All We Can Give The Dead Is Memory

On 22nd February 2015 my wife and I flew out of Dublin Airport bound for Beauvais 50 miles north of Paris, an airport in much need of investment and used by lots of budget carriers from North Africa and especially by our very own Ryan Air. A hundred years ago on the 25th February 1915 five 2nd Battalion Connaught Rangers, five 2nd Battalion Royal Munster Fusiliers, a cavalryman from 15th (The King’s) Hussars and a Frenchman, Eugene Vincente Chalandre were executed by firing squad at Guise Chateau by the newly occupying German forces. These men’s story was published in our 2012 edition of New Ranger magazine but I will give you here a brief synopsis of their final months in late 1914 and very early 1915. It is a story with everything, helplessness, starvation, empathy, bravery, jealousy, lust, immaturity, evilness, cruelty but above all outstanding humanity.
On 26th August 1915 just three days after the Great War started for the British Army, the 2nd Battalion Connaught Rangers part of the rearguard of the retreating British forces from Mons and because of bad intelligence, ran into a German ambush in the village of Grand Fayt in Northern France. About 15 men were killed but a sizeable number went missing, most as it turned out, about 290 of them, became prisoners of war. A few escaped capture, of these some were spirited back to England by the Edith Cavill group in Brussels while others took to the countryside, hoping to join up with their unit once the retreat stopped. Five of them found themselves in a wooded landscape south of Grand Fayt, easily hidden from German Forces but without food and being joined up by stragglers, five Munster Fusiliers and an NCO from the King’s Hussars, all from the brave and worthwhile attempt at Etreux on 27th September 1915 of halting the German advance for a very useful few hours. After about three weeks of this rude existence, eating raw vegetables not daring to light a fire in case discovered, they were found on the outskirts of the little village of Iron by a retired silk weaver, Vincente Chalandre. Unconcerned with the danger he was putting himself in, Vincente asked Mme Logez, owner of a small mill if he could hide these men in the mill and give them food. And this they did with the little they had for about five months over the bad winter of 1914/15, the whole village pitching in to help these vulnerable men ignoring the German Army calls for an amnesty. It seems that the Germans were aware of lots of these groups of British soldiers wandering round the countryside behind their lines and wanted to rid themselves of this nuisance.
At the same time nature being nature, lust and jealousy were also at work. There was a lady in Iron who gave her comforts freely to whoever male was present. An old soldier, a veteran of the Franco Prussian War of 43 years previously, a M. Bachelet, had been receiving his oats frequently from this lady but had been put out when some new blood had appeared on the scene in the form of Clovis Logez, the 17 year old son of Mme Logez, the mill owner. So encumbered with his lust for this woman and so jealous of the young man, Bachelet decided to get back at the Logez family by reporting them to the German HQ in Guise, a large town about five miles away. The German soldiers came out in force on the 23rd February 1915 and captured these soldiers and Vincente Chalandre and brought them back to the chateau at Guise.

