Wednesday, December 29, 2010

2011 - It might turn out like this...

January
The year begins in miserable fashion. The country has no money and most of the country has no water. The government ministers who went on holidays sometime in December when the snow started to fall, finally come back and announce to the nation that they have a plan – and it isn’t even a four year plan this time. Instead, they say, it is a simple plan, one that will bring warmer weather and the prospect of jobs again. “Let’s all move to Australia!”
Meanwhile in Donegal a postman is predicting that we can expect weather for all of the rest of the year. “Oh, without a doubt, there will be days when it rains, or it might be windy and if the sun comes out in the morning over the hills there could be some sunny days too. That said, in the winter months it might get cold and if the leaves fall off the trees then there is a chance there might be some frost or even snow.”
This sends the NRA into a panic and they announce that they will fly to Egypt in November or early December to order salt. Their flight takes them over the Carrickfergus Salt Mines in County Antrim that produces 500,000 tonnes of de-icing salt every year!

February
There is uproar in February when the government announces its intention to buy anything up to a dozen new banks. It later emerges the banks are piggy banks to be used for retiring ministers to hoard away their ministerial pensions.
There is great excitement in the Department of Finance when news filters through that trainee miners on a government training scheme have discovered diamonds in Donegal and plans are being hurriedly drawn up to sell the mining rights when it emerges the diamonds in question in Donegal Town, Raphoe and Carndonagh – are not diamonds at all but triangles! The trainees are told they won’t get any certificates. Nobody can see the point in triangles.

March
Election fever sweeps the country as the candidates go in search of a cushy job with a huge salary and great pension prospects.  The IMF insist that all names appear on the ballot paper in German and French as well as in English and Irish and the reverse of the ballot papers will carry details of the week’s specials at Lidl and Aldi.
Meanwhile angry voters tackle candidates about the state of the economy, the high unemployment rate, the bank bailouts and about the state of the roads. Many candidates promise that they will look into the potholes.

April
The country gets set for the future under a new coalition government of Fine Gael, Labour, Sinn Féin and a handful of independents leaving the three Fianna Fail TDs and a few independents on the opposition benches. There is much weeping and grinding of teeth in the Kerry parishes who had not yet received their new pumps.
But all is not well in the corridors of power either and a row of volcanic proportions is about to erupt over the selection of new Taoiseach. The chairman of the first meeting of the new coalition asks – “Who wants to be Taoiseach then?” and brings a whole lot of ‘lamha suas.’ Eventually a new Taoiseach is elected but a major cloud lingers over the new government for weeks.

May
New Taoiseach Deputy Adams announces that the government will re-introduce the trainee mining scheme in the hope that Ireland can find some gold, oil, diamonds, platinum…anything that might make a few quid for the country and allow the government to send the IMF boys packing.
“Failing that we might see if there is anything left in the Pension Reserve Fund or we might even have a look around to see if there are any oul gold yokes lying around in the National Museum that we can post away to those cash for gold boys.”

June
Ireland’s reliance on oil is drawn into sharp focus when the global oil markets go crazy and petrol, diesel and home heating oil prices rocket. This leads many to begin the search for alternative fuels and thousands across the country head back to the bog to dig their own turf. However this causes a huge run on the turf banks and fears are expressed that if the government does not intervene to bail out the banks, people might be left with ‘sod all.’
In an effort to boost job numbers, the government also announces it is to tackle the scourge of empty ghost estates across the country by simply knocking them all down. They hope to create thousands of jobs and raise some spirits under the 'Ghostbusters scheme.'

July
A spokesperson for the NRA says that they have already begun planning ahead for the winter and while their salt order is on its way by ship and expected within a month or six, they can confirm that they have secured 100,000 tonnes of pepper at a knock-down price.
“It’s a great deal and not one to be sneezed at,” the spokesman insists. “Our aim this winter is to keep the country’s primary routes clear of snow. Snot going to be a repeat of last year.”
Meanwhile after two weeks of sunshine, councils across the country announce that they will have to ration water due to shortages.
“Our system isn’t designed to cope with hot weather, or umm, cold weather. However we have been carrying out some investigations and it turns out that many of the pipes we have been using were manufactured in a former green grocers. We think that’s how some of the leeks got into them!”

August
Nothing ever happens in Ireland in August, sure doesn’t the whole place close down. No schools, or courts and the politicians are all off as well.
But it’s different in 2011 because the country is gripped by an unfolding story after it emerges that 28 members of the government have been trapped in one of the mines dug by the trainees searching for rubies in a mountain of rocks.
As the drama unfolds it emerges that the politicians were not trapped by some accident but that one of the trainees has deliberately closed the mine shaft on them.
“They’ve been shafting us for years, I wanted them to feel what it’s like being shafted,” he said.
A full twenty minutes go by before the door is opened and the politicians emerge one by one in a bubble saying that they understand what people are going through and they have everything moving in the right direction for the good of the country. One was also overheard to say – ‘It was chilly down there.”

September
The new government proves to be every bit as controversial as the old one when the new Minister for Education, (one of the independent TDs elected, all round know-it-all and owner of the new government jet) announces a new schoolbag tax.
Any schoolbags not booked online with the school will be subject to a €5 tax at the school gate, while students who book their bags in online will only have to pay €3.
The plan fails miserably though when it is discovered that most schools have computer systems that pre-date the internet and are not in a position to deal with online booking. (Oh yeah, plus their unions wouldn’t allow the teachers to take the bookings anyway even if they had good computers!)

October
Tension grows between the coalition partners as the country struggles to dig its way out of recession and the public continues to vent its anger by ringing radio talk shows.
In a cunning plan, they decide not to repeat the cheese fiasco of the previous government and announce instead free gobstoppers for all for the month of October.
“Ha, that’ll shut them up for a while,” one Minister is overheard to say.
Meanwhile it emerges that even though a huge chunk of the money borrowed from the IMF has already been spent, some of the banks are looking for more.
The news is leaked on Twitter and a new wave of concern about Ireland’s finances begins to circulate. The Minister for Finance and the Taoiseach come on tv to say everything will be grand at least til the next summer, or until those trainees finally find something in one of those mines – whichever comes sooner.

