Not so grumpy anymore
It’s twenty six years ago next month. Six years after his goal against England in Stuttgart earned him a place in Irish history (and not just sporting history) Ray Houghton struck again in Giant’s Stadium New Jersey. It was June 18 1994. And just as we had been in Stuttgart, we went into the game … Continue reading New York June 1994. And how the local accent scared a few of our lads half to death.
I make no apology for writing about Kevin Street Garda station again. Today, Spanish archaeologists found what they think are the remains of Red Hugh O’Donnell. Such is their dedication to history, that they closed a street in the city of Valladolid and began the search for the remains of the man who led the … Continue reading What is it going to take for someone in authority to do something about Kevin Street Garda station?
I am beginning to really hate this “new normal.” And one of the reasons I’m beginning to hate it is precisely because it is becoming the “new normal.” I’m getting used to it. I just drove to Dundrum Town Centre. Connie was doing a bit of shopping and I drive just to get out of … Continue reading Looking back a few weeks, it all looks absolutely perfect…
We were lovely children really… At this time of year, my mind always goes back to the sixties and my time in Willow Park. Willow Park is Blackrock College’s little brother, the preparatory school, preparatory being the posh word for primary though, in fairness, it did include first and second year of secondary. The end … Continue reading Our little rhyme showed just how much we loved our teachers in junior school
Red Hugh O’Donnell died in 1602, a year after the Battle of Kinsale which marked the end of the Nine Years War. There had been great hopes that the campaign, led by Hugh and his father-in-law Hugh Mór Ó Neill, would drive the English out of Ireland. It wasn’t to be. Red Hugh went to … Continue reading The Spanish seem to be more interested in our history than we are. Shame on us.
You probably know I have Stage 4 COPD. I’ve bored you about it often enough. I go for a short walk every few days, maybe as much as 1.5k. This Saturday, I’m going to walk 5k – not all in one go! I’m doing it for the ‘Rock Run in aid of CF. I had … Continue reading I’m going to go for a walk, a 5k walk!! Haven’t done that for a while – but it’s for a cause.
What is it about the kind of people who do what they did in St Anne’s Park, Donors Avenue in Drogheda and the Terenure Rugby Club grounds in Terenure in recent days? (Ken Curran took the St Anne’s photograph, Pat Flanagan the one of Donors Avenue in Drogheda and Keith Cairns took the one in … Continue reading Chain gangs, the stocks or a ship to take them to Van Diemen’s Land…