After a night of torture on 24th February, they were led out, shot and their bodies thrown into a prepared grave. The Chalandre and Logez houses were burnt to the ground, Vincente’s children thrown on the streets and the Logez family imprisoned in Germany. After the war the bodies of the soldiers and Vincente were exhumed and buried with due ceremony in Guise Communal Cemetery across the town. Bachelet was tried and sentenced to death but died in prison before his sentence was carried out.
We had been aware of this incident for some time and donated monies from our sparse funds when Hedley Malloch, an English man with roots in Ireland and teaching at Lille University decided to set up a committee to construct a monument in the village of Iron. This was done and we were there in 2011 at the opening ceremony. In January of this year with the centenary of this tragic event about to happen, Hedley invited the Association back for the ceremony. It was thought that it was important that we were present at this ceremony so I volunteered myself and that was why Helen and myself found ourselves at the dilapidated excuse they call Beauvais Airport. We were shortly to be joined by my daughter Katy, another member of the Association,who was flying in from Marakesh in Morocco, where she now lives accompanied by her two daughters. Three generations of our family here to honour the unnecessary deaths of 12 brave men a century ago.
We stayed in St Quentin, a large town about 20 kilometres from Guise, a town that saw some action at the beginning of the war, was in German hands for most of the war and was nearly destroyed in the Allied advance in late 1918. It boasts a magnificent basilica which on a clear day can be seen from miles away and must have been some sight and it reflected the riches of the area when it was built in 1509. Nowadays the whole of this area of the Aisne Department is taken over by the growing of beet, the sweet sickly smell hangs over the whole area which is populated by many sugar distilleries. Money is scarce it seems in Northern France, a little like Northern England, the towns are grey ugly places and I suppose St Quentin is the pick of the bunch, lying on a ford of the River Somme. On the 24th February we visited Peronne, another grey town on the Somme but it boasts probably the finest Great War museum that I have ever seen and I have seen a few.
The 25th February arrived as we gathered in the pouring rain at the monument in Iron. There was some quality there besides the population of the village. Descendents of the main families, especially the Logez and Chalandre families, an attaché from the Irish Embassy in Paris complete with chauffeur driven BMW, reporters from the Irish Times and Irish Independent and other local newspapers and Hedley Malloch, who seems to be treated with great respect by the locals for his part in raising this incident to international interest. Also there to give a touch of colour were the Essex Regiment re-enactors who were there at the opening in 2009 and have fallen in love with the story and the place plus relatives of some of the soldiers who were shot. The locals had over the years taken these executed soldiers as their own and very much treated the little ceremony with due dignity although a decision was made because of the weather to hold it in the Community Hall adjacent to the lovingly tendered two monuments outside. One for the people of Iron who were killed in the war and one for the Iron 12.
All speeches were given in both languages. The English thanked the villagers for looking after their men and the villagers thought the soldiers were given to them and considered them to be their own sons. Speeches over, a volley of shots from Lee Enfields of the Essex Regiment was fired over the memorials and glasses of cider and cakes were offered round with a chance of talking to the locals. It came over quite clearly how both the Logez and the Chalandre families suffered after this. The Chalandre children were put on the street and the Germans insisted the villagers did not care for them, they eventually found an orphanage that took them in. The Logez family were interned in a prison in Germany and contracted TB which saw most of them off in the 1920s, Clovis the 17 year old son became a victim of a mental condition brought on by conditions in the prison which saw him die prematurely. Some sad ends to some brave people.
Back to Guise for the second half of the proceedings and after lunch in the 1960s version of a French Hotel, we assembled at the Execution site at the Chateau. It was now my turn on behalf of the Connaught Rangers Association to give an oration on the spot. The place had been improved since our visit in 2011 with a stone tablet laid over the sparse concrete slab that marked the spot explaining what happened on 25th February 1915. The undergrowth had been cut back and a concrete edging had been fixed round the slab and decorative stone placed between edging and slab, making it a less forbidding place than it was three years ago.
I said ” It is a great honour and a privilege to stand here today as a representative of the Connaught Rangers Association to commemorate the heedless loss of 12 men’s lives 100 years ago. As I stand amongst you worthy people of Iron and Guise who have put so much work into remembering the deaths of our brave soldiers of years ago and also that of Monsieur Eugene Vincente Chalandre, one of your own, I weep. Vincente did not have to do what he did but his love of his fellow man drove him on, whilst the soldiers of the Connaught Rangers, The Munster Fusiliers and the King’s Hussars had their duty thrust upon them on enlistment.
The five Connaught Rangers had 50 years of soldiering between them, experienced men no doubt, but they had never in all those 50 years fired a shot in battle. Perhaps these soldiers had a perceived fatalism of their lives when they became detached from their units in the long chaotic retreat from Mons in August 1914. For the Connaught Rangers, its defining moment came at Grand Fayt on 26th August, for the Munsters and the Hussar, at Etreux the following day, the 27th. These helpless yet independent men followed the ever retreating Allied armies until as they thought they found relative safety in Iron helped by Monsieur Chalandre and Madame Logez until they were betrayed by Bachelet.
The German Commandant could and should have shown mercy but war throws up some strange decisions. The poor men did not deserve to die this way, on this spot, shot in cold blood by an avenging enemy, shot without mercy, when all they were trying to do was exist, but through psychopathic intransigence they were.
We in Ireland and I am sure you people of Picardy will never forget them. God bless them all especially their executioners.”

