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Friday, March 31, 2006 

Drove my Chevy to the Levy

It happens us all. You find a song that resonates so strongly that you think all ailments can be solved by simply hitting the Play button. Then after 50 or so listens it suddenly become apparent that it's not all that it's cracked up to be. Resentment sets in because you've invested so much time listening to the damn song. It's shit. You search for their back catalogue and that's shit too. You ponder how you've become sucked in.

Fortunately, I'm still spinning this record (right click, save as), even after about 200 goes. The rest of their music is still rubbish though.

They're called Levy and the song is "Rotten Love". The lead singer yearns for Regina Spektor, his one-time girlfriend who left him for the lead singer of The Strokes. The narrative is simple but effective.


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A Royal Secret


I shouldn't even be telling anyone about this hidden treasure but I recon if you're going to make the effort to find this place you deserve to enjoy its pleasures. Last night, I was brought to quite possibly the best pub in Dublin. This little gem, know as The Royal Oak is located in old Kilmainham, on a quiet lane behind IMMA, conveniently opposite the local cop shop. Stepping inside this pub is akin to being transported to an old rural public house from the 1950's. It couldn't be further removed from the corporate, soulless, heaving meat marts located only a couple of miles away in Dublin city center.

Almost anonymous from the outside, the decor inside is plain and simple and certainly hasn't changed all that much in the past 50 years. We wandered into the bustling main section of the bar and were greeted immediately by a friendly bar man who directed us to the wonderful, cosy snug down the steps to the back of the pub. We tucked ourselves into the corner next to a few locals and their dogs and enjoyed some of the finest stout this side of the equator. No TV, no music just the din of conversation and banter. A fantastic place for a few pints with friends and contrary to popular opinion, it is one of the few pubs of this type left in Dublin.


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Thursday, March 30, 2006 

Focus needed for irishelection.com

There's an interesting debate going on at the moment regarding the direction that irishelection.com should take. It has received significant publicity in the print media recently and may well have an impact similar to what was experienced by US blogs in the run up to the US Presidential Election last year.

If it is to be a success and not become just another political blog, contributors must steer clear of using it as an arena where infighting skews honest political debate. What I personally would like to see is more 'hard news' as Dick O'Brien suggested over at Backseat Drivers. Ideally, it would be nice if contributors addressed election issues and not get sidetracked by peripherals. Let's talk health, Fianna Fail, white papers, manifestos, social housing and the like.

Cian was kind enough to invite me to contribute so expect some waffle from me in the near future.

UPDATE: irishcorruption.com actually made it into a Ciarán Cuffe speech in the Dáil, and not irishelection.com. But I did whisper it to someone while in the Dáil bar. Does that count? Anyway, you can understand how someone could mix up irishcorruption.com and irishelection.com on so many different levels.


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Tuesday, March 28, 2006 

Towards Peace and Justice in Palestine and Israel

The University of Limerick Palestine Solidarity Society, sponsored by the UL Arts and Sports Fund, will host a two day international conference in the Jean Monet Theatre, UL on Saturday 1st and Sunday 2nd April, beginning at 9:30a.m.

More details and a list of speakers can be found on the IPSC website.


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Monday, March 27, 2006 

If McDowell can do guilt, I can too

I swore I'd never write anything as personal as this but after some coaxing from a certain blog award-winner, I relented. Am I the first 'soft' male blogger? Fuck, I hope not.

The Leas Cross documentary last year hit home to those whose parents, grandparents and elderly relatives were sent to live their final few years in a nursing home. Were their loved ones subject to similar abuse? The guilt that comes with having made the decision to put an old person in a home is harsh. The justification for doing so goes round and round in the decision maker's thoughts.

In many cases, those seeking help in caring for an elderly person feel overpowered by the onset of Alzheimers. That Girl's post last week raised some germane issues in relation to the guilt that can be felt in these sort of situations. As Tony Robinson pointed out in his Channel 4 programme tonight, you feel like a piece of shit for not visiting those with Alzheimers, but in my mind it's more so for not wanting to visit.

I'm writing this, not to absolve my own guilt, but to try and get it into words what the motivating factors are for it. Robinson remarkably went on to say that it's okay to feel this way. I personally didn't make the decision to have my grand-aunt admitted to a nursing home. But I do feel guilty for not visiting as often as I could have.