November
Even though the government had been forced into an embarrassing climb-down on the school bag tax, students take to the streets in November because, well because they hadn’t taken to the streets any other month of this year so far.
The Minister for Education meanwhile unveils a new scheme to turn Terminal 2 at Dublin Airport into a new  ‘low fees’ university. “If this country is going to take off again, this will be the place it’ll take off from,” he insists. Opposition TDS blast the plan as a white elephant.
IMF officials arrive in Dublin to check on the country’s books and are reported to be less than impressed with what they see.
“Some of them haven’t even been covered in old wallpaper yet!”

December
The government’s popularity hits a new low and when several Ministers arrive together in a show of unity at the opening of an envelope, they are attacked by angry paint-throwing councillors. (Some of the paint thrown seems to be expensive silk emulsion and later raises questions about expenses to local public representatives.) Lazy copy-writers roll out all the old ‘Rainbow coalition’ clichés in the headlines the next day.
Snow begins to fall in Galway, Donegal, Longford, Carlow, Wexford and Limerick. Nobody gives a shit. Then as the first flakes fall in Dublin all hell breaks loose and the NRA announces that their new snow emergency plan is on a ship on its way from Egypt along with the salt they have ordered.
A postman from Donegal tells people he had predicted that there would be snow. People believe him.
Tension erupts again when some of the coalition partners forget to send Christmas cards to each other. Saying they were making a donation to charity instead does not resolve the situation and the Taoiseach announces that the government will be dissolved and an election called for March or April the following year.
Two days later the trainee miners strike a rich seam of gold deposits.
Papers end the year by running with – ‘Gold at the end of the rainbow’ headlines.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

A selection of letters to Santa

Dear Santa,

I know I am not really supposed to be asking for one big thing any more at my age, but I was just wondering if there would be any chance at all for me to get an overall majority come the end of March? Please!

Yours beggingly, Brian C

P.S. – I was going to leave you out a wee tipple but then sure I remembered I have no radio interviews on Christmas morning so it’s all mine. But if I’m on medication for a cold then I won’t touch it. Honest.

*****

Dear Santy,

What can I say to you but this, I heard youse are all worried about this oul global warming and shtuff and all the polar caps melting and all that. Well shure I was just wondering if you’d consider bringing the whole plant and moving it all to Kerry. And if you could get one of my youngshters on the board, sure aren’t we the very people who know all about the caps! And you never know begod I might even be able to get you an oul grant for setting up. It was just a thought because I have me own personal Santy here anyways until March. Maybe if you want to bring me something, sure you could bring me the balance of power again for next time. There’s more potholes to be filled you know.

Jackie

*******

Dear Santa,
Just a wee note to ask you to come ahead to Ireland on December 24th as we had agreed in our previous meetings. I had indicated to the people of Ireland that there was no need for you to be coming this year and we had enough toys to do us til the summer at least, but sure we both knew that was just stalling for time to ensure you got all the orders in from across Europe. By the way when you are coming, any chance you could bring me a new calculator or at least batteries for my old one? Seems like my own is busted cos I’ve been getting all my sums wrong all year.

Cheers, Brian L

*******

Santa baby,
(See how I opened the letter in a really cool way, that shows I have charisma doesn’t it, huh, huh, doesn’t it, huh!)

This year I’d like for you to make me the boss, even if it means I have to borrow your mode of transport so I can slay Fianna Fail at the polls.
(Omigod, did you get that funny there, I totally do have a sense of humour and great personality too, don’t I huh, huh, don’t I huh!)

Thank you
Enda

*******

DEAR SANTA,

THIS YEAR I WOULD LIKE SOMETHING TO IMPROVE MY VOICE. IF YOU HAVE ONE OF THOSE SQUEAKY THINGS YOU PUT IN TOYS LYING AROUND YOUR WORKSHOP THAT WOULD DO THE TRICK.

THANKS FROM JOAN

*******

Dear Santa,

You probably heard that I’m getting out of this politics game in the new year after which I might just lie around and get…, well I might just lie around and relax for a while.
All I’d really want from you is to make sure I don’t get sick, or at least if I do that it’s not when I’m in Ireland. Could you imagine any of the poor sods who have to put up with the system we have here!
Oh yeah, a couple of tickets for the Superbowl would be cool too.

Yours sincerely, Mary H

*******

Daidí Na Nollaig, Mo Chara

Santa, my friend,

I was wondering if there was any chance at all you could bring me a pair of dark sunglasses. I have only been a few weeks in this game and the spotlight on me has been fierce altogether.
And no, I don’t already have a pair.

Pearse

*******

Santa,

F**K your sleigh and reindeer, I’ve a horse outside!

Rubberbandit.


*******

Friday, December 10, 2010

Diary of a Snow Captive

Saturday November 27th
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Yay! I woke up this morning and the whole place was covered in snow. Finally something to cheer about. I mean it’s a few weeks til Christmas now and at last we begin to see some Christmassy weather. I can’t wait to go outside and walk in the fresh snow and take pictures and make a snowman. Yipee.

Sunday November 28th
Still snowing today and there is a heavy fog as well this morning, which makes me think that this lovely winter whiteness won’t be blasted away by the sun today. Going to light the fire, sit in and watch movies and look out at the beautiful snow-covered hills in the distance. Glad I don’t have to take the car out today.

Monday November 29th
Absolutely freezing still. Temperatures must have dropped to like minus a bazillion overnight. The kids in the area are going to love this cos I expect a whole clatter of school closures today. A heck a lot of people might not make it in to work. I know I won’t, car frozen in. Fun times

Tuesday November 30th
Went for a walk today in the snow. Saw lots of snowmen and kids outside playing. You have to love it. Might have to go work tomorrow though, better try get the snow off the car and then cover it up again to save me time in the morning. Hope the gritters are out. I feel sorry for those poor gritter workers having to go out in weather like this.