Katy my daughter gave the same words in France and said it sounded more poetic in that language, certainly I noticed many a tear coming from French eyes as she spoke.
Then off to the cemetery, we were going to march there as we had done in 2011 but it was spilling down and the decision was made to drive. At this place we had two little ceremonies, one at Vincente’s grave which had been wonderfully inscribed by the municipality of Guise, where Michael Chalandre, Vincente’s grandson emotionally described his family’s thoughts and stressed that Vincente had only done what any right man would have done. Then it was the turn of the Irish attaché to thank the people of Iron and Guise. We then went over to the communal grave of the soldiers, lovingly tendered by the CWGC, where the granddaughter of Pte George Howard 9381 Connaught Rangers gave a very good speech about her grandfather. George who was from Sheffield had enlisted in 1908 and had had a relatively easy life in barracks in Ireland and England until confronted by German aggression.  They had only found out about the details of George’s death a year ago. There was another volley of shots over the grave by the Essex Regiment and the day was over. We were invited back to the Town Hall in Guise for refreshments, the Mayor thanked us all for coming and we had time to think. Time to ponder over how marvellous it was that 100 years after their death, citizens of three countries were still admiring and remembering and soberly thinking to ourselves would the same call to duty apply to oneself if faced with the same dilemma. My wife Helen was moved by the raw emotion displayed on the day and Katy and her two daughters were equally impressed. Long may these feelings remain and long may we remember not only those men but all people who die in stupid conflict.
One last night in St Quentin, a trip down to Compiegne where the Armistice was signed, a remarkable lunch in the town and it was time to head off. For the kids the Eiffel Tower in Paris was calling before jetting off for Morocco, for us the gloominess of Beauvais airport, finally arriving home at 2.00am Friday morning. Sleep was the definite order of the day.

Hunger Striking To History

Well yesterday Dublin witnessed what could only be classed as a spontaneous reaction to the ridiculous judge Paul Gilmartin’s sentencing of the Dublin Five to prison for coming within 20 metres of a water meter installer.  10,000 or so locals from the Dublin area arose, put on their boots and scarves and walked into town to protest.  No notice given just this spontaneous reaction to protest against a wrong and aiming to put it right.  It has probably pushed another 50,000 to join the protest on the 21st of March, next month when Dublin will once more be brought to a standstill.  As I said in my last post these Five are heroes in the making.

And then came the news that will set sphincters quivering in Leinster House, two of the Five went on hunger strike immediately they were incarcerated.  Derek Byrne and Paul Moore have taken the decisive step and what is more they say that if they are not released by tomorrow they will decline to take liquids.  When Irish men go on hunger strike they undoubtedly mean it.  History tells us that for 70 years in the 20th century when men like Terence McSwiney and Bobby Sands and all those in between refused food, they refused it wholeheartedly and died for their aims and the cause they were fighting for in the end won.  Does Edna Kenny want the blood of these men on his conscience?  Does he want to go down in history linking arms with Margaret Thatcher and Lloyd George.

Why has it come to this?  The intellectual cripples in the Fine Gael/Labour coalition fucked up good and proper in 2013 when they formed Irish Water.  No discussion with the people, no educating them in the deplorable state of water infrastructure caused by 40 or 50 years of wilful neglect by successive Irish governments and worst of all, bringing out this unbelievably stupid programme of water meter installation costing €3.5 billion, €3.5 billion they did not have and which will take many, many years to get back if they ever in fact do.  Their thinking was dire, in fact non-existent.  Water meters will never ever serve the purpose for which they were dubiously intended, their only purpose was to control even further the habits of a populace that was slowly but surely waking up to the shortcomings of these evil men and women in mainstream politics.

Metres are not needed, Britain does not have them and they have many more mouths to satisfy than Ireland.  A standing charge was the way forward, it would cost nothing in terms of investment and that in fact is what Edna’s mob have now retreated to.  But first of all the government had to treat their electors like equals and not like the pack of dogs they have taken us for.

I am sure if Edna had come forward in 2013, held his hands up and said “sorry folks, the last 50 years of government has been a shambles regarding water infrastructure.  Money that should have been set aside from the central tax fund was diverted to other schemes and it has now come to a situation where we cannot guarantee supplying you with potable water which is our duty under the Constitution and unfortunately this problem is only going to get worse because us good and true men in the Dail have fucked up big time”, he might have succeeded.  He should then have explained how much this restoration of infrastructure was going to cost and over how many years and that the government does not have that sort of funding available after years of austerity brought on by the illegal activities of bankers and politicians.  If he was any kind of a man at all and before he started charging the people for water, he should have called a General Election and said that most of the present incumbents of the Dail had “not fit for purpose” tattoed across their foreheads.  He should then have dissolved his Fine Gael party and hoped that Martin would do the same with Fine Fail and implore the country to come up with a new system of politics far and away removed from the present civil war, parish pump system we now have and which is nearly 100 years past its sell by date.

