- This vessel might be known as the Titanic that stayed at home at St. Paul’s Bay. But is not. Still it might yet be now that a Paul has bayed long and loud enough. Can Harland and Wolfe Tone stay afloat? Not least now that it is without Edwin of the Seaven League Poots.
D’fhéadfaí an Titanic a d’fhan sa bhaile ar Bhá Phol Naofa a thabairt ar an soitheach seo. Ach nií. Fos, d’fhéadfaí sin a dhéanamh anois go bhfuil Pol ar leith i ndiaidh bheith ag screamhaíl os ard le fada a dhothain. An féidir le Harland agus Wolfe Tone fanúint ar snámh? Ní amháin toisc go bhfuil siad lúide Edwin na bPútaisí Seacht Léig.
- In fact it is known as The Guillieru Restaurant, which is not inappropriate., considering it means The Red Fellow Restaurant in both Scots Gaelic and Irish Gaelic, PM. A while back we had a right good gawk at and some talk about The Red Tower a couple of miles north on the east coast of Malta. And of course, you have to hand it to the fellows in Ulster overcoats whose favourite colour is like a red, red rose that’s newly sprung in July. So it is.
Déanta na firinne, tugtar Proinnteach an Ghiolla Rua air, rud nach bhfuil neamh-oiriúnach de bhrí go gciallaíonn sé an Giolla Rua i nGaeilge na hÉireann agus freisin, i nGaeilge na hAlban faoi seach, Taoiseach.. Tamaillín o shin, chaitheamar seal ag stánadh i gceart agus i mbun dreas áirithe cainte faoin Túr Dearg, atá lonnaithe cúpla mile slí o thuaidh ar chosta thoir Mhalta. Agus, ar ndoigh, ní mor duit é a thabhairt do na giollaí ina gcasoga Uladh.a bhfuil an dath is ansa leo ná an ros dearg, deart atá nuadhuisithe i Mi Iúil. Mar atá sé.
- A Scotsman with a wee fishing rod in one hand and a highland-loch liking for the Red Fellow founded the restaurant back in 1965. A year when a Northern political commentator was lecturing in a Drumcondra academy and has since gone out to achieve a dizzying distinction. That of being excommunicated by the Hierarchy of the Hackitariat in DUPlin e.g. The Unionist Times and its audio version on RTE on Liffeyside for whom his outragesous refusal to be cowed or to bow to the political bullies on John Bull’s udder island. The one ruled by an unelected queen of Germanic stock.. And who dared to write his own mind and had the wit, facility and skill to make it seen it on screen. Little wonder he’s blanked. The boy’s doing good.
Albanach le slat iascaireachta i lámh amháin agus dúil ar leith aige sa Ghiolla Rua sna locha atá le fáil sna Garbhchriocha a bhunaigh an proinnteach siar i 1965 nuair a bhí Tuaiscertach fos ag léachtoireacht in acadamh i nDroim Conrach. Agus a bhfuil an gradam annamh bronnta air o shin bheith curtha faoi choineallbhá ag an Cliarlathas Iarbhriotaineach cois Life. Deineadh amhlaidh de bhrí gur dhiúltagh sé go millteanach an ghlúin a fheacadh ar phár roimh maistni ar an mhorthír agus na giollaí gallda ar a nglúinte sna meáin thiar a ghlacann leis na maistíní mar a máistrí sna meáin chumarsáide comhréire mora. Tá an buachaill ag déanamh go maith.
- Gilleiru is known as the Gillyroo in the Irish lake which is most linked with this distinctive breed of red trout: that is Lake Melvin in the Lovely Leitrim of Larry Cunnigham. One has a steady memory of one Christmas during the 70s in a local hotel in Kinlough when the waiter on unsteady feet performed a remarkable display of balancing with a steady hand a turkey laden tray.
Tugtar an Giolla Rua ar gcineál bric rua atá gaolta leis an gcineál ata le fáil sna Garbhchríochta: sin é Loch Meilbhe i gContae Álainn Liathroime de chuid Larry Cunningham. Tá cuimhne sheasta agam ar Nollaig amháin i rtih an Seachtoidí in ostán áitiuil i gCeann Locha nuair a thug an freastalaí fir ar chosa corracha taispeántas den scoth de thráidire a bhi lán luchtaithe faoi fhathach de thurcaí a choinneáil cothrom.