Many times I sat in the car while my parents went inside. Why? Because I couldn't bear to watch her do the demented stare while mumbling the same thing, over and over again. On the few occasions that I did go inside, I barely recognised her. Had somebody wished to play a cruel trick on me, they could easily have pointed me in the direction of some other old cripple bound to a wheelchair and I wouldn't have been any the wiser.

That said, she always was used to sitting on two wheels. The bicycle with the basket in front eventually had to be confiscated when she turned 82. Neighbours would cack themselves with the terror of possibly crashing into an old woman who zig-zagged the road on a cuairt to her friend's house.

To bring the story back to where it started, there were reasons for seeking help for her. As the disease took a firm grip, her mind posed a danger to her able body. All means of starting a fire had to be confiscated and eventually it was necessary to lock her indoors. My parents recognised that this wasn't a reasonable existence for both her and themselves.

In light of all this, I'm hoping some reasonable bus driver will drive into this unsuspecting 70 year old. Or else hopefully someone will have taken the finger out to come up with a cure by then.


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Fidel Castro burns his underwear

Ever the eccentric, Fidel Castro has been outed as a boxers burner by a former bodyguard. Delfín Fernandez says that paranoia with assassination has resulted in the Cuban leader giving orders to incinerate his underwear after each use. Fearful of a chemical attack on his nether regions, Castro insists on wearing new underwear every day. Does he wear Calvin Kleins you may ask?

One must wonder too if the Taoiseach is mindful of a similar chemical threat to his face considering the fact that he spent €19,000 on make-up last year. MaxFactor have yet to comment on whether the Taoiseach Ahern's foundation could be laced with a life-threatening substance.


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Sunday, March 26, 2006 

What do you think?

So tonight I talked to Paul O Connell. Fuck, he seems like a human. But fuck. I wander around wondering how in the name of god can you have that much _heart_? How?


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Battersea Station on my wall



Very happy with my purchase today in Camden of this Battersea Power Station print and frame for £50. View more of this photographer's work here.

What strikes me about the iconic Battersea Power station is how it manages to be ugly and awesome to look at, at the same time. It would belong perfectly in Orwell's Oceania. A behemoth in scale, this building is listed and is destined to become an entertainment complex.

An addendum: The BBC has a nice gallery of photos taken inside the building


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Saturday, March 25, 2006 

Dan Flavin: A Retrospective

fluorescence is ... a luminescence that is mostly found as an optical phenomenon in cold bodies, in which a molecule absorbs a high-energy photon, and re-emits it as a lower-energy photon with a longer wavelength.

Some would say that a sure sign of daftness is ... paying £7.50 to see lots of fluorescent tubes
.

Being mindful of the fact that Dan Flavin's exhibition was nearly ready to move on to the next town, I saw this wet Saturday afternoon as a perfect opportunity to check it out. Dan Flavin: A Retrospective has illuminated the grey South Bank of London since last January and will finish up on April 2nd. Housed in the Hayward Gallery, which on first impression reminded me of the UCG concourse, it claims to be the first comprehensive look at the work of a man who passed away in 1996.




Upon entering the first room of the exhibition, I got to thinking that I may well be the star of this light show. Why? Imagine if you can a leopard slinking around looking for better camouflage. Then think of a Irishman with three gazillion freckles being exposed to a few hundred different fluorescent strips of light. You get the picture. Quite frankly, I'm surprised I wasn't offered some part in the exhibition itself.




An important thing to realise when looking at this exhibition is that the fluorescent tubes themselves are only the medium. The real art to be seen here is the light that emits from the different displays. I remember wan light throbbing from our kitchen ceiling when I was a kid, but this is different. An explosion of colourful lights of varying length are used in an array patterns, angles and positions in rooms that are deliberately sparse with the aim of focusing your attention.

Exhibit 10, created in 1972-73, is used on all the advertising pamphlets and justifiably so as it really is the most interesting. One side has intense green light coming from a grille of upright tubes, while the reverse uses yellow light. A gap exists between the two sides and the wall. If you allow your eyes to cross for long enough, the colour becomes an interesting mélange of turquoise blue and white.

Abstract maybe, and definitely not everyone's cup of tea, this artform's strong point is its ability to transform banal objects into high-art media. If you're in London in the next week or so, it's worth a look.