Only then would the electorate acquiesce to these further charges levied but unfortunately now because the people were not treated with the respect due to them, protesting principles will forbid them ever to have good clean water..  I think that eventually they can be persuaded to fork out but only if this present lot of treaty and anti-treaty shite are shovelled out the back door.  Look at Greece, they did it or are doing it, look at Iceland, they have done it.  So people of Ireland understand and realise your power.  You have in your midst people of strength, people who can think lucidly, people who respect their fellow man, people who can cut the crap.  So I advise you to stand up and be counted.  I can see you have already started the process with Clare Daly and Michael Fitzmaurice and others already having their bums on hallowed seats.  I can see chaos for a while but is that any worse than the corrupt, hollow shite-hawks we have previously elected.

However before we run away with ourselves let us not forget the jailed Dublin Five who have been imprisoned because Edna’s bowels are loose.  Let us somehow get them out before they harm themselves permanently, because as I said before when an Irishman goes on hunger strike, it is not a whim, he fucking means it.

Water, Water Everywhere But Not A Drop……..

With the jailing of five water protesters yesterday in the High Court in Dublin by the idiot judge Paul Gilligan for contempt of a court order forbidding anybody to step into a 20 metre no-go zone round meter installers, it emphasised the governments absolute terror at the situation it has got itself into with regard to water.  They do not seem to realise in this computer driven modern world people are claiming back their power and nobody can stop them unless they are treated with respect and equality.  Giving out 19th century punishment to peaceful protesters is no way of approaching these two qualities.  The bloody judge might just as well have put them up against a wall in Kilmainham and in Maxwell fashion, shot them, because these five names will go down in Irish history and put on the same pedestal as Connolly, Pearce and the others of 99 years ago.

A woman, Bernie Hughes of Finglas, Michael Batty of Raheny and Derek Byrne of Donaghmede were given 28 days and Damien O’Neill of Coolock and Paul Moore of Kilbarrack were given 56 days detention for daring to go inside this 20 metre zone.  And indeed it was Derek Byrne who last month called our President, a parasitic little midget at a gathering in Dublin.  A sobriquet far too distinguished for the little fart whose ascension seems to have uplifted all parts of his homunculus frame.

They were cheered in court by their fellow protesters and protest marches started as soon as the five were led away with the promise of further, bigger and more disruptive marches to come.  It was all a brilliant piece of caricature showing the absolute injustice that exists in present day Ireland and dare I say the world, where bankers, politicians and international commercial types are robbing their countries blind and not even getting a rap over the knuckles whilst peaceful protesters are slung in the slammer for demanding their rights.  However the day is coming and it ain’t far off when the people will make sure these parasites won’t have any knuckles to rap.

A week ago Edna Kenny, our Fuhrer, was saying that he could not understand these protesters because by installing meters he was saving the country massive amounts of water and then a couple of days later Irish Water come out and say they are losing through leaks from an antiquated system 49% of all the water it produces and that it will take 20 years and billions of pounds that it does not have to bring the country’s water infrastructure up to international modern day standards  Tell me Edna how spending 3.5 billion euros on water meters is saving the country’s water when the water pipes of this country are acting as a water sprinkler to encourage the verdancy of this country to presumably keep the Tourist Board happy.  Surely 3.5 billion euros would go a long way to curing Irish Water’s wet dreams.

It is obvious that when orders came from Europe to clear up the water problem Ireland has, the Fine Gael/Labour coalition jumped into a hole it had neatly dug for itself and without thinking, pulled a cover over the whole and created Irish Water with all its ensuing problems.  It grieves me to say it but I feel sorry for the situation Irish Water is in and for all the stupid eejits who left their jobs for life in County Councils to install themselves into jobs that will not shortly exist, because just out of nappies Irish Water is a bankrupt company made even more bankrupt by Mr Minister Kelly’s backdown on water charges, which  half the country will not pay anyway.  There really is going to be some wonderfully imaginative accountancy exercises and what also grieves me is that the €1900 I pay a year on road tax which I hoped was alleviating the pot hole problem on our much neglected Connaught boreens  is now to be spent on the provision of fluoride injected water.  It is a problem I am trying to get my head around and work out ways and means of not letting this get me down too much before I die a cancer induced death brought about by government stupidity.  But I should look nice smiling over the rim of my coffin at a room full of teary relations.

Without doubt after years of absolutely poor government from the Fine Gael, Fine Fail and Labour political machines, Irish Water have now a greater task than Hercules when he was set the task of cleaning out the Augean stables.  Augeas was the king of Elis in Greece who had a great herd of oxen housed in stables that had never been cleaned out.  The crafty Hercules just diverted an handy river through the stables which washed all the excreta of years away.  Irish Water are not able to do this because they have diverted all their water into pipes that are sprinkling the country and keeping the grass growing and covering the accumulated mass of rubbish or corruption, be it physical, moral, religious or legal that is weighing this poor country down.

