Those bloody anthems

My last blog on Windsor Park seems to have touched a sore spot with some people; once the name-calling starts you know you’ve hit home.  One of the main problems with Windsor Park, although not the only one, is that the British national anthem is played before games, even though the Good Friday Agreement has […]

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Windsor Park – changed, changed utterly?

Does the name Kenneth McCallister ring a bell for sports minister  Caral Ní Chuilin?  I suspect it might. It’s the name of the central character in Marie Jones’s play, ‘A Night in November’, which as you probably know is about that famous night in 1993 when the Republic of Ireland turned up to play Northern […]

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Windsor Park – changed, changed utterly?

Does the name Kenneth McCallister ring a bell for sports minister  Caral Ní Chuilin?  I suspect it might. It’s the name of the central character in Marie Jones’s play, ‘A Night in November’, which as you probably know is about that famous night in 1993 when the Republic of Ireland turned up to play Northern […]

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Dongle-dangling high on a hill

Well. To paraphrase Mark Twain, reports of my demise are much exaggerated.  The reason I haven’t been blogging for some time is on the end of the pole in the picture above. It’s a dongle, and it belongs to the woman with whom we’ve house-swapped: she to our place near Belfast (drat, she missed the […]

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Dongle-dangling high on a hill

Well. To paraphrase Mark Twain, reports of my demise are much exaggerated.  The reason I haven’t been blogging for some time is on the end of the pole in the picture above. It’s a dongle, and it belongs to the woman with whom we’ve house-swapped: she to our place near Belfast (drat, she missed the […]

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My relationship with a younger woman

For the past few weeks I’ve been in communication with a younger Italian woman. The present Mrs Collins doesn’t seem to mind – in fact she encourages me in this relationship. In a week’s time, the young Italian woman will have come to our house and climbed into our bed, a fact that doesn’t cause […]

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My relationship with a younger woman

For the past few weeks I’ve been in communication with a younger Italian woman. The present Mrs Collins doesn’t seem to mind – in fact she encourages me in this relationship. In a week’s time, the young Italian woman will have come to our house and climbed into our bed, a fact that doesn’t cause […]

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Ireland’s debt: bonjour tristesse?

“It’s over, c’est fini” was what Enda Kenny said yesterday.  Nice touch that French bit, eh? Like Humphrey Bogart saying “Here’s lookin’ at you, kid” or “We’ll always have Paris”.  Ah yes, Paris. That’s where Monsieur Sarkozy lives, and Enda was talking  about his petit spat with Monsieur Sarkozy over the south’s corporation tax.  Nicolas wanted […]

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Ireland’s debt: bonjour tristesse?

“It’s over, c’est fini” was what Enda Kenny said yesterday.  Nice touch that French bit, eh? Like Humphrey Bogart saying “Here’s lookin’ at you, kid” or “We’ll always have Paris”.  Ah yes, Paris. That’s where Monsieur Sarkozy lives, and Enda was talking  about his petit spat with Monsieur Sarkozy over the south’s corporation tax.  Nicolas wanted […]

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Groaning at what’s on television

There are times when I can’t watch what appears on TV. I groan and look out the window or at the floor or at the ceiling – anywhere but the screen.  And there are times when I think our society – the Western World – is doomed. Like the Roman Empire, it’ll crumble and dissolve […]

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