ candles are also burn clean so are perfect for use in your home or office…

Christmas In Aran Candle

Aran memories Candle

Irish-made stocking fillers to broadsheet@broadsheet.ie marked ‘Irish-Made Stocking Fillers’

This morning/afternoon.

Leinster House, Dublin 2.

Independent Senator and Joycean scholar David Norris at a ceremony where his Seanad colleagues presented him with a portrait by artist William Nathans.

Sam Boal/RollingNews

This morning.

Three nights?

Only getting started, mate.

*chews intently*

Meanwhile…

Meanwhile…

Eamon Ryan

This morning

Further to Eamon’s Ryan’s ‘positive’ covid test where the Minister for the Environment said his private secretary was later contacted by the HSE to say the result had actually been “inconclusive”…

…via Fergal Bowers:

The Health Service Executive has said that around 25 to 30 repeat PCR tests are conducted each month, after issues arise with the first test.

It said that repeating a PCR test and interpretation of the result can take into account the person’s clinical history, their clinical condition and the reason for the first test.

The HSE said it may also take account of whether or not they were a close contact, if they had a previous positive test result and “various parameters within the test process itself.”

The HSE said that as a patient’s test result can be reviewed by a GP and public health at a local level, the HSE Test and Trace programme will not necessarily be made aware of all individual patient cases where a repeat test is ordered.

Hmm.

Anyone?

Up to 30 PCR tests repeated each month – HSE (RTÉ)

Yesterday: My Second Test

The scene of Slightly’s bell-ringing shame

Slightly Bemused writes:

So there is a new grotto in town.

I have only lived here for forty years or so, but it took a new arrival for me to find out about this. Back behind my church, where apparently mobile coverage does not work, there is a little sanctuary to Mary.

Finely ensconced in a glass cage, she looks out over my daughter as she sits and thinks and reads, and peruses her day’s thoughts.

When I found out about this place I realised something. In order for this grotto to be here, something had to go. That something was the convent of the Presentation Sisters.

Many of them were teachers to us, through the years. I am not sure they liked us. One famously took a ruler to my sister, who promptly took it from her and whacked back. Our family do not take lightly, so tread carefully where you may.

The grotto where the convent once stood looks out across a lawn to the room I used study science in. I will tell you of the blue water another time. The main school is now a shopping venue, but once my doctor was shot there. Thankfully he survived, and I am still able to tell people that I went to school in a field. And a one-armed man who taught me science found evidence of an old settlement there, sadly now buried under signs of saving.

The sad thing for me is I recognise the statue. It used be in the hall of the convent, welcoming all in. Or at least as many as never took a rule to a sister. I am not a believer, but I do respect those who do, so I am glad to see her recognised by the community.

But just down from her place of fame is my place of shame
. There is still the old bell tower, which still rings out the Angelus, and the tidings for the Mass. You can see the bell from Little Slightly’s window, and it bongs each day at the noon and the hour. Actually, it is early these days, about ten to. Back in the day old Skinner, the sacristan of those times, would only chime in time. And God help the late.

But Skinner was also just a man, and he got sick as do the rest of us. So when he did, an altar boy was sent out, in his rainments of crimson and white, to sound the bells and bring the faithful to their true home. The church wherein I was wed, but that was a few years later.

On this day when Skinner (the local barber, by the way. Hence the name) coughed in sick, a certain young lad of the very slightly build was asked to ring the bell. So out I went, past the convent where a grotto now stands, and I faced off on the bell. These days it has a solenoid, an electric ringer. But of course, not then.

Back then, it was old school. The bell still sports the rather big circle ring whereupon used rest a chain. And to get it ringing, a seasoned campanologist would pull the chain, let it go, and pull again on the backswing. Gaining momentum. Eventually it got to the point where the clapper sounded out the call to the worthy to come and pray.

Funnily enough, this was not one of the lessons in altar boy training. So here I am, looking at the bell and chain. There was a low wall around the base, now extended to the top. And I thought if I grab the chain as high as I can and then pull, it will work. So to get as high as I could I clambered up this little wall. I reached high, grabbed the chain, and jumped.

Now, here is a lesson in both physics and momentum. A one ton bell will move when a ten-pound altar boy pulls. But it pulls back, as it swings. And it is a lot heavier. So there is me, swinging up and down the side of the bell tower, not letting go for fear of my life. And the Mass bell went bong… bing… bong…

And Skinner got out of his sick bed to make it right for the next Mass, and never let me near his bell again.

Slightly Bemused‘s column appears here every Wednesday.

Pic by Slightly