Ancient Mysteries explained.

Dun Laoghaire, county Dublin.

Actually 37 feet…

‘ …but they rounded it up to 40 because that was the age of struggling fathers trying to bond with their sons while having an identity crisis at the same time’.

Ouch.

Fight!

Last week: The Bray Identity Crisis

Good, hairy times.

Daniel Sexton writes:

Cleaning out the in-laws’ attic. Found this 50 year old gem from the Showband era full of full page colour photos  Band pics here…

Name those stars (clockwise from top centre), anyone?

Meanwhile…

How.

Seriously.

The Indians

Saturday.

Alberta, Canada.

Calgary pastor Artur Pawlowski was made to kneel while being arrested for committing the crime of holding a church service, which violated Alberta’s public health orders. The pastor kicked out police from his church last month calling them ‘Gestapo’.

That’ll learn him.

Calgary COVID-19 dissidents vow to resist court order (Calgary Sun Herald)

Pic via Twitter

Paul Murphy TD (seated second right) during a protest against a visit to a food bank in  Jobstown, Tallaght by then Tanaiste Joan Burton

Kevin writes:

My poem in response to last evening’s episode of Reeling In The Years on RTÉ One, which covered 2014. I’ve chosen one inspired by the reaction of the common-or-garden Irish media liberal to Joan Burton’s car being blocked in Tallaght by anti-water charges protesters/

Irish Liberal Foresees Own Enduring Relevance

My words are smoother than the essential oils
the Taoiseach last week
had his parliamentary assistant rub
into his badly traumatised buttocks.
My psychotherapist insists
half the people who’ve taken
shotguns to their own heads,
during this recession, would’ve reconsidered,
if only they’d heard me talk for an hour
each week about the dangers of Sinn Féin,
or how I live in the hope of a woman Pope.

I’m all for the good people of middle Ireland
making their point in a dignified manner
with china cups of nothing stronger than tea in their hands.
But when thugs from the far parts start burning vans
and generally acting as if they owned the place;
and gurriers from the depths begin picking up bricks
and tossing words so terrible,
they’re not even in the dictionary,
at the Minister for Poverty’s hair-style.
(How would you like your wife,
sister, great grandmother,
kidnapped in her car
for two and a half hours?)

The world will not be changed by fools
banging on the bonnet of a BMW.
But by the likes of me talking
against social exclusion in TV studios.
And fundraising concerts organised
by former pop-stars.
And the well-meaning priest
with whom I regularly have dinner;
between the two us we’ve enough
concern for the poor to construct a second
Fergal Keane of the BBC,
as a back-up in case
the existing one breaks.

Trust in us. Pay no heed
to the sweary-mouthed crowd,
who if they’re not put back where they belong
will soon be eating pot noodle from scooped out skulls
confiscated from their betters
in defiance of international law.
By the likes of them,
the world must not be changed.

Kevin Higgins

Reeling in the Years: 2014 (RTE)


Brendan Tallon – American Strings

Into the Great Wide Open.

Former Revelino singer Brendan Tallon (top) flies like a Byrd over the expansive American landscape on his new single, which is a taster for his forthcoming solo album Love In These Times.

The Dubliner is joined by Fintan Jones on flutes, Ray Martin on trumpets and Mark Colbert on drums.

The video is by Rory McDonald and Brendan, with Keith Leonard creating the lyric animation.

Nick says: Ireland’s got Tallon.

Brendan Tallon

Hmm.

Saturday.

The novel suggestion of introducing ‘wheelchair accessible’ park benches was made by Galway City Fine Gael Councillor Clodagh Higgins.

To help the disabled get that prized middle seat?

Or deter the homeless from having a kip?

We may never know.

Meanwhile…

Anyone?

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