Patience, shrink of shrinks, is convinced she has the means of performing the oracle. She dislikes what we humans call failure, recorded by distortion. In order to self-motivate I have decided to chronicle ongoing events in a diary which will be more about contemporaneous comment and awry observations on current affairs and miscellaneous memories than a recording of reality on a mundane basis.
I have no idea of what will emerge but as long as it as cynical as hell and reflects my less than perfect perception of matters which matter and don’t matter, so what. For purposes of prudence this diary will be retrospective.


Would that the words of Brendan Kennelly might be my epitaph:

“They gather together to pool their weaknesses,
Persuade themselves that they are strong.
There is no strength like the strength of one
Who will not belong”.


The Prodigal on the Camino 2015

The Prodigal on the Camino 2015
The Prodigal on the Camino 2015

Wednesday, 11 January 2017

November 11th 2015


I think in today’s epistolic effort I might mention a few items of news which have grabbed my attention in the last couple of days. Foremost among these must be the passing of Irish jockey Pat Eddery at the youngish age of 63. When Eddery was at his zenith I remember the other great jockeys of that era. Lester Piggott, probably the greatest of them all, Willie Carson and Steve Cauthen. Irish, English, Scottish and American; between them they ruled the winner’s enclosure for nearly three decades. I also recall some of the great horses of those times among them would be included, Grundy, Dancing Brave, Bustino, El Gran Senor, Golden Fleece and Sadler’s Wells. The stuff of legends.

If you have to choose a means to the absolute end it might be argued that to drink yourself to death is just as agreeable as any other method. Never judge lest ye be judged. This little gem comes from the Gospel according to Saint Matthew (7:1) who also lent his name to our local Catholic Church and school in Ballymahon. The bould Matthew was a Jewish tax collector before he became an evangelistic saint. He is also the patron saint of accountants, bankers, bookkeepers, security guards and tax collectors. A more disreputable hateful shower of bastards you could hardly assemble. This patronage doesn’t do much for his CV. There it is; too many notes!                                          

Brexit; there’s the new by-word for every gobshite politician in our fair green isle. James Bannon was heard to say on local radio that the ‘brisket’ could do a lot of damage to our economy! Larry Goodman wouldn’t be impressed! Kenny is kow-towing to Cameron again and has agreed to discuss the issue with Angela Merkel as soon as can be arranged. I’d say Merkel can’t wait.

In a speech somewhere in London Kenny whimpered “I have also seen how the union could do better. I share the view that we need to look critically at what we do at EU level and how we do it: Ireland will be open and ­pragmatic when it comes to sensible ­proposals to improve the EU”.  Signalling Ireland's support for Britain remaining in the EU, the Taoiseach told the conference that Ireland was the UK's fifth-largest market, with more than £20bn worth of ­British goods and ­services ­exported to Ireland yearly, ­creating an estimated 200,000 jobs in Britain.
 
So now we’re keeping the British economy afloat. In the last five years more than 90,000 Irish people have moved to Britain alone. Where the fuck would Kenny be if they stayed at home? This head of this Government has been elected to the Dáil for 40 years. Sweet Jaysus!

 

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