Apart from Ben Dunne and Margaret Heffernan, obviously.

And Foster & Allen.

And the church, Iveagh House, team after team of dim rugby players and others too numerous or dead to mention.

Kader Asmal, stalwart of the Irish Anti-Apartheid Group, Dean of  the faculty of Arts at Trinity College in the 1980s, Minister for Water in the first democratic South African government, Mandela confidante. 1934-2011.

“We had very little funding that we did not raise ourselves – and here I should pay tribute to the many musicians who sang for us at concerts, and often turned down lucrative offers to tour South Africa as well. Poets like Seamus Heaney read for us, Sean O’Casey and Samuel Beckett were among the first signatories of a list of playwrights who refused to allow their plays to be performed in South Africa. In 1984 Mary Manning, a young trade unionist working in a supermarket in Dublin, refused to register the sale of an Outspan grapefruit. She and 10 others who supported her were suspended, and went on strike for three and a half years. For those three and a half years we organized a Saturday picket outside the store, but management refused to respond to our letters and refused to meet us. In 1987 the Irish Government imposed sanctions on South African fruit and produce.”

Louise Asmal, widow of Kader Asmal.



Kader Asmal Dies In SA (Irish Times)

Louise Asmal quote and Anti-Apartheid posters via Irish Election Literature

It’s got really big pockets.

Basically you get to wear your luggage.

And you also get, according to Andrew Gaule (above), co-founder of Rufus Roo The Big Pocket Jacket Company, a low-cost option for carrying additional baggage on budget airlines.

Sez Andrew:

“I looked into it and saw that airlines can’t do much about things in your pockets, so last August I stitched together a prototype from parachute material and went through check-in.”

The coat can fit shoes, books, a laptop, two wine bottles and two extra hidden pockets are designed especially for “fiddly items you are liable to lose”.

Such as your dignity and the respect of your fellow passengers.

Yours for £29.50.

Thanks Spaghetti Hoop


They’ve just sold them for €100,000.

To Tsvetelina Borslavova.

Who?

Two hundred and fifteen million nine hundred thousand euros down the pan.

Well done AIB.

Philip O’Sullivan

Bulgarian-American Bank Stake Sold (The Sofia Echo)

Discussion on Politics.ie

Update: AIB Vs Bulgarian Mob

Thanks Bibi Baskin Robbins

They have much in common, the boy wonder of the golfing world who returned to his native Ulster on June 21 and the lads who that same night fought running street battles in an enclave of Belfast called Short Strand.

Yet as U.S. Open champion Rory McIlroy, 22, disembarked at an airport named for his country’s most famous sporting export, George Best, and headed home to a hero’s welcome in Holywood, just outside Belfast and only five miles from Short Strand, hundreds of men of McIlroy’s generation, born and brought up within that five-mile radius, donned masks to cover their fresh faces and armed themselves with petrol bombs, stones, guns—and even golf balls.

Obviously McIlroy, blessed with prodigious sporting talent, has always enjoyed greater prospects than most of his contemporaries, but many ordinarily gifted Northern Irish men and women also grow up with some vision of a productive future. What distinguishes these children from others is not religion: McIlroy is Catholic; Graeme McDowell, another Ulsterman who won the U.S. Open in 2010, is Protestant. Nor is it pure economics. McIlroy’s father worked long hours as a cleaner and bartender to finance his son’s ambitions. But money and location do count. It’s hard to see beyond the rubble-strewn sidewalks of Short Strand to a better way of life.

Rory’s Return To A Divided Northern ireland (Catherine Mayer, Time)

(Rueters/AP)
Thanks Andrew Smyth

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4s2UwKm7dc

A study of vibration at 1000 frames per second by The Fluke Corporation: they’re in the vibration testing and tool maintenance business.

You at the back there. Stop that giggling.

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