Kinlough incidentally was the birthplace of Jim Kilfeather of the Official Unionists. That party’s Free Southern Stateen counterparts also came to a, erm, sticky end, and whose red, white and blue political plumage appealed greatly to the Wurzel Gummidges of West Britannia.
Dála an scéil dob e Ceann Locha baile dúchais Jim Kilfeather, Aontachtaí Oifigiúil, a raibh drochdheireadh chomh maith lena leithéidí ar an dtaobh o dheas sa Saor Stáitín o Dheas, agus a réithigh a gclúmh polaitiúil dearg, bán agsu gorm go mor le Worzel Gummidgeanna na Breataine Thiar.
Kinlough’s Kilfeather always reminds one of the great Guy Mitchell song which, as it happens in not irrelevant to the premises under review: not only did the maiden in the melody wear red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt but she also lived on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea, not to mention a rose in her hair. And that was only the half of it.
Cuireann Kilfeather Chinn Locha i gconaí an sár-amhran le Guy Mitchell i gcuimhne dom, amhrán nach bfuuil neamhábhartha leis an áras idir chaibidil : ní amháin gur chaith an mhaighdean sa fonn cleití dearga agus sciorta hulai-hulai ach mhair si ar cnonna cocai amhain agus iasc on bhfarraige , gan tracht ar an ros ina folt. Agus ni raibh asinin ach a leath de.
In the second verse, the spotlight is shone on the typical Occidental Brit Broadcaster who dreamily lives in the Western Branch of the Westminster South Bank, respectable position, and where, from nine to three they serve you tea but ruin your disposition.
Sa dara bhéarsa, tá an aire dírithe ar an gCraoltoir Iar-Bhriotaineach a mhaireann go samhailteach in Iar-Bhrainse Bhainc o Dheas Westminster, post measúil, agus mar a dhéantar, o naoi go trí, tae a riaradh ar bhealach a dhéantar praiseach ded’ mheon.
Guy Mitchell, incidentally, once took a look as did P.W. though not simultanenously, at the same cottage on the bank of the most lovely of Donegal loughs with a view to purchase, and refused to bite like P.,W., having caught a whiff of seomthing fishy from the same snag which both to drag their heels – R. O. W.. A concept dear to the gut of the DUP – Right Of Way.
Dála an sceil thug Guy Mitchell féachaint ar an dteaichin ceanna is a chaith P.W. air tráth, bodh nár fhéachadar go comhuaineach, teaichín a bhí suite ar bhruach an locha is gleoite i nDún na gGall, agus rún acu beirt, b’fhéidir, é a cheannach. Cuireadh rúin na beirte o mhaith: fadhb. Níor mhor don cheannaitheoir An Ceart Bealaigh a ghéilleadh. Coinceap atá gar do chroí cráite an DUP: an chéad tri litir ina n-aibítear polaitiúiil: ACB.
Guy Mitchell is not, incidentally, to be confused with Gay Mithcell of Fine Gaol y’are Portloiase fame who as Lord Mayor of Dubln was instrumental in Launching a Selfless Wheeze to Save the Languishing Language of English. . How generous of he: 100,000 squids for …the declining English language due to the inexorable rise of the compulsory CUS words: Compulsory Ulster Scots words.
Ní coir, dála an sceil eile, Guy Mitchel a mheascadh le Gay Mithchel a bhain clú amach le Fine Gaol y’are Portlaoise. Bhi rol larnach aige, le linn a thréimhse mar Ard-Mhéara DUPlin, an gradam Cois Life is saibhre (100,000 euro) ar domhan don úrsceal is fearr ……as Béarla.
Cead Mile Euro chuig úrscéal i dteanga na Barníona le Foinsi Gearmanacha.
(Ní Giolla Rua, no fiú Giolla an Rí é, Gay Mitchell, ach Giolla na Banríona. Fos, ar aon nost.)
- The medieval tower on the extreme right of this view from the Gilleriu Restaurant is the Wignacourt Tower, built by the Grand Knight of that name. It served as a safe house for the fugitive Caravaggio in 1606. His fee was a couple of masterpieces.
