Sunday, December 23, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Bush has no sense of regret. 2

Norman Mailer said that " bush has no sense of regret." How right he was. He is the wrong man in the wrong time doing everything Wrong.
Labels:
bush sniggering,
explosions,
iraq,
souls of the dead.
Bark for a Happy Christmas
Friday, November 16, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Bushspeak.

This is what happens when the officeboy gets the CEO's chair. He is too ignorant to realise that he is meddling in matters that are beyond his grasp and so he makes a mess, as in Iraq; to mention but one. It is alarming to realise that we have another 18 months of his fumbling to put up with. Let us hope we do not get to the event pictured above.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Dingle Twilight.
Kerry Wedding.

The Half-Moon SC.

Thursday, August 9, 2007
Winter Harbour

In winter, a lot of boats are laid up in Ballydavid. But although I call this place Ballydavid, That is the name of another village which gives it's name to the townland; it really has it's own name which is Baile Na n'Gall. This means Town of the Strangers or Foreigners. This is a very nice Irish village with a post office and two Pubs.What more could you ask for except maybe anther pub with free beer.
Dreaming of Spuds.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Setting the World to Rights.
Saving the Hay in Ardamore.

No Smoking Ever.
In 2002, The ruling party in Irish politics "Fianna Fail." decided to ban smoking in all Irish restaurants and pubs and this has had a profound effect on Irish life. Many country pubs have closed down and those that haven't only open in the evenings now. No doubt it has health advantages for some but surely it means that more drinking will be done in the home thus making the Irish that bit more insular. I personally dislike the nanny approach to government and I firmly believe that we should be allowed to go to hell in our own way so long as we are not hurting anyone else.
Portrait of the Artist as a Happy Drunk.
Boland thinks he is Playing the Guitar.
The Christmas Morning Swim.

This is the Half Moon Swimming Club. It is on the southern wall of Dublin Harbour. When I was a youth I used go up there on my bike to swim and listen to the older men telling yarns. Because of it's situation astride the wall and so far along it was easy to see any female figure if they happened to venture that far. Then someone would cry " woman on the wall!" and there would be a casual covering up of the male distinctions. Some would just drape a newspaper over themselves, others would don a bathing suit and a few hardy ones would dive into the sea. The women when they arrived would develop an inordinate interest in the other side of the harbor So was possible for the men to parade around in the nude and many ridiculous sights were to be seen there. But this was Christmas morning and many of the members liked to demonstrate their hardihood by swimming in the freezing cold waters of the bay. I did it myself when I was young and foolish enough to want to impress my elders. I never actually saw a priest, let alone a Bishop on Christmas Morning but this is a painting and the imagination has to run free.
A Summer's Day in Ballydavid.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
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