Wednesday December 1st
The start of Christmas month and everything is still picture-postcard white. Discovered that the piece of carpet I covered the windscreen with has frozen to the glass. Ah well, a good excuse to take another day off. Apparently the snow is much worse in Dublin than anywhere else. It is not only white, it’s cold as well and it keeps falling. Hasn’t snowed here in ages but it’s still freezing and apparently the roads are slippery enough to keep some of the schools closed. Heard on the radio they are going to start rationing the water, but I’d say that’ll not last long. It’s great to hear all the children outside playing in the snow.

Thursday December 2nd, Friday December 3rd
It looks like the thaw is starting. Some schools are opening again. Must try to start the car again today. Plenty of snow still around.

Saturday December 4th
Freezing again. Black ice this time. This is getting a bit annoying now. Heard a couple of gritters went off the road today. Now that is ironic, the stupid eejits. Glad I didn’t have to go out too early because when I did go out I slipped and fell on my mouth and nose. Thankfully I had salted my driveway so it didn’t taste too bad.

Sunday December 5th
Ah, come off it, more snow on top of the ice. Can’t get out to get my Christmas shopping done. Heard the gritters didn’t come out til after 8am. What kinda country do we live in that lets a few wee flakes of snow grind everything to a halt?

Monday December 6th
Right snow, would you ever just F*** Off. Can’t believe four more inches fell today and we’re back to square one. Those annoying wee shites out throwing snowballs and making snowmen are doing my head in at this stage. Can’t even make a cup of tea cos the council has the water turned off and where the *$@! are the gritters and the snowploughs?

Tuesday December 7th
Budget day. I hope the Minister puts a tax on all snow clouds moving into Irish airspace. Serious cabin fever setting in now. This weather is depressing me.

Wednesday December 8th
More fricking ice. When is this ever going to end? Ok so it clears a bit when the sun comes up but some roads are still lethal and the country hasn’t enough salt. What a joke, how the hell did they not learn from last year? Glad there are Coronation Street specials on all week or I’d go mad!

Thursday December 9th
Yay! At long last it looks as if there is a proper thaw setting in, I can see some grass on the lawn outside. That slush is horrible though, so dirty and mucky, hope it clears soon. The wee horrible gits are all back at school though, thank goodness.

Friday December 10th
Looks like that’s that then with the bad weather. Feeling more cheerful today, might even put up the tree and the decorations.
Time for some Christmas music I think…umm, yes, this’ll do…. “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…”

Saturday, December 4, 2010

My News


My News
Today is Saturday. It was a cold day. There was a lot of ice on the roads this morning but then the sun came out and it was not as icy any more. And then it got darker and then there was more ice and it was cold again. I didn't care though cos I was inside then and the fire was lit and I watched tv and wrote my news on my puter and I was warm.

And in other news...

Chill time
Investigations are said to be ongoing this weekend following the shocking news that some schools in the country actually opened last week, even though there had been snowfall.
Baffled officials at the Department of Education are understood to have expressed their astonishment at the news and are believed to be furious that not every school availed of the option of snow days.
“There is a school of thought that says places of education should not open when it snows for safety reasons, or something like that. We’re not exactly 100% sure because when we tried to find out we discovered that the school of thought will be closed until Monday at least,” the spokesperson said.

Slush fund…
Media analysts have been working behind the scenes all weekend to try and determine if Sean O’Neill of the National Roads Authority had just re-hashed the speech given to the nation a few weeks earlier by Taoiseach Brian Cowen.
Mr. O’Neill moved to assure the people of Ireland that the NRA – who are responsible for gritting the country’s main roads – have enough salt stocks to last for at least another ten days.
However his comments bore an uncanny resemblance to the ‘we have enough cash to last til next summer’ speech and the fear now is that if the bad weather continues Ireland will have to apply to the EU for access to some kind of a slush fund!

Water we at?
Donegal County Council officials have indicated this week that they have had to introduce rationing in some parts of the county after the freezing conditions led to a huge upsurge in the use of water. While it is feared that the increased usage may be down to leaks in the system, they also say it’s possible that it is just because there were so many bus drivers, teachers, students and others, all sitting at home making cups of tea all day.
“If people would stop making so much tea, then they wouldn’t need to take a leak as often and that would help a lot,” a council spokesman said.

Breaking news
This just in…the drastic upsurge in water usage in Donegal has been blamed on Wikileaks.
“Well, why not,” said a spokesman, “they were getting blamed for everything else over the past few weeks.”

And finally…The Weather

After a week of snow and frost and ice, forecasters are predicting that there could be a complete turnaround in the weather this week.
So that’ll be ice, and frost and snow then…

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Things I learned this week

Just because somebody says they didn't do something, doesn't mean they haven't done it.

Just because they said they did it doesn't mean they did either.

That saying about early to bed, early to rise, makes man healthy, wealthy and wise ... is a myth.

If you watch live football on the internet the picture will always freeze just before a goal.

Cd cases are very handy for cleaning snow off the car window.

You should really take the cd out before you do that.

Getting a cd wet can affect it!

Home made soup is hard to beat.

In some households you might be prevented from having soup until you have lit the fire.

It can be hard to light a fire without firelighters.

But it's not impossible.

When you don't have firelighters and you use paper and old milk cartons, you will definitely go through more matches than you'd anticipated.

At least one match will break.

If you try to light that broken match, there is a good chance that you will burn your finger.

Most people will suck their finger if they burn it.

Even if they already have soot on it.

Adults seem to like the Late Late toy show as much as children.

Perhaps even more!

Ironic as it might seem, some people will still buy monopoly for their children this year.

It might be even more ironic to think on the reasons why some people can't afford to buy monopoly this year!

When I haven't written a blog, I usually write one on things I have learned.

These are often harder to write!

But not impossible...

Friday, November 19, 2010

‘Twas the Month Before Christmas

‘Twas the month before Christmas, and all through the land,
The Taoiseach on tv said, “sure everything’s grand;”

We have enough cash in the pot til next summer,
We don’t need any help that would be a bummer.

