My uncle returned from England in his twenties and moved back into his parent’s home. As my mother tells it, his heart had been broken by a woman he fell in love with over the water, so he had come home to lick his wounds. Twenty years later he was still living with his parents, and the scars were still fresh enough to influence the way he lived his life.
To really understand, you just had to be there. To understand how it all came about, now that’s a different animal altogether. I don’t think anyone but Joe himself could tell you what the starting of the thing was, and Joe’s been in his grave these ten years and more come this July.
You will find mention of the current battle of the ditties between the Furlong Family and Richie Kavanagh elsewhere in this issue, but there have been further developments since that piece was written. In a shocking display of prudishness, Radio and television stations in Northern Ireland have refused to give either version air-time.
A war through correspondence has been developing in the letter pages of this magazine over the past three issues. The battle lines have been firmly drawn, and the trenches dug; the smokers and the non-smokers are at each others throats.
Advertising, what’s it all about? Who exactly is it aimed at? Advertising executives live by demographics. To what demographic does this product appeal? Who are we selling to? I think myself that they have their heads up their arses.
Well. We’ve had an interesting year of it, and no mistake. The Divorce Referendum has seen the country show signs of a maturation from the old ways of the local priest dominating his flock mind and spirit to the reality of individuals making informed decisions, while still maintaining a place in their lives for their faith.
Over a year has passed since the cessation of hostilities brought a fragile peace to Northern Ireland, but despite what Sinn Fein would have us believe, the violence has not ceased, merely shifted focus.
Fr. Michael Noonan is a priest, and he is also married with two children. Many people would consider that a contradiction, against the laws of the Church, a sin, and so on. The more logical of these would say that it just isn’t possible for a man to serve two masters, they are either a priest, devoted to their vocation and their flock, or a husband and father, devoted to their wife and children.
Are you one of those people who enjoy roast beef on a Sunday, or fancy a beef burger when you’re in town? Then perhaps you are feeling a little nervous, and maybe you decided not to pop into your favourite fast food joint, or decided that chicken for the Sunday dinner would make a nice change.
I haven’t slept for days, haven’t left the room for hours. It’s been just me and my computer for so long that I don’t even know if the rest of the family still live here. My daily routine has been abandoned to such an extent I’ve lost track of whether its pm or am; what does it matter after all, in this new world without borders. One man’s Greenwich Mean Time is another woman’s Eastern Standard Time.
During 2008 I was given the opportunity to spend a month in India for my then employer, AOL. Myself and a colleague were asked to train team leaders in call centres that worked with our company, one based in Mumbai and the other in Bangalore.
Water is precious. Apart from the simple fact that without water we die, we use water in so many other ways. One can only appreciate the multitude of uses when the supply which we take for granted is withdrawn.
Walked down to the the Bay Lough (Lake) near the Vee in Clonmel, County Tipperary the other day. It's a glacial Corrie lake which quite often catches the sun spectacularly. Because of the steep Corrie wall, contrast between the areas in sunlight and those in shadow is extremely high, which makes photographing the lake difficult.
Along with the research and planning I did before (long before) I left, I also spent some time exploring the world of iPhone apps. I have an iPhone 4, the main advantage being an electronic compass which tells you what direction the iPhone is pointing in.
The journey from Milan to Venice was uneventful. I travelled 2nd class this time because it the journey time was much shorter than from Paris to Milan, a little under three hours this time. It was very overcast and rained most of the way, but the scenery didn't look much to write home about anyway.
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