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Thursday, March 23, 2006 

Official Electric Picnic Press Release in Full

Subject to Licence

POD CONCERTS & AIKEN PROMOTIONS PRESENT

THE ELECTRIC PICNIC – The Boutique Musical Festival
Stradbally Hall, Co Laois – 1st, 2nd , 3rd September 2006

“The Picnic is such a breath of fresh air for concert goers. The huge success of this year’s event (2005) has changed the lie of the land. A brilliant festival is not just about the bands or the location or the chip-free food stalls or the atmosphere or the Body and Soul area or the attention to detail. It’s about quality of the whole event (the boutique festival) .Its about mutual respect”. The Irish Times 2005

The inimitable Electric Picnic – Ireland’s only boutique musical festival – is back for its third year. Voted by music fans as ‘The Love of 2005’ as voted for by Hot Press readers, the Electric Picnic returns as a three day festival on 1st, 2nd, and 3rd September, with camping all three nights in the idyllic and picturesque setting of Stradbally Hall Estate, Co Laois - less than an hour from Dublin.

Last year all 25,000 tickets sold out, this year festival organisers have increased the capacity by five thousand but promise to keep the intimate nature of the festival that concert-goers have come to expect.

In keeping with the eclectic nature and music mix served at the Electric Picnic this year proves no exception with its seven stage line up of:

Basement Jaxx, Massive Attack, New Order, Pet Shop Boys, Groove Armada, Anthony and the Johnsons, DJ Shadow, Damien Rice, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Frames, Devendra Banhart, Super Furry Animals, Belle & Sebastian, Rufus Wainwright (solo), Bloc Party, Alabama 3, The Rapture, Mad Professor, Saul Williams, Tom Vek, Gang of Four, David Kitt, Jim Noir, Rachid Taha, Elbow, Graham Coxon, Deus, The Rags, The Dublin Gospel Choir, topped off with that friend of all things Electric – Gary Numan. And it doesn’t end here, the legendary Blue Nile - this is their only performance in the world this year.

The Body & Soul Village will be enlarged this year, once again located off the beaten track in it’s leafy natural amphitheatre. The self contained village of Indian tipis, hammocks, small domes and Moroccan style dwellings will again be housing organic cafes & juice bars and a range of therapists who offer alternative therapies & workshops from Reiki, Reflexology and Shiatsu to Indian Head Massages, Yoga & Dance Workshops and Tarot Readings.

The festival are also delighted to introduce a brand new area - The Big Tree - which is a new nature foundation being set up by Damien Rice and will feature a carbon neutral oasis of music, arts and organic food.

The Foggy Notions Stage - a new stage being added this year. Foggy Notions are programming a line-up of exciting and exotic sounds from all over the world at this year’s festival. Expect the freshest dance-floor party music, the finest grade heartbreak pop, mind-bending art-rock, ethnic mysticism and the occasional pop icon.

A large theatre area will encompass Lost Vagueness who return again to present their very unique and flamboyant brand of burlesque theatre and cabaret… Once again we can expect The Ballroom & The Laundrettas Laundromat of Love and they will also have their Changing Rooms at the festival. In this lavishly decorated boudoir of Madame Mishka guests take part in a magical transformation of identities, from everyday to extraordinary. Lost Vagueness stylists will help you feel fabulous with a wide selection of apparel, including feathers-boas and ball-gowns, corsets and petticoats, dinner-jackets and tuxedos, trilbies and top hats. The Pussy Parlure, housed in a beautiful 1920’s style wooden Spiegal Tent, will lure you into a positively Purrrrrfect party experience. With a full bar and entertainment, standby also for the delights (or horrors!) of a ‘Stars in Your Eyes’-style karaoke, pop quiz’s, dance classes, giant floor games and groovy DJ’s playing Soul, Latin, Salsa, R&B, Reggae & World. More Pussy Parlure attractions to be announced. And Cirque Idyllic - a colourful plethora of artists from seasoned international performers to capricious variety artistes, slick aerialists, clever clowns and magicians. Groundbreakers, icebreakers, edge cutters, jaw droppers, side splitters and butt clenchers are all cocooned amid the sublime, feelgood D.J’s who keep the space alive, highly charged and harmonious. Be wowed by the stars of the cabaret renaissance.


