November 18, 2010
Biffo, with a half readable sign behind him that reads “We’re about inspira..” (inspiration? Should that not read irony, or iron necks or insanity?), speaks in half sentences that add up to no sense at all. (note reporter “you’re talking in riddles”) It’s like a horse race with no fences, no giddy up, no ending, just rolling bland plains and dreary eyes watching in disbelief as the turf keeps on coming.
“My reason, for my position.” (How can he be so singular?! He’s speaking on behalf of a whole nation! Not the distribution of fizzy pop around the kitchen table…)
November 18, 2010
I am starting to believe firmly in the human tonic. That of other people who know and understand a physically distant world of which you speak and who possess an uncanny ability to comfort and reassure one on any number of fronts, incl that one. Thank Christ for them. I’d have been lost since Sunday only for these exquisite individuals.
During the day they come into my life through different mediums, normally sentences, and make the particular hazy hue of the moment transparent and provide the good pain inside the lungs that’s laughter. They’re almost all women. Encore go raibh mile. You know who you are.
November 18, 2010
Emotions are stirred, indeed. Vin B attempting to Address the slither. (go to 13.32) “A time of great shame and despondency” (on self determination) and on and more. “Shameful, humiliating … the sense of arrogance at the root of what caused this crisis shows no sign of abating… ” ” a sense of delusion among the Fianna Fail leadership … they don’t seem to know the gravity of what’s happening..” “We are inviting the IMF in” … “You guys are completely delusional … this is being forced upon us …”
The unbelievable slime from this FF politician, you couldn’t find such in the largest, most over populated, prone to lack of cleaning fish tank! Audacious slime!
Following this, latter days, has almost proved a full time job. Gratitude to my amigos/amigas on the South side there for keeping me abreast and translating.
November 17, 2010
Settling back with a hot port and my knitting to watch Prime Time trying to fathom what is the status of the bail agus out. It’s reminding me of Wimbledon. Is the ball in or out?
Some Euro policy fella just compared the situation to a sinking ship where the captain tethers himself and all the crew to the mast! His final sentence in the ongoing interview ended with the words “existential crisis.”
P’haps port isn’t strong enough for this watching?
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On a weather note, the overnight low will fall to its lowest this season so far on Sat night. -2. Flurries are forecast. This not a first, however, as reported on this hyper weather ruminating blog, there was a previous no show, dirty stop out bunch of flurries.
The gale continued impressively today. There was even the occasional howl off those winds.
November 17, 2010
Crikey .. now they’re really turning things up a notch.
Tmro’s Graun headline…Experts to be parachuted in to finalise Ireland bailout.
I hope they watch where they land, it could be a mighty hole of a ghost estate, or er, on top of the horns of a bullock, ubiquitous dog shite, cig butt, empty Supermacs wrappers pavement decor or head first into a pile of silage. Hopefully they’ll have google maps on it and the good people will assist by waving their repossession orders from the bank skywards…
November 16, 2010
B agus O
In every sense of the word today was a weather event.
Am following matters closely in Ireland over the bailout. The bailout that everyone knows is coming, except the Finance Minister and Biffo. The BBC and the Financial Times were reporting talks as early as Sat night and still the Dail is maintaining a near Masonic silence and secrecy over whether or not they’ve taken place.
Particularly enjoyed the British papers headlines (everyone has the word Ireland emblazoned on front page)
My faves:
EU tells Ireland Take The Bailout. (Judging from my kitchen table it is not in the national characteristic to “do what you’re told” so good luck on that one.)
Ireland on the Brink. (could apply to any average Thursday.)
Ireland isn’t working: Celtic Tiger becomes sick man of Europe.
While the Irish newspapers still lead with the more tranquil
Taoiseach insists Ireland not applying to Europe for bailout.
To which we can only respond, erm how come the rest of the world do not believe him….
Another curious thing is the papers need to catch up with what’s already taken place. They are running these pieces about young people potentially fleeing the country, but we know from the figures people have already left. I’ve never heard so many Irish accents in the area here as in the past six months and this is not a place historically the Irish gravitate to. There aren’t even good flight routes to get here!
To add to the current inventory of woes, it’s -3 overnight in Dublin.
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Here in the Wessst Coast it’s blowing a gale, the greenhouse splitting at the seams as I type. I’ve already had to do aerial moves to rescue a flying sledge and a turbine fishing net. The clouds are extraordinary and the trees, well they’re doing a fair bit of bee-bop out there. Over by the supermarket there was a head banging line of conifers