But the people just still couldn’t sleep in their beds,
As visions of bankers danced all round their heads;

Yet Brian and his cohorts settled down for a nap,
Thinking it was still grand to spin out the same crap;

But out there in Brussels there arose such a din,
“It’s time now said Europe to reel those boys in.”

“If they feck up our euro it’ll be a disaster,
we’d better go show them just who is the master.”

So the talks they began, but were kept under wraps
And our Ministers continued to say ‘no collapse.’

So night after night on such shows as the news,
Ministers came out and they tried to confuse.

On Frontline, on Primetime, on Six One and more
There’s no bail out they said, sometimes starting to roar;

We might need a loan, but sure that’s not the same,
So please don’t say ‘bail out’ and use the right name.

And of course we said might, doesn’t mean that we do,
We’re just planning ahead, they said in their spew;

And the ordinary people, afraid and bemused
Watch from their homes bewildered, confused;

Then what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But the EU Commissioner – old Olli Rehn, dear;

“He’s just here for a chat, we don’t need his oul help,”
The boys spun the same line again with a yelp;

But over in Brussels, they had hatched up a scheme,
And to a man they agreed they’d just send their own team;

So in business attire from his head to his foot,
Came the IMF chap with his sack full of loot;

A bundle of orders he flung from his sack
And said ‘I’m now in charge, youse boys all stand back,’

“The Germans and French want this crisis to quell,
Oh and remember the British? You have them back as well!”

And still on tv our leaders were brazen
“No we are not ashamed, we don’t have a reason;”

“And sure haven’t we said all along we’ve a plan,
it’s to hang on in power as long as we can.”

“There’s great pay and expenses and lovely big cars,
free flights and late nights and booze and cigars.”

“We make hard decisions, sure aren’t we great men,
and the people, well surely they all won’t mind payin’”

“They can pay and can pay and can pay on for years,
what odds if it causes some hardship and tears?”

“We’re all off to the airport to open the gate,
we’ll sit back and relax and leave all to its fate”

Then we heard them exclaim as they drove out of sight,
Happy Christmas to all – we’re still not contrite! 

Friday, November 12, 2010

It’s the economy, stoopid

I was going to just cancel the blog this week, but now in keeping with the general trend of the news, and largely because I couldn’t think of anything else to write I have decided to write about the state of the economy.
I know, I know, everybody’s fed up with this and everybody has heard and read enough about it all, but still…
Okay, I have to admit right now that I’m not really qualified to write about the economy and I am not all that well versed when it comes to understanding the ins and outs of all this economic jargon, but, let’s boil it down to this - it all seems pretty scary.
All this stuff about bonds and rates and percentages and balance of trade surpluses and deficits, hard currency, soft currency, liquid assets and equity, the list goes on and on and it’s all very confusing.
I don’t know a lot of this stuff, like for instance what a tracker mortgage is and maybe I’m just being a tad simplistic here, but until recently my understanding of how things worked was something like this.
If I spend a euro, then somebody somewhere makes a euro, or at least part of a euro. I get what I wanted for my money, whoever made and sold that item got something for it and we’re all happy.
And if I didn’t want to spend my euro I could go along to my bank, put the euro into my bank and the bank - a great guardian of money - would keep it safe for me until I wanted it back.
Umm, unless the bank goes bust that is.
Yep folks, here we all were putting money into banks and then, POP, banks go bust all over the place quicker than a bag of balloons in a hawthorn bush.
But now what I want to know is how did this all happen?
I mean if the banks don’t have our money and the governments don’t have any, who the hell has it?
Surely all of our efforts should be put combined to try and find whoever it is that is taking all of the money and wrecking all of the economies.
Unless of course nobody has really taken it and it has all just been sucked into a big black hole in outer space where it will swirl around for all eternity with all the odd socks.
That does remain a possibility, except for the bit about it swirling around in outer space (I think).
I mean isn’t it all just numbers on some computer screen somewhere? I’m pretty sure the actual cash doesn’t disappear in an instant (I really do think that only happens in cartoons), so the money has to go somewhere.
But, where? That is the question!
Well according to my e.mail spam folder there seems to be quite a lot of retired generals or retired generals wives out there with big wads of cash, maybe they have it all. How they got it is anybody’s guess, perhaps they were able to retrieve some of the Anglo passwords when nobody else could.
Wherever it is, the money seems to be gone, yet the funny thing is, from what I can make out, one of the ways we are supposed to help is to, umm, spend more money.
A while back we were all supposed to tighten our belts but now I think the message is - if we haven’t got a belt, we’re supposed to go out to the local shop and spend money buying a belt.
But what happens if you haven’t got a belt and you haven’t got the money to buy a belt? Personally I wouldn’t worry too much about it.
Everybody knows you can’t take britches off a bare ass!

Friday, November 5, 2010

The thin edge of the wedge…

Hey folks, no need to be depressed anymore about the cold dark days of winter, the country’s impending budget of doom or the fact that you might be struggling to pay your bills because our trusted leaders have a plan to make things great again.
Umm, sorry, I meant it’s more like they have a plan to make things ‘grate’ again.
Yep, as people up and down the country brace themselves for the worst budget ever, as hundreds of thousands are out of work and most people struggle to survive from week to week, the government’s great plan is to hand out cheese!
Yep, you’ve read that right folks – CHEESE.
Now forgive me for struggling with this concept, but isn’t this the same government who bailed out the banks to the tunes of billions of euro.
You know the banks, the ones who are in a large part responsible for putting the country in the mess we’re now in.
The boys who continued even after the bail-outs to give themselves big bonuses cos that’s what is expected in the banking industry.
Yep, those banks get billions of euros, and the people who lose their jobs in the fall-out as the economy crashed and are struggling now to pay any of their bills – will get cheese!
Now don’t get me wrong, I like cheese. In terms of the stuff you can make with milk it’s right up there among my favourite things with butter and chocolate, but seriously folks, is this the best the government can offer.
I can just imagine them all sitting around the tables last week planning their budget strategy when somebody suggests that they will need to offer ‘some crumbs of comfort.’
And of course, now that all the dough’s been used up, they have no bread crumbs to offer.
And so we get cheese.
The announcement was made by the Minister for Agriculture Brendan Smith and he seemed to suggest that the cheese would be available for distribution within a fortnight to ‘people in need.’
This, of course could be a problem, unless the government has planned ahead and actually defined what a ‘person in need’ actually is.
Definitions though, have not been a strong point for this group of politicians.
Remember a few years ago when we were being warned of a possible economic meltdown and their response was a kinda – ‘define economic meltdown for us. No, you’re exaggerating, we’re grand here. Now don’t youse be scaremongering.”
And then of course they struggled with that whole ‘reasonable time’ thingy regarding the election in Donegal South West.
Still, if this cheese is coming off the EU’s cheese mountain (I think those food mountain places would be a great tourist attraction, we should ask the EU if we could have them here on a 6-month stint like the Presidency) then I expect that the EU might have all sorts of mumbo-jumbo red-tape and forms to fill out before the cheese is handed over.
They might even have particular specifications like their farming grants.
“Vat’s siz you say, you do not ave a thatched roof? Vell then, you do not qualify for ze cottage cheese hand-out.”
We will have to wait and see how the whole thing works out, but in the meantime I guess we’re all supposed to be happy.
Apparently after this, things might be on the up churn…