The Electric Picnic also promises the return of its hugely popular International Comedy club Stage hosted once again by Des Bishop. Line-up yet to be announced.
The Hot Press Chat Room is back again - a unique opportunity to catch Face-to-Face interviews with the stars of the show, conducted by the Hot Press team, including assistant editor Stuart Clark, Peter Murphy and John Walshe.

The Silent Disco, Cinema and the boutique on-site accommodation of Beach Huts, Podpads & Tipis will also be there.

And the Electric Picnic’s quirky healthy organic food policy continues together with a wider selection of bars providing a wider variety of drinks plus cocktail bars, including the Bacardi B-Bar and the Southern Comfort Crawdaddy Stage.

Female urinals are just one of the many new facilities that will be provided at the festival this year, P-Mates will be provided for female concert goers which will enable them to pee while standing upright! No queues, no waiting around for your turn, no fuss!

Ireland’s only boutique festival, which has grown quickly from an alternative day-out to a 3 day festival is now a major fixture and must for those of eclectic taste.

The Electric Picnic, Ireland’s boutique music festival with seven stages, 3 days of camping takes place 1st 2nd and 3rd September 2006.

Tickets for the three day festival are priced €175, including camping. Phone & internet bookings subject to €5.95 service charge. Agents €2 per ticket handling charge. Avail from www.ticketmaster.ie http://www.ticketmaster.ie / 0818 719300.

JJ Kavanagh’s will provide a nationwide bus service again. Bus info Ph. 01- 6791549/ Tickets for The Electric Picnic go on sale at Ticketmaster from 9am Friday and all major ticket outlets throughout the country.

www.electricpicnic.ie


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Wednesday, March 22, 2006 

Beck, Radio, Head.




So, Thursday 24th August is confirmed as the date for Radiohead supported by Beck to hit Marlay Park. No ticket details as yet. I'll definitely be heading along to this one myself, should be an awesome gig. Anyone else looking forward to it?

Radiohead have recently launched a new-look Web site, which has a fairly long running and interesting (photo)blog on the process of making their new album and loads of other random musings. You should also check out the hyperlink maze "Scrapbook" on the Web site.


Published by Paul.  

Monday, March 20, 2006 

Irish Blogosphere participation set to explode (maybe)

Up to 40 million people read blogs in the US on a regular basis. So said Jon Ihle (of Backseat Drivers) in his explanatory piece on blogging last Monday in the Times. If this is true, we can only surmise that Ireland dramatically lags behind in the blog readership stakes. It would be unthinkable that a similar proportion of the population here, which would equate to over half a million people, read blogs.

But there is hope for an increase in Irish readership. The Sunday Independent hyperbollically reported yesterday that over half a million teenagers in Ireland have signed up with Bebo, a phenomenally successful social network site targeted at teenagers. Bebo allows users to create Web pages where they can post personal information about themselves. Posting photographs on their corner of the Web is a huge hit as is the fact that you can link to other friends in the network.

The question that should be asked is, do we have 500,000 as yet unaccounted-for bloggers in Ireland? I would guess that many would answer in the negative.

Personally, I have been disappointed with the pace of growth in the Irish scene. A paltry 1,000 people in this country call themselves bloggers. This is tiny a proportion of the overall population and has resulted in a great number of people from the various demographics in this country still without a representative in the boggersphere.

As Mick Fealty of Slugger O'Toole recently pointed out, Blog 2.0 is here. The novelty factor has waned and it is essential that more people come on board if blogging in this country is to avoid becoming just another Internet fad.

Several theories need to be explored as to why the big bang has yet to happen. Could it be that poor broadband penetration has prevented many from discovering blogs? Is there something innate about the Irish personality that discourages the practice of writing about one's thoughts in such a public manner? Has the media's attempts at portraying blogs in a poor light worked? Or is the threat of a notoriously litigious society at play?

There is hope however. What is promising is that the Irish blogosphere will benefit enormously from a maturing Bebo community in search of more powerful means of self-expression and the potential for greater reach.

It can be therefore be predicted that writing as a form of self-expression will become the norm and awareness of blogging, amongst younger people at least, is set to become mainstream. How can the current Irish blogosphere tap into this and groom the next generation of online writers?


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Sunday, March 19, 2006 

Permanent T.S.B.

First of all I'll get the gloating out of the way thanks to a bastardised Rosie the Riveter:





I hope you might get some mileage out of this if you put it up by the watercooler in your London office Colm.