Is é an túr meánaoiseach is faide ar dheis sa radharc seo o Phroinnteach an Ghiolla Rua na Túr Wignacourt, a thog an Ridire Mor den ainm sin. D’fhan an teifeach Caravaggio sa teach slán seo i 1606. Bhí air táille dha mháistirshaothar a íoch.
But it is not either of these pictures which concerns us here but rather a picuture (or fillum in DUPspeak) shot there in 1976: ‘Shout at the Devil’ starring Lee Marvin (as Colonel Flynn O Flynn, so good they etc) and Roger Moore (as Sebastian Oldsmith).
Ach ní ceachtar den phictiur sin is cás linn anseo ach pictiúr eile a deineadh ar an láithreán seo in 1976: ‘Scread i dtoin an Diabhail’. Le Lee Marvin (i bpáirt an Choirnéil Floinn O Floinn, chomh maith sin gur etc ) agus Roger Moore (mar Sebastian Mac Gabhann Aosta).
A local middle-aged chap whom I encountered in The Gilleriu a week or so ago landed a job as a ten year old tea-boy on the set. Lee Marvin was particular demanding and had him run off his feet. When at least he sent him along to buy yet another packet ‘of not so crappy cigarettes this tme’ the exhausted boy pleaded an inability. Which landed him a whack across the face from the open palm of Lee Marvin’s right hand.
D’éirigh le fear áitiúil a casadh orm san Gilleriu seachtain no mar sin o shin, post mar bhuachaill tae ar an láithreán a fháil agus é ina bhuachaill deich mbliain d’aois. Chruthaigh Lee Marvin an-dhian agus coimeádadh an buachaill ag rith de shíor anseo agus ansiúd. Ní fada go raibh se traochta. Nuair a d’ordaigh LM do rith chun ‘paicéad níos fearr toitiní leamha’ a cheannach, phléadáil an buachaill go raibh sé ‘leath-,mharbh’. Mar aisíoch fuair sé buille boise trasna o lámh láidir LM.
The stars he saw as he staggered home to his Maltese father were of the wanderin’ variety. The discombobulated Da hurried down to the fillum set. Things ended square when the boy’s father’s left palm proved an equaliser across the rather unlovely right and downright ugly cheek of Lee M.
-He was lucky it was not my mother’s hand – or tongue – he felt.
Dob iad na réalta a chonaic sé agus é ag déanamh a bhealaigh to tuisleach abhaile ná na cinn fánaíochta.. Bhrostaigh an tuismitheoir Maltach suaite síos go dtí láithreán an scannáin. Chríochnaigh cursai corthrom nuair a chruthaigh bos ciotoige cliste an tuiste ina chomhscorálaí ar an grua is lú áille, de chuid Lee Marvin.
-Bhí an t-ádh leis nár fhulaing sé bos mo mháthar – no a teanga.
Turns out his mother was a Ballyshannon woman (half way between both loughs namechecked above). Her son had visited the south Donegal town many times while growing up.in Malta (and had a scar to show beneath his left eye after an impromptu bout with local pugilist Paddy Doherty, whom I once saw box on the undercad of the Muhammad Ali v Al ‘Blue’ Lewis bill in Croker in 1972
Tharla gurb as do Bhéal Átha Seanaigh (leathbhealach idir an dá loch luaite thuas). Thug sé go leor cuairteanna ar an mbaile i ndeisceart Dhun na nGall agus e ag fas anios i Malta (agus bhi rian faoin a shúil ar chlé fos le taispeáint i ndiaidh an troid thobann a bhi aige lá amháin leis an dornálaí áitiúil, Paddy Doherty. Chonaiceas féin PD ag troid ar an fo-chárta ag an babhta idir Muhammad Ali v Al ‘Blue’ Lewis i bPairc an Chrochaigh i 1972.
-T.Á.L. were his parting words to me.
Dob iad T.Á.L. an slán a d’fhag se liom’
The sight of M. E. Macron getting slapped (though not from his former drama teacher) was one of the first items I saw on the news that night.
Dob é an buille boise a fuair M. E. Macron (ach ní ona iar-oide drámaíochta) ceann den chéad mhr a chonaic mé ar an nuacht an tráthnona sin.
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