And as an almost final note to Irish Water, although I do sympathise with your plight, you will get no help from me.  My meter is archaic but working, my water is still “piss”, endowed with cryptospiridium and fluoride and I am not paying a penny until you get your product fit for market.  The road tax is a problem I had not contemplated but like Hercules I can be crafty too.  There are more ways of skinning a cat than killing it first.

Definitely my last thoughts are with the soon to be “Famous Five”, Bernie, Michael, Derek, Damien and Paul.  I hope your disgraceful treatment by the tyrant Gilligan does not impair your future prospects and I hope you bear your holiday at Edna’s hotel with dignity.  You lads and lassy are the heroes in this struggle, which we will win over these dimwitted fools who think they are our masters.  Bring on the elections in 2016, we cannot wait.


Friends Of St Bede’s College In Manchester (FOBCIM)

Let me introduce you to a new group, a pressure group if you like, who have resolved not to pressure anybody as long as things are going along the right road.  We are Friends of St Bede’s College in Manchester (FOBCIM) or FOBs for short

I set out in 2011 when Daniel Kearney was made headmaster of St Bede’s College in Manchester to right a wrong.  Having received the trite note and a note was all it was, from Monsignor Michael Quinlan, once head of Governors at the school, to all parents to say that Michael Barber  had gone and Daniel Kearney was in place, I smelt a rat.  I smelt it straight away because of the speed of transition.  Why?  Because in the best run places that is not how things are done.  The end of one headship and the start of another is a careful and predetermined programme of events destined for it to be seamless to the observer.  It can last for a year or even longer whilst discovery of new and adieus of old take place.  But this soft shoe shuffle by Quinlan and Kearney warranted careful inspection, in fact it seemed highly suspect.

More or less immediately my suspicions turned into definite evidence as I started to learn of what was happening at the school under the Kearney/Pike foremanship.  All sorts of people were contacting me telling me of their disquiet with the way things were panning out.  Time honoured methods were being changed for no apparent reason, experienced staff were leaving in droves, parents were no longer treating the place as a “must go to” for their children and those parents with children at the school found themselves caught in a trap.  It not being the place they had signed up to years previously.  They felt they had no say in their children’s destiny, in short they felt their fears were being disregarded, in fact ignored.

Over the years since that Kearney/Pike putsch in 2011 disaffected people have been contacting me, disaffected people very close to the school who could see the wood from the trees and were alerted by this blog.  Concerned old boys, trapped parents and those not so trapped who had the ability to pull their children out of Bede’s and send them elsewhere and dare I say it, abused whistle blowers.  Not of course sexually abused people but those who felt the quality of their professional lives had been downgraded since the new regime emerged.  People within the aegis of the school who thought Kearney’s methods was an abuse of their personal and professional standards.  People who thought they had a right to have their thoughts recognised.

These people did not become a group, they were individuals who saw the value of this blog and the power it gave them to fight back anonymously by reporting verbatim what was going on.  None of them knew another but all had a common cause.  Between us we achieved a fair amount and although we cannot take the whole of the credit for Kearney’s and Quinlan’s demise, our programme of disparagement of the duo’s behaviour must have helped.  I know for a fact that Kearney was rendered dyspeptic by some of our revelations on occasions when if he possessed a cooler head he would have been better displaying it.  No, I have to say they brought most of their bad fortune to the table themselves.

In the last six months since Kearney’s eventual protracted departure we have remained calm, we have discussed where we need to go and we have all decided to give the new head, Mr Richard Robson, a fair crack of the whip.  At least his advent was not the result of a nefarious back-stabbing operation as was Kearney’s, albeit a risky and shabbily managed process that saw the school produce a new head out of a hat within the space of about six weeks instead of the normal lengthy process of discovery to ensure that the new choice is really fit for purpose with no attached baggage.

We, the disaffected individuals of yore are now bound up in a loose Association.  We remain a cellular structure, nobody knows who the next man is, except for myself, they all remain anonymous but there is communication between ourselves using me as the channel.  A little like that scary organisation at the turn of the 20th century in Ireland, the Irish Republican Brotherhood or the IRB as they were known.  The difference is that we are not a bunch of murderers and rebels but just decent people seeking the truth and trying to help the disquieted.