Joking aside, what an afternoon Saturday was. In Cardiff, if it wasn't for Rob Sidoli hastily putting the ball into touch to give the French the platform for their defining try it could have been better. Aside from that Wales were excellent against France and again showed this French team look far from bankers when you put it up to them.

Gavin Henson only a matter of months ago had astoundingly questioned the integrity of some people he shares the Millenium Stadium dressing room with over their nationality. His words have come back to haunt him sooner than I had hoped. Haldane Luscombe in particular was outstanding on the burst for the Welsh. He really stuck it to Henson by showing unwavering leadership to his adopted country while Henson has been largely anonymous for The Valleys since his petulant Lions debacle.

With The Championship almost in their back pocket Les Bleus gathered round the Twickenham tethered monitors in the intestines of the Cardiff Bowl to try to will the corks out of the magnums.

I made a schoolboy error in not committing the live game to videotape, however UKTV G2 came to the rescue today with their BBC commentated extended highlights which I did immortalise. I've managed to tear myself away from the rewind button long enough to get to the blog.

Last week in the wake of the dogged dispatching of the Scots Neil Francis wrote in the Tribune:

Scotland are the equivalent of flat-pack furniture. All Ireland needed yesterday was a step-by-step guide and to apply themselves and they should have taken this Ikean rugby side to pieces. Disassembly.

...

Ireland did perform, did engineer a good start and upped their intensity but played the conditions wrong.

They will need an IT specialist for next week. England have far better technology.

If this England team are what Francis calls high tech then he can slap my knee and call me Susan. Sure, England have a flank of muscle-bound cruise missles outside their fly half (whichever incomplete, glass-physique or overweight player is flavour of the month there). However these aren't of the smart bomb variety and seem to be no more sophisticated than a wrecking ball. The ultimate indictment of this English team is the amount of go forward their eight provided in the second half yesterday that resulted in next to zero finished product.

I've eulogised Shaggy since his performances last year out of position for Ireland in the Six Nations. Thankfully this season a dearth of injuries has permitted the Ireland wing to twinkle in his native role. If St. Patrick himself had that ball cemented to the top of his staff he couldn't have placed it better in the shadow of the corner flag. The drama of the moment makes it all the more difficult to remember the glorious triple-skip pass Stringer arrowed out the blind side to put Horgan in. Or before that, the explosion of O'Driscoll down the wing (his leg and arm speed in full flight has to be the most breathtaking spectacle in Irish Sport today), or before that the composure of O'Gara to chip over the top in the 78th minute inside his own 22.

Things are looking good for Ireland now in the build on the road to France '07. I'm glad to see some writers having to eat their column inches from the past few months where they called for O'Sullivan to go. It was an opportunistic campaign by some incredibly short-sighted sports journalists.

O'Sullivan was obviously profoundly struck by the way the game has moved on during his time with The Lions last summer. He came back a changed man. For his entire tenure he had instructed his team to play structured, set-piece, kick-the-leather-off-the-ball rugby with the odd very rehearsed flourish of attractive looking rugby off an attacking line-out.

In autumn (without the personel required) he completely threw away the hymn sheet and sent the team out to play with the ball always in hand, to a fault. To a certain extent that has carried through to the Six Nations. He is trying to develop Ireland's game in advance of the World Cup and if that means trying to play with the ball in hand more than the game dictates we should, so be it in the pursuit of learning the new creed. Gradually since those games in the autumn we are bringing more balance with each game and once the players are comfortable with both an O'Gara directed game and a wider one, then they will have the ability to use whichever tools suit the situation on the fly. Until then, the coach is validly in my opinion pushing the players to stick with the wide game to a fault, until they have learned it as a cohesive unit. Another season of Chieka executing the Aussie revolution at Leinster will bear more fruit for them and Ireland and bolster the backs further.

It was comforting to see O'Driscoll yesterday mention that the day's work was only a stepping stone to greater things. Today, bruised, battered and probably hungover, Paul O'Connell is already salivating at the summer tour which takes in two tests against the All Blacks before one against the Aussies. The game against France at home next season (hopefully in Croke Park) must now be in the back of the squad's mind as the next stone to put best foot forward on in the march to the '07 World Cup.

