Week Two of the Programme has drawn to a close. Or finished. I could have just said finished, I suppose. But I went with the idiomatic turn of phrase. Hemingway would have tut-tutted at that. Indeed, he would have tut-tutted at ‘at that’ too, come to think of it. Extraneous material. He’ll probably come back … More Glimmers…
A week of dodging, of sorts. It would have been nice to dodge the infection that has been hanging around for too long now; it’s been an unwelcome house guest that seems to have settled in, put its feet up and is not keen to pack up its things and bugger off. Sore throat, head … More Dodgeball
May has a habit of sneaking up on you. And the sneakiest part is that it manages this trick every year! There are several clues that one of the calendar’s finest months is upon us; the explosion of Cow Parsley in the hedgerows, the longer evenings (together with the intrusive inner monologue of the distance … More “I’m walkin’ here!”
Just a couple of runs to report since the Paddy’s Day half. But of more interest has been the upswing in the weather. True, it is forecast to get cooler again next week, but the trend is positive. Can’t say the same for global politics, but let’s not spoil it, shall we. On Thursday, I … More Blossoms and blooms
I suspect for most of us, we all have our visual markers for the birth of Spring. I am always on the lookout for the first Lesser Celandine, the first Primrose, the first Wood Anemone. But the biggest show-off and harbinger of Spring (you can’t write a piece like this and not use the word … More A black and white Spring tale
IN WHICH THE OLD YEAR IS POSITIVELY LOCKED UP WITH OUR TRADITIONAL COMMUNAL RUN ALONG THE CANAL BANK, THE BAND PERFORM A MUSICAL VERSION OF D-DAY DOWN IN PORTLAOISE, AND THE NEW YEAR STAGGERS IN LIKE A DRUNK UNCLE AT A WEDDING AS IF TO SAY ‘WHAT? YOU THOUGHT THE NEW YEAR WOULD BE DIFFERENT? … More Consider it locked up!
It’s that time of year when time itself gets a little bit nebulous. Most of this comes down to the whole Christmas season when we get stuck into dinners, get-togethers, parties and various other commitments to the point where we genuinely forget what day it is. Indeed, we even begin to lose the basic language … More The Grand Stretch is… complicated!
I WHICH WE, SORT OF, RECAP THE YEAR… WELL, FINISH WARBLING ABOUT THE YEAR MIGHT BE A BETTER WAY OF PUTTING IT… ANYWAY, ON WITH THE SHOW, I SUPPOSE… So what’s with the title, I hear you ask? Well, I’m glad you did. It is, for you Eurovision-lovers, an easy single down to long on. … More What’s Another Year
Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’Into the futureTime keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’Into the future ‘Fly Like an Eagle’Steve Miller Band I seem to be having a lot of those moments lately. I have no doubt the canny Germans have sprinkled a little vorsprung durch technik magic dust onto a few words and bolted together … More Slip slidin’
Voyager 1 was launched on September 5th, 1977. I was nine years old. Today, it is over 15 billion miles away from Earth, moving at 38,000 miles per hour. It operates on 69 KB of memory, using modified Fortran code. It still sends back amazing data to our planet. According to Garmin, my little watch … More Is there anybody out there?
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