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Counting sleeps

Strange as it might seem for somebody who writes stuff like this, but I do get bothered at times by things that just doesn’t make sense.

Which is why a new trend I’ve noticed over the past while has really started to bug the hell out of me.

It’s a new measurement of time called – a sleep.

And here’s the thing, while half the time I think I could be a mathematician, the other two thirds of the time I’m pretty certain that I wouldn’t really be cut out for it.

Especially when there are all sorts of new measurements to have to deal with, like umm, a sleep.

If you have reached this point and are a bit lost, don’t worry cos this is a normal enough reaction to my writing and it usually wears off in around six months or so.

Oh yeah, back to the whole sleep thing. You might have noticed that people have been measuring time using the word sleep in recent times (or should that be in recent sleeps, I just don’t know any more).

You know the kind of thing – “five sleeps ‘til my birthday,” “sixty nine sleeps ‘til Christmas,” all that jazz.

But it doesn’t make any sense, because - and here’s the science bit as they used to say in the adverts – people have different sleeping patterns.

And no folks I’m not talking about what’s on their duvet covers, I’m talking about the amount of time (or should that be sleeps) they spend sleeping!

Okay let’s just run with the person who gets up at 7am every day, goes to bed at 11.30pm every night and sleeps soundly for the rest of the hours but only those hours. A person like that might be justified in counting their time in terms of sleeps.

Why they would want to do that when there are perfectly good terms like day and night around, I just dunno. I mean these are terms that have stood the test of time, people know what they mean and they don’t mean something that they are not.

If somebody told you they would be away for a day, you kinda knew how long they would be gone for. If they tell you they are away for a sleep. Well now folks, come on, how are we to know?

I mean what counts as a sleep? What about the person who sits down in the evening with the tv on and with the fire blazing and wakes two hours later with a big slobber mark on the side of the sofa cushion? Did they sleep? Sure they did. Does it count? Umm, I dunno.

I mean some thought has been put into the day and night thing and we have seconds and minutes and hours and stuff. But if you have a nap for fifteen minutes in an afternoon where does that fall into play in the whole sleep thing?

Even thinking about it now has started to hurt my head.

I think I’ll go lie down and have a wee day to myself.

I’ll be gone for at least a sleep.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Now I’m a Twit as well

I am now a Twit. Or I think maybe that should be I now Tweet.

Man, I can’t really get used to all this new fangled technology talk – anyway I’ve joined Twitter.

To be honest, I’ve been aware of Twitter for quite some time now, and yet because I had somehow found myself sucked into the whole Facebook thingy that has swept across the country, I had convinced myself that I didn’t need to be on Twitter too.

I mean, come on now, it’s just some kinda big teletext machine with people putting all kinds of random stuff up that is mostly of no interest whatsoever.

And then I went to a talk by Ireland’s top blogger Damien Mulley last week and suddenly found myself thinking on my way back in the car – umm, random nonsense eh, that Twitter thing might right up my street after all.

But there was a snag.

I have, in the past, been known to ramble a while before finally getting to my point – all in the best interests of building up suspense and getting in as many bad puns as I possibly could of course.

But Twitter will stand for no such messing about and beatin’ about the bush.

No. Twitter gives you 140 characters and if you can’t get your nonsense, umm, I mean message, across in that, well tough.

And yet, I joined.

I sat at the computer for half an hour or twenty minutes or whatever and got the whole shebang set up.

And then I realised I knew nobody on Twitter. I mean when I joined Facebook somebody suggested I join, so it was a bit like going to a wake or a party or something. As long as you knew you weren’t going on your own, it was never so bad.

But here I was, without even a Mass Card tucked under me arm or anything, stepping bravely into the whole Twitter world thingy and not knowin a bein’ in the place.

And after that I had to think on something to write. I mean anything, something cool and funny and interesting. Something that would say to these people on Twitter already that I was here now and they all should be delighted.

But all I could think on was - Now to embrace this whole Twitter thingmebob.

It was probably the Twitter equivalent of the old ‘do you come here often’ chat-up line, and I desperately sought a delete, undo, take back button and couldn’t find one.

But hey, at least sitting behind the screen you don’t see the thousands cringing at your stupidity, so as soon as you can think of something else stupid to say, you can go ahead and post it right up there.

So long as you can manage to keep it all within that magic number of 140 characters that is.

And to be honest, I think that might be a bit of a problem for me.

You see, I never really mastered the art of short text messages because I like to use real words when I write.

And because I do, I send most of my texts from my computer where, if I have to use a madey up word, I like it to be one I madey uppy myself, not some kinda weird combination of letters and numbers.

You know the stuff – gr8 and B4 and all the stuff you see in text messages.

And with all that in mind, I’m really not sure how this whole Twitter thing will work out for me.

And yet, at least it did manage to kick start me back on the blogging trail again, thanks to a perfect Twitter post from one of my girls who watched me struggle with the whole character count thing.