The most dissappointing part of the weekend was the England camp's reaction to the match and the trotting out of the 'Luck of the Irish' slight. O'Sullivan validly pointed out the abberation on the official's part of marching Easterby to the sin bin when Dawson cynically and purposely ran into him to implicate him in impeding from a tap. The unsporting reaction is maybe a measure of how much the bacon slicer is stinging Robinson. One of the most active rugby forums on the web is BBC's Scrum V website and on the forums there it was refreshing to see most English supporters were gracious in defeat and acknowledged Ireland's deserved win, along with most English pundits.

The front of the Shane Horgan's shirt is about right, Permanent Try Scoring Brilliance.



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Saturday, March 18, 2006 

Ireland snatch victory to win the Triple Crown

With three minutes to go, Andy Robinson must have been relishing the prospect of reading Sunday's papers. Eddie O'Sullivan's management of a lacklustre Six Nations campaign would not have avoided criticism, especially considering the calls that have been made recently for his dismissal.

Shane Horgan's 78th minute try changed all that however. Now Robinson's tenure is surely set to end and Eddie O'Sullivan's reputation has achieved legendary status for winning two Triple Crowns in three years. Today's 28-24 victory makes it a triumvirate of wins over the English in the past three years, a feat that will take its place in Irish rugby history.

Unfortunately, Ireland typically started in the least convincing manner by allowing England to cross the line with only a minute on the clock. Were Ireland to face a rampant English side intent on proving their worth having been humiliated against the French a week earlier?

However brave Ireland were, it is impossible to say that Ireland were not a tad lucky to have taken the win. Horgan's first try should not have stood considering the fact that the ball had clipped the touchline just before he touched down. But combine this refereeing mistake with the amount of turnover ball won from English mistakes and you have always have a chance.

Despite the possibility of Ireland winning the Championship, France's last minute victory against Wales and a swirling wind in Twickenham conspired to prevent them from amassing a high score. It soon became clear that the Triple Crown became the new target in a tightly contested match. The lead swung back and forward but being starved of possession in the second half seriously hampered Ireland's chance of putting that chariot where the sun don't shine.

Andy Goode's 75th minute penalty put the English three points ahead after Ireland infringed at a ruck. Arguably Ireland's best player of the Six Nations, Shane Horgan took the ball three minutes later and just made the corner to claim a very famous Irish sporting win.

After the match, Brian O'Driscoll said it was a stepping stone for greater things. If this is true, it is necessary that the backline starts to perform the way we know it can. Next year, we may be celebrating a famous Grandslam victory for the first time in 58 years.


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Routine maintenance and a mention for Markham Nolan

The blogroll does get neglected here from time to time. It's a badge of loyalty for those who you read everyday, so it deserves a bit more attention.

Recent additions include Rick O'Shea (who In Fact, Ah had the pleasure of meeting last Saturday night), Markham Nolan (who's now over at Metropolis Blue since his year off the gargle experiment), two-times blog award winner who even printed her own blog cards for the awards, That Girl, the doyen of the Irish scene Gavin Sheriden and Richard Delevan who is a proud father of baby Fionn Fox**.

I only had the brief pleasure of talking to Markham as he left the awards last Saturday, but he must really be given kudos for his alcohol-free year. His writing about the experiment has provided a much-needed insight into the role that alcohol plays in modern Ireland.

Also interesting is the effect of his reintroduction to alcohol on his body. Read the epilogue here.

Error Correction: Richard D's baby's name is Fionn Fox and not Fox as written earlier. Apologies!


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Thursday, March 16, 2006 

The craic was good in Cricklewood

Tomorrow is a very special day in the calendar, even more so for the diaspora that are spread around this planet. Some were forced away, but they were the unlucky ones. Today, it is mostly a choice to emigrate. The tide of tears has been stemmed from Camden, Boston, Sydney and New York.

Wannabe Irish clumsily demonstrate their knowledge of all things Irish and drink deep in stereotype. However, it's not their fault. How Ireland is portrayed by Fáilte Ireland is mostly laughable. They're finding it difficult to lure tourists without resorting to soft green colours in nicely rounded images of castles and some chaste cailín who looks a bit thick but has lovely rosey cheeks.

This isn't what the Irish abroad think of when they think of the motherland, so why is every Irish tourism company peddling cutesy imagery of simpletons who look jolly but could be just as liable to start a fight in a bar? I'd hope that we've moved on from that. Ná bach leis an Sprite ad; image is everything in this instance. And that image needs to change in order to correct the dated perception of Ireland and her indigenous folk.


