It is said that the only pub ever visited by WB Yeats, was Toners on Dublin’s Baggot Street.A good choice, it being the finest pub on the planet – even if there are quite a few rivals nibbling at its heels. It was Oliver St John Gogarty who brought the poet to Toners. And, I … Continue reading It won’t be long now…the snug in Toner’s awaits, even if Yeats wasn’t a big fan.
I’m very lucky. I’ve won the Lottery five times. Yes indeed. I’m that lucky that I’m a five times winner of the Lottery. Here’s how. The first time I won was on August 5, 1953 when I was born into the most wonderful family you could hope for. Indeed, if I was given a choice, … Continue reading How lucky can one man be? I’ve won the Lottery FIVE TIMES!
There are a lot of scams about these days. I keep on getting calls from numbers in the North of England. I don’t answer. They don’t leave messages. I don’t call back. But they do, three or four times a week. I have been asked three times in the past month to pay delivery charges … Continue reading There seems to be more scams than ever. But, if you’re in the mood, you can have some fun with them!
For no reason whatever, I was thinking about Limericks the other night. You don’t hear many Limericks these days. You certainly don’t hear new ones. So here are some oldies, the first two being favourites of my fathers. **** There was a young man from Japan Whose poetry no one could scan. When asked why … Continue reading Limericks have gone out of fashion haven’t they? So here are a few oldies…and two (dreadful) new ones.
There, astronomers tell us, 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 solar systems in the universe. Each one, probably contains eight or nine planets. It doesn’t bear thinking about. But I am thinking about it!Here we are on our little tiny ball, floating around in our tiny little solar system, utterly insignificant in the scheme of things. And what do we … Continue reading I’m pretty sure we’ve been visited by aliens. But once they had a look, they decided not to bother with us.
We don’t have a garden on the scale of Monty Don or even Diarmuid Gavin’s more modest spread in County Wicklow. We have a back yard. I am, nonetheless, tempted to reChristian my wife Monty Clinton or Connie Gavin. Because she has turned our little space into a magical place. I’m a cold creature, largely … Continue reading Monty Gavin (that’s Connie) has given us a beautiful garden. But what is that thing in the corner?
(This one is probably a little bit from left field. Or maybe right field. But I sincerely believe that the practice of tarring all with the same brush is wrong. And prominent Catholics are routinely abused and accused. And the words “mother and baby home” inspire immediate revulsion. But there is always another story. Here … Continue reading Frank Duff and the Mother and Baby home that was for mothers AND babies.
There are lots of good things about growing old. Firstly, of course, is the old cliché about it beating the alternative. But there are lots of bad things about it too. And among the worst of them is the tendency of old people – like me – to blather on about how things were much … Continue reading I think I’ve gone off soccer – 58 years after starting to follow United.
I am furious. No, it’s worse than that. I am outraged. I cannot believe that frauds who are setting up this so called “European Super League” have not been exposed. Indeed, I am surprised they have not been dragged from their beds and hung, drawn, quartered, whipped, water boarded and before before finally being beheaded, … Continue reading Any European league which doesn’t include the Archies cannot call itself “Super.”
I DON’T know exactly how many shares are traded on the Irish Stock Exchange (ISEQ) every day. It could be millions or billions or gazillions. All the same to me. I failed First Commerce. But I do know that if one company wants to buy shares worth €10 million in another company the business is … Continue reading Eight days on, and the cheque I received from the HSE has still not cleared in the bank. So who has the money?