“Well, if you can't get your nonsense to fit into 140 characters it's about time you re-started your stoopid blog again. You big Twit!”

Umm, you know, I think she had a point...

(After a good old break I hope to post here now once a week) - Liam

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Pumping iron…

I’ve never liked ironing. I don’t know why that is, or, come to think of it, why, if that is the case, that I ever have to do it now.

But I do. Here’s the thing you see, apparently despite all the great strides we’ve made in society these days like not being able to call the postman the postman any more in case we’re perceived to be sexist or something, we still can’t go outside with wrinkly trousers. Hence the ironing.

By the way I still call the postman, the postman, although usually I just call him Dan.

Unless of course the postman happens to be a woman. Then I’d call her Debbie or Mary or whatever her name is.

Oh yeah, she'd be a postwoman too of course.

But all that is an aside to this conundrum of ironing.

I’m not sure why I dislike ironing so much, I think that perhaps secretly I’m always afraid that the phone might ring.

If you need a second to think about that, take a pause now - but as a hint remember the old joke about the guy who burned his ear listening to the match.

So moving swiftly along. Ironing then. I mean folks, seriously is there any logic to it at all?

When I was growing up my mother used to spend hours upon hours on her feet ironing shirts and trousers and, well everything really.

And I’m pretty sure than most other mothers around did the same. There were days you could smell the starch in the air from half a mile away.

Those were usually after good drying days, something I think will be making a return to many parts now.

For ten years or so I don’t think anybody knew what a good drying day was. Every day was a good drying day because, well everything was thrown in the dryer and sure what the hell, it only cost a few pence.

And sure what odds if it shrunk the jumper into something you’d have to put on a teddy bear, sure wasn’t the jumper only ten euro and couldn’t we drive down and buy two more tomorrow.

Fancy dancy garden designers were rooting up clothes lines like they were the biggest weeds they’d ever seen in anybody’s garden and sure nobody seemed to mind at all.

Not like when I was wee and the line used to be packed with trousers and sheets and socks and nearly every week a full football rig – whenever there was a good drying day.

There was a kind logic to it all really when you think of it. Wash the clothes on the day you know they could be dried. But the ironing afterwards thing always kinda baffled me.

It was grand if you were ironing something to put on right away, but I could never see the logic in ironing something that was going to be folded and put away in a cupboard.

I mean, as soon as you folded it you were going to ensure that it would need ironed again. It didn’t tally in with all the carefully thought out strategy of washing and drying.

In fact there was a time when I was younger and used to watch things like the futuristic ‘Space 1999’ that I thought it would be kinda cool in the future because all the clothes would be those jump suity things that I was pretty sure were made from stuff you couldn’t iron. (Well you could but they would stick to the iron, trust me on this I know!)

Instead we’ve gone way past 1999 and people are still nipping their fingers on crotchety old ironing boards and standing around and ironing clothes that they then fold and put into a cupboard.

But always fearful of that phone ringing, my ironing skills are only ever now used on something that will be imminently worn.

It’s not a policy that has drawn widespread approval.

“If you do that the clean laundry pile just increases,” I was told.

To which I replied – ‘Yep, and in creases is the way it’ll stay too!”

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

The very thought of it pierces through me...

You know I’ve never really quite got the whole piercing thing. You know the sticking bits of metal into bits of your body – deliberately.

I guess there are some who like to do it to shock people or, well to be honest I don’t really know why, but I know that it never appealed to me.

Not that I’m against it per say, I think people are quite entitled to if that’s their thing, but I never really liked pain all that much and anything that would involve pain being inflicted on me, however short that period of time might be, is something that I try to avoid at all costs.

That’s why for instance blood tests and needles and stuff are not exactly high up on my list of things that I like either and it’s not cos I can’t stand the sight of blood or anything.

I have been unfortunate enough to have to have taken some such tests in the past and while I’m pretty certain I build up the extent of the pain much more in my head than it ever actually turns out to be, it’s still not a thing that I have ever looked forward to with any kind of comforting thought.

Which leads me to wonder why anybody would want somebody to come along and deliberately shoot a hole in their body so they could then fill that hole with a piece of metal that quite often festers into a horrible gooey mess.

And the thing is piercing seems to have gone up a notch or seven since the time when I was growing up and only girls and really tough blokes had their ears pierced.

Of course the really tough blokes didn’t have both ears pierced, they usually had one ear pierced and even then only ever as far as I recall wore a wee gold stud ear-ring.

Unless they were a pirate of course and then they could wear some hind of a hoopy thing, but there were never too many pirates around when I was growing up apart from the odd boy in the eighties who might have sold a dodgy video tape or two.

But anyways by and large it was just the tough guys and the girls who had ear rings. I wasn’t a tough guy and I have never had an ear-ring but I do have eight sisters, about half a million nieces and girl cousins and now two daughters, so over the years I have seen the pain a festering ear ring can cause.

With that in mind I could never even begin to contemplate some of the piercings that seem to be all the rage these days and the pain that they could bring to areas that should never have to be bathed with antiseptic.

And all this came to mind when I saw a guy in a shopping centre in Dublin today with a huge amount of piercings and a tee shirt that said ‘I can’t go through the day without shocking at least one stranger.’

I guess some people might have been shocked, he did after all look as if he had tripped and fallen head first into a box of fishing tackle, but it just caused me to wonder how much pain he had to through to get to look like he did.

And that was before I began to think about the hassles involved – for instance could you imagine getting caught in the queue at the airport screening machine behind somebody like him?

Beep….Beep….beep. “Oh sorry, I thought I had them all, umm you might want to look away for a minute while I umm, ah, umm, ah ok I think I have it….hope that’s the last of them.”

I have always thought it was a pain that I have to take off my shoes and belt going through those machines, but how much of a pain must it be for a guy with so many piercings….and that’s even before any of them begin to fester!

Monday, January 25, 2010

One to sleep on...if you can!