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Cheltenham 2006, Day 3 Tips

Punters are scrambling up the walls today to try to restore some balance after yesterday's long odds nightmare. Let's hope we can give the turf accountants some of their own medicine today:

2.00 Jewson Novices' Handicap Chase
A very open race. I'm going to propose an each way bet here on Cornish Sett. Trading at 7/1. He is race fit and can handle this trip. He loves fast ground and with Ruby trying to make up for yesterdays blank, is sure to be in the running. Revellez may not find the course to suit and ground may be too quick for him. Verdict: Cornish Sett Each Way

2.35 Ryanair Chase
Fondmont looks the horse to beat here. He loves the going and has proven himself over course and distance. He had been entered in a number of races but has desirably settled for this one. Henderson is due a win in the festival and this should be one of them. Verdict: Fondmont to win.

3.15 Ladbrokes World Hurdle

The big race calls out for a proven stayer and this year that is something that is lacking. Irish hopes rely on French trained JP McManus owned Baracouda and Johnny Murtagh's best ride Golden Cross. To me Baracouda has passed his best days and Golden Cross seems to take too much air when tackling the hurdles. Therefore I find it hard to oppose Mighty Man who is a proven stayer and due to a tactical race in Sandown last time only finished second in his preparatory run. That day the pace was suicidal and hopefully a fast pace today will bring out the star qualities in this horse. Verdict: Mighty Man To Win


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Wednesday, March 15, 2006 

Is Amhlaidh, Ah

Following Conn Ó Muíneacháin's plea at the recent blog awards for more posts trí gaeilge, and some female bloggers bemoaning the lack of women in the blogosphere, In Fact, Ah felt compelled to try and write a post 'as gaeilge' and introduce a girl to the male-dominated In Fact, Ah team at the same time.

So I present to you the newest blogadóir (??) to the Irish blogosphere - Shirley. She's not a native speaker, so go easy. Damned if I know what she's talking about ...

Ní Gaeilgeoir Mé

Tús maith, leath na h-oibre a deirtear. Farraoir, níl mé cinnte go bhfuil se sin fíor maidir le "Ní Gaeilgeoir Me", an chéad chlár reality TV atá deanta ag TG4. Tá "Ní Gaeilgeoir Mé" á chraoladh ag TG4 an tseachtain seo do Sheachtain na Gaeilge. Is é formaid an chlár ná ochtar pearsain aitheanta á gcur faoi ghlas i dteach mór i Béal Feirste ar feadh seachtain agus iad i gcomórtas le chéile ag iarraidh feabhas a chur ar a líofacht Ghaeilge. Tá dualgais ag an phobal votaí a thabhairt don té atá ag deanamh an iarracht is fearr chun Ghaeilge a fhoghlaim, agus ar ndoigh, tá daoine caithe amach as an teach le linn na seachtaine.

Go gineralta, is brea liom sceideal TG4, agus bíonn mé ag tnúth go mor le h-aon chlár nua atá go h-iomlan as Gaeilge. Ní cainteoir dúchasach me, agus níl Gaeilge liofa agam; mar sin, bionn mé i gconaí ag breathnú ar TG4 chun feabhas a chur ar mo chuid Gaeilge (agus cúnamh a fhail le mo chaighdean gramadach!). Roimh an chlár seo, cheap mé go mbainfidh mé taitneamh as -
ach tá a mhalairt ar fad tar eis tarlú. Ce go gcuireann mé faílte roimh aon chlár a mheallann daoine isteach chun breathnú air agus chun roinnt bheag Gaeilge a fhoghlaim, tá se an mi-chompórdach a bheith ag eisteacht leis an an láithreoir ag tabhairt comhgairdeachas do na hiomaitheoirí chuile am a deirtear rud chomh bunúsach le "X is ainm dom". In aimn Dé, caithfaimid go léir Gaeilge a fhoghlaim sa tír seo ar feadh tréimhse ceathar bhliain déag sa scoil - nach bhfuil muid in ann nios fearr a dheanamh ná sin?

