That snivelling, miserable Corky rat that is our Taoiseach (Prime Minister) Micheal Martin has swung again after realising the only way out of the present situation is to live with the virus, he now says the National Vaccination Programme is the only way out and that the programme needs to […]
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The Idiocy That Is Covid.
I have loved three women in my life, first my mother who I lived with for 21 years and who cherished my children until her untimely death in 1988. She never had a penny she could call her own yet she taught me to think rich. I regret that due […]
Historic Boyle Part 6
We are in the centre of Boyle now at the historic crossroads, to our right is Green Street leading up to the Curlews and the road took by poor old Conyers Clifford in 1599 when he met his end along with a lot of his soldiers, Straight ahead is the […]
Historic Boyle Part 5
So we return up the street to where the Bank of Ireland is today. In 1911 it was the premises of the National Bank. In No 10 lived Aris Manning and his wife Tempe. He was 56 and she was 35. They had two children Dorothy and Norah and a […]
Historic Boyle Part 4
We are well into the town of Boyle on our walking tour of the history of this beautiful place. 7. Main Street We are on Main Street with the main gates of King House behind us. An impressive street acting as the main approach to King House or the Barracks […]
Historic Boyle Part 2
On my walk into town from our abode at the Wooden Bridge we have come to Shilling Hill, in the townland of Knocknashee, a reasonably modern area, with Boyle Abbey and Abbeytown Bridge on our left. This road and roundabout area was reconstructed about 30 years or more ago when […]
Historic Boyle Part 1
One of the problems of coming from the colonial world is that white people have no history except for the native history of the indigenous people they pushed to one side. That history has no real place in the European mind so they hunt farther afield. They yearn for the […]
Out of Darkness Into Loving Light
As most of you will know Helen my dear wife of nearly 44 years passed away on Christmas Day 2016 and what followed was six months of darkness, loneliness and absolute hell, poorly controlled by foreign travel to England, Malta, Morocco, France, Belgium and Italy. Travel I thought might help […]
Fresh Lonely Air In Manchester – Part 4
My sojourn in Manchester is slowly coming to an end, two and a half days of authority induced mayhem whilst they arrest every man with a slight hue, give him a cup of tea, ask him how he is then release him. It is musical chairs time in Manchester Police […]
Fresh Lonely Air In Manchester – Part 3
After the bomb in central Manchester interrupted my advent into the city of my birth, I have settled down to write. What would have been a blog about finally coming to grips with my grief in the city where we courted and raised our family, is now an episodic story […]