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Category Archives: General rambling
I love absolutely everything about Scotland – but Braveheart doesn’t do it for me… for very personal reasons. ‘Land o’ the high endeavour Land o’ the shining river land o’ my heart forever Scotland the brave.’ The other day, http://www.journal.ie … Continue reading
We all know it’s a given that Christmas lights won’t work when you finally dig them out of their hiding place… but there’s another Christmas hex to beware of… Anyone who has ever bought into the business of decking the … Continue reading
The Eagles play the O2 Dublin in June 2014. This witchy woman – a fan for 40 years – is ‘worrying ’bout this wasted time’. Something momentous happened today, gentle reader. I’m not saying it was a good thing, but … Continue reading
Just because you pre-date the age of technology doesn’t mean you’re thick or half dead. It’s time they started playing myTune at iTunes. Some years ago, a telly ad for the Financial Regulator featured a bus full of regular passengers … Continue reading
Do you heart or hate St Valentine’s Day? I reckon him with the heart would hate it. Does he, I wonder, have any idea what he unleashed? Is he sitting up there in the communion of saints scratching his head … Continue reading
There’s a price on my head. But I have to check if that price is right or if I’m on special offer. One of these days, I’ll be found in a bruised and lumpy heap in a supermarket aisle. Crazed … Continue reading