We will over the rest of this school year observe, listen and say nowt, unless of course there is something that absolutely needs saying.  Mr Robson looks a decent enough chap with no particular religious ideology like Kearney brought back from southern Spain with him.  Our only worry is his lack of experience at senior management level at a seven or eight hundred pupil school which has or had a high level of success in public examination.  At this level the head has to keep so many balls in the air, one moment of distraction can mean empty hands and no balls at all.  Certainly however  his early experience at stage school as taught him how to look the part, is early snaps at the College show him to be neatly turned out and fresh looking and in his opening address on the school website he did not appear to have the rabid dog mentality about discipline that Kearney portrayed in his preface in 2011.

We wish him luck because he will surely need it, the fabric of the school is rent with uncertainty and past experiences, with senior management jockeying for position in the new era and with a Board of Governors massively endowed with sacerdotal ineptitude, disgruntled former senior management and a sprinkling of trite nonsense with the likes of Helen West, who supposedly reported me to the English police, the Garda Siochana and Uncle Tom Cobley and threatened to close my blog down.

As an opening introduction we thought we, the loose association known as FOBCIM or FOBs for short would send him an open letter to tell him that we are on his side.

Dear Mr Robson,

Welcome on board the good ship Bede and we mean that sincerely because we know you have your work cut out to make a success of this daunting mission that you have set up for yourself.  In a way your introduction to the school has been helped by the sterling work of Sandra Pike, who without the interference of the dummy chucker Kearney has managed to plug the hole in the keel of the school and steadied the sinking ship and brought it back from its almost terminal list.  It is now limping along at slow ahead from a desultory stand by and its your job to get it full ahead by the end of the year.  Excuse the nautical language but for three years that is what the school reminded me of, a large ship in a wallowing sea without rudder or power.  The power has been returned and is awaiting your dynamic input.  Every thing is in place for you to make a magnificent success of this voyage or fail miserably if your dysfunctional engine room lets you down.

Staff morale is low after a year of uncertainty and three years of inefficient tinkering and that probably is your first objective.  It does not need saying that the College’s Safeguarding issues need to be met head on and the onus is more on good practice than lip-service as Kearney discovered.  One real way of achieving this is by admitting to the historic sexual abuse of pupils of the College, holding up your hands and apologising wholeheartedly to the many hundreds of abused kids that have gone through the maelstrom of past College life.  Reconciliation is the key.  Admittance, acknowledgement and acceptance of the dark deeds allowed in St Bede’s College  to my knowledge, from the late 1940s and up to and probably beyond the turn of the 21st century.  In fact I doubt whether the problem has really left the school but Byrne and Moynihan will fill you in on the nitty gritty, if you do not already know.  If that approach fails you can always come to this blog where we should be able to chat in confidence.

Be careful with your dealings with the Board, having 33% of the board as priests of the Catholic Church is about 24% too much in this day and age and the looming presence of those two erstwhile stalwarts of the College’s glory days, the said B & M, does not help.  They were put there in 2011 by Quinlan to help Kearney in his nursery hour of need.  Little help they gave him for all they did when the pressure mounted was to resign and were then brought back again to give Kearney his coup de grace.  The shadowy and undeserving figure of Coffey as Vice Chair of the Board seems to give him more importance than he intellectually deserves but he is obviously there as an Arabic plant to ensure the Sheikh keeps his foot in the door of College life.

You will have been made aware of the disastrous path that Daniel Kearney trod helped in no small way by the behind scenes tinkering of the Diocese and its acolytes.  So we suggest an arms length relationship with Salford and this new and not so nice and grim successor to the Brainless one, Bishop John Arnold, whose recent history suggests he does not take prisoners.

So the best of luck and we will support you wholeheartedly providing you do the right things and we will certainly give you time to ensure your blueprint becomes reality.  But one final thing before we leave you in peace, or three as it turns out,

1. Why does Fr “Gus” Dearman still give his address as the school when the previous regime told everybody that he no longer resides there.

2. For heaven’s sake get somebody working on the College website, it is a disgrace and needs bringing into the 21st century.

3. Why is that erstwhile guardian and bully boy of the College, Fr Timothy Hopkins, the one time eyes and ears of Quinlan in College propriety, still skulking away in a private house in Crumpsall.  With his past troubles behind him supposedly and his young age for him, would he not be better off performing parochial duties, providing he is allowed and giving the likes of those two honest to goodness servants of the College, Jack Rigby and Kevin O’Connor some respite from their duties, as they are well into their 80s now and deserve a little respect.

We hope you have a fair wind and a following sea.

Members of FOBs

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