You know the thing about insomnia is – you can’t bloody well sleep it off! Or is it the one real thing that you can sleep off? I’ve never really been sure about that, though I tend to lean with the first one.
I mean if it’s a condition whereby you can’t sleep…how can you sleep it off?
Sleep is a puzzling thing. I know there are all sorts of statistics about it – things for instance that tell us how many years of our lives we sleep away, but the thing I’ve always wondered about is sleeping patterns.
No, I don’t mean the latest duvet designs – I’m talking about the hours we each sleep and the things that affect us sleeping.
An old teacher I one had at school used to say he’d always been told it was ‘seven hours for a woman, eight hours for a man and ten or more for a pig!’
I always wondered where nine came into the equation, but was always too scared to ask him.
Of course these words of wisdom were directed at the time to myself and my classmates who were in our teenage years – since it was assumed that we’d spend half our time in our beds if we got the chance.
We might well have too, but you know on reflection I’m not sure if there’s much wrong with that sleeping pattern anyway, well at least in comparison to any other.
I mean if you think about it, when you are a little kid you might catch wee cat naps during the day but be roaring your head off all through the night.
A bit bigger and while you sleep a bit longer at night time – you still beat the sun up (and that means so do your parents).
A few years follow when it seems everything might slip into the ‘correct’ sleeping pattern but they soon slip into those lazy teenager years of long sleep ins at every opportunity.
And then not many years after that you could well find the whole cycle starting again if you happen to have small kids of your own and find that you are pacing the floor with them as they roar the house down, and then later discovering the joys of early morning television!
By the time they become teenagers you still won’t be sleeping at night – waiting now until you hear the sound of them coming back in again in the early hours of the morning!
Of course things are different for everybody, I mean some people I know say they can go with just ‘half a sleep.’ I could never figure that out either – I mean you either sleep or you don’t. How can you have half a sleep?
Still, on a recent occasion when I was troubled with late night noise and a sore back as well into the bargain, I’d have given anything for a half hour’s sleep – or even a half a sleep for that matter!
I tried lying on my back, on my front, on my side, on my other side.
I tried sitting and kneeling, I’d even have tried standing on my head if I could have managed it. In the end I just confined myself to jogging circuits of the living room in the hope that I’d eventually tire myself out and fall asleep.
Course it didn’t work, but after three nights I felt sure that I could have a shot at any marathon, if I could just keep my eyes closed for the whole 26 miles.
You know while that didn’t work for me I must admit that I have discovered that there are some fascinating ways in which some people find it almost impossible not to dose off.
Like kids in a car, or some people on a bus or a plane, or for some people watching late night tv.
On this occasion for me it happened to be a large injection and course of painkillers – but thankfully the steps don’t always have to that drastic before I can get some shuteye.
I mean sometimes I just get so tired that the sleep gets the better of me anyway
So for instance, I might be doing something like writing this and zzzzzzzzzz

Sunday, January 24, 2010

I can’t get you outta my head…

I’m wondering if it’s just me, or if there are other people out there who find it annoying when a piece of music gets stuck in their head – and just stays there.

And sometimes it can stay there for a couple of days, just swirling around and around and you know that you’ve heard it on the radio or somewhere but you don’t know why it has stayed there.

What usually makes this even more annoying is the fact that quite often, the piece of music that sticks in your head is a piece that, well, that might not be up there among your list of current favourites.

In fact, more often than not, the more annoying a song seems to be, the greater the chance that this will be the one that sticks in your head.

Apparently these annoying songs are called ear worms.

Seriously folks, there has been scientific research carried into all this which has got me thinking that there are very strange things done in the name of science.

In fact, if you were ever to think about it really, there are probably loads of really cool jobs you could do – all in the name of science.

But I’m not sure if researching ear worms is one of them.

For a start I’m wondering why they had to call them ear worms?

I mean if people are finding this music that sticks in their head annoying and unpleasant, thinking of it as some kind of a worm is hardly going to help.

But worms they are and here’s another shocker for you – there are people out there who know how to put the damn things into your head.

Advertising people for a start. You might think that they have come up with a ‘catchy jingle’ but when that damn jingle is running through your head first thing in the morning or when you get up to go to the loo in the middle of the night, you should know you’ve been earwormed!

But advertising jingles are not usually the worst offenders. It usually is a song that is a favourite of radio djs who would appear to just switch and share the same ten or twenty songs at any one time – irrespective of the station.

These are the songs that get played five, six, seven – heck who knows how many times a day.

They are the songs like ‘Who let the dogs out,’ or ‘Macarena’ and hardly ever something good.

I found a lot of this stuff out by asking the google, but the google couldn’t help me do anything about the fact that I’ve had a damn song stuck in my head for two days that I don’t want to be there.

So I’m just trying to sort it myself by listening to different good tunes that I hope will help get shot of the one in there now.

Today it’s the Louis Armstrong classic - ‘Gone Fishin’

And I’m kinda hoping that will send the ear worms writhing away in fear for some time!

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Boiling Mad

I’m all for saving the environment and all, but really folks am I the only person in the world to boil the kettle more than once when I’m making tea or coffee? I don’t think so!

To be honest I don’t even know why I do that. I mean it would probably be just as easy to stand there, wait for the kettle to boil and – hey presto – just make the tea or coffee there and then.

It all sounds so easy – except, well except for the fact that a watched kettle never boils.

When I say ‘except for the fact,’ I don’t for a fact know that is actually a fact - if you know what I mean.

But it is something that I was told before and have heard a few times since.

I’m pretty sure indeed that it is not a scientific truth or indeed fact and I am pretty certain that, if I watched the kettle it would boil.

So long as I had put the water in and switched it on that is.

But here’s the thing – watching a kettle is no real fun.

There are other electrical appliances that are more interesting to watch than a kettle.

You can watch a washing machine for instance. Well if it is one of those ones with a glass door, you can.

It won’t be the most exciting thing you’ll ever have watched in your life – but compared to watching a kettle it will be like watching a Hollywood blockbuster.

Then again you could just watch a Hollywood blockbuster on your television or your computer.

Yep, when it comes to electrical appliances that you might want to watch, there are quite a few that would be higher up on the list than a kettle.

Perhaps that is one of the reasons that I choose not to watch the kettle after I have turned it on – but there is one slight problem with that.

Even though you might have been in a different room and thought you had heard the click – can you really be sure that it came from the kettle?

The only way of knowing is – well to push the button and boil the kettle again.

This drives some people really crazy.

They hate it when people boil the kettle more than once. I’m not one of those people. By one of those people I mean the people who are driven crazy by this - not the people who do it.

For instance I can’t say I’ve noticed that it makes any noticeable difference to, well to the water.

Apart from the fact that I know for sure it is boiled.

Of course it would usually be helpful at this point to make the tea, or the coffee, but sometimes that second flick of the switch comes when I’m just passing the kettle en route to doing something important or maybe finishing something important.

This important thing may well involve watching another electrical appliance (the tv not the washing machine!) and, well the button might as a result, be clicked again a couple of more times before the tea or coffee gets made.

And this, apparently is not good for the environment.

I just thought it was bad for my pocket in the week that the electricity bill comes in, but I guess the more electricity we use, the worse it is for the environment.

And yet I think I have a suggestion that could make a difference.

Why can somebody not just make a television that has a kettle built into it?

Unless of course it really is true – you know.

That a watched kettle never boils...

Friday, January 22, 2010

My news...

Today was Friday. It was a sunny day. I like sunny days, they are nice and warm. Some sunny days are not warm though, they are just sunny. Today was just sunny. I think it was cold, but I don’t know because I was inside. I wasn’t cold because I had the fire lit and it was nice and toasty. I was cold tonight because I was outside and it was frosty. But that was night time so that doesn’t count, even if it is still Friday.

 

And in other news...

 

Circus in Lifford?

Children in Lifford are said to be raging this week that the members of the council may have held some kind of a circus and didn’t invite any of them to it.

A local child said they had heard that some councillors were up to old tricks and apparently the Mayor was even walking a tight rope for a while.

They said that they didn’t know how many clowns were there at the time, but said they believed there were probably a few at least.

And the local children say they do not believe the official line that this was not a circus and was in fact a council meeting.

“We might have believed them if we hadn’t heard somebody on the radio saying that the whole thing was intense,” a local child said.

 

Another plan foiled…

Weeks after all the snow and ice have melted it has emerged that some parts of Donegal are still without water. Hundreds of households still have no water and many are having their water rationed and switched off on a nightly basis. It is believed that things have got so bad that the council was considering diluting its water stocks until they realised they didn’t have enough water!

 

Not cool

Meanwhile council members did hear at last week’s meeting that the recent cold weather in the county would leave them with a whopping €4 million bill. It is believed that they are now hoping that the government has some kind of a slush fund they can use to help them out.

 

One for the road?

Gardai say they are concerned about reports they have received about vehicles all over Donegal getting badly beaten up and battered by pieces of road in recent weeks.

A Garda spokesman has warned members of the public to be careful about approaching these roads.

“We have heard of the cars getting badly battered in recent weeks and we would warn people about the dangers certain stretches of tarmac can pose. I mean some of them are cyclepaths!"

 

And finally

In the best tradition of the news we finish with something light…..a feather!

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Something shocking

 I'M convinced, although I have no proof whatsoever for actually thinking this, that I am not the only person who absolutely detests those automatic hand dryer things you get in the toilets of busy places like hotels and shopping centres.

For a start I know they are supposed to be environmentally friendly and all that, but to be honest I’ve always been a little bit afraid of them.

After all, they are ELECTRIC hand dryers, and I recall being told time and time again when I was growing up that water and electricity were not a great combination to try to mix.

In fact one teacher I had, I think maybe in second or third class seemed very intent on getting the message across and had us draw pictures time and time again of people getting electrocuted switching on lights and other electrical stuff with wet hands.

I used to love drawing those pictures with the big lightning zaps coming out of them.

But I always struggled when he would tell me that the picture was good, but now I needed a good slogan to go with it.

I was in second class, I didn’t know what ‘slogan’ meant so I just stared at him blankly as if I’d just been zapped in the head by 10,000 volts after switching on the lights with wet hands.

Eventually he would explain and I would come up with something ingenious like ‘don’t switch on electrical stuff if your hands are wet.’

I’m guessing that in those formative years I’d not yet learned to appreciate the humour of Tommy Cooper or the Two Ronnies. 

Nor had I any of the caffeine side effects that might nowadays prompt me to more likely come up with something like “If you don’t want to fry, make sure you’re hands are dry.” 

Anyway, all these lightning zapping flashbacks often come back to me when I’m confronted with one of these so-called hand dryers and I picture myself putting my hands under them to get the shock of my life.

Not that I have to worry on that front usually though, because apparently these things are put in to help us save the planet and I can only guess that includes never actually hooking them up to a power supply.

Now let me first clarify here that I’m talking about those automatic dryers, you know the ones that are supposed to know you have put your wet hands underneath them and turn themselves on and off.

There are also of course the hit the button type, which - considering they involve turning on an electrical appliance with wet hands - I’m not that fussed about either.

The thing is though, they usually work. And if they don’t come on when you push the button, then you know it is probably broken. 

The automatic ones however are a different story. You see you are never quite sure if they are working or not. 

You put your hands under them. Nothing. 

You start to rub your hands together. Nothing. 

You put your hands closer to where you expect the warm air to come from. Nothing. 

You are getting mad now so you risk your life and actually touch the wire grid thingy where the warm air is supposed to come from…nothing. 

You look around to see if nobody is looking (that’s never the case though because there is always a queue at those damn things)…you dry your hands on the legs of your trousers. 

The alternatives however can provide a real dilemma.

You see on the one hand, you could decide not to wash your hands (apparently some people do this I’ve been told) but then you risk spreading germs and disease and infection and, well, you or others might die as a result.

On the other hand you might wash your hands and then find that you can’t get them dry because the damn dryer thingy isn’t working so you resolve next time not to wash them and that could mean you risk spreading spreading germs and disease and infection and, well you or others might die as a result.

Or, you could always do what I do - try to buy trousers that have legs that are reasonably good at absorbing water!