De reir cosúileachta, níl scileanna ag an gnáth duine sa tír seo aon cumarsaid a dheanamh trí Gaeilge nach bhfuil ag baint leis na h-abairtí "An bhfuil cead agam dul amach go dti an leithris?" nó "Póg mo thoin". Ní thuigim cén fáth nach bhfuil fadhb ar bith ag daoine atá staidear déanta acu sa Fhrancais an teanga seo a labhairt nuair atá said ar laentha saoire sa Fhrainc, cé nach mbeadh ach cúig bliana Francais déanta acu sa scoil, ach ní bhionn focail ar bith Gaeilge fágtha ag daoine ón scoil cé go bhfuil RnaG, TG4 agus paipéirí nuachta éagsula ar fáil againn. Agus freisin, tá mé tinn tuirseach leis an leiscéal go raibh na muinteoiri scoile crosta agus gur thug siad droch-cáil ar Gaeilge. Tá leiscéal againn ar chuile rud, ach chun an fhirínne a ra, ceapaim gur muide atá ciontach mar tá muide leiscéal sa tír seo. Chuir an chlár seo in uil dom ce chomh leiscéal atá muid.

Ma tá TG4 ag iarraidh chlár reality TV a dhéanamh, bheadh siad níos fearr as chlár a dheanamh atá ar nos Big Brother (bheadh se costasach na ceartanna Big Brother a cheannach, ach is feidir le duine éigin formaid nua a chruthú leis an bunus cheanna - stranseiri atá ina gconai le cheile ar feadh treimhse fada gan teangmhail ar bith le duine ar bith eile). Bheadh air na hiomaitheoirí Gaeilge liofa a bheith acu. De réir suíomh idirlion Conradh na Gaeilge, tá nios mo na 86,000 daoine sa tír seo atá in ann Gaeilge a labhairt. Ní bheadh sé deachair deich daoine a fháil chun a bheith pairteach sa chlár mar sin. Da gcuirfeadh TG4 fotheideil ar an chlár, bheadh daoine in ann chuile rud a thuiscint agus focail nua a fhoghlaim.

B'fheidir go mbeadh daoine ag iarraidh Gaeilge a labhairt má fheiceann siad daoine ag úsaid Gaeilge chuile lá go nadurtha - ceapaim go gcuirfeadh sé náire ar duine ar bith bheith ag eisteacht le daoine ag labhairt Gaeilge liofa muna bhfuil tu fhéin ag deanamh iarracht an teanga a fhoghlaim. Dar liom, tá an chlár "Ní Gaeilgeoir Mé" ag taispeáint le daoine nach labhrainn Gaeilge go bhfuil siad ceart go leor, mar níl na daoine aitheanta ar an chlár in ann Gaeilge a labhairt ach an oiread. Tá an dearcadh seo againn sách fada anois, agus caithfidh TG4 bhealach eile a thrial tar eis an chlár seo.


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Looking for somewhere to stay in London?

If you're looking for a room near Oxford Street, this might be right up your street. Warning, males only need apply and you need to have nice armpits.

Is this person related to Aine by any chance?


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Tuesday, March 14, 2006 

Cheltenham 2006 - Day 2 Tips

We've barely got our heads above water after day 1. With a profit of €€2.50 in our pockets we can at least afford a coffee while perusing the form cards for day 2 over breakfast this morning.

Hopefully we'll have a bit more luck today. Here are our tips from the 'winners' at www.layingloser.com.


2.00 Refinement €5 each/way or Denman €10 to win
2.35 Darkness €10 to win
3.15 Fota Island €€5 to win

2.00 Royal & SunAlliance Novices' Hurdle

It s very hard to see Denman getting beat here with Nicholls even stating that this was his best horse and after seeing Noland winning in fine style yesterday, then he must definitely be something special. He is very short odds though so I think that Refinement at 7/1 offers much better value each way. He has a great chance on this softer going although his age does not suit the winning profile as 5/6 yr olds have provided the winner from 28/31 runnings.

Verdict: Denman to win but if you find the price too short for your liking, then I would recommend backing Refinement each way.


2.35 Royal & SunAlliance Chase

A tough one to call. The going which is now down as good to soft will mean the winner will be a proven stayer on testing ground. Also means that we need a horse who has the toughness gained from a good winter campaign. As the runners in this race are only novices, they are lacking the experience of an older warrior. On this note I am going to oppose Commercial Flyer. He has just ran once and with Pipes form out of sorts of late, I don't see him winning. Our Ben, Irelands hope in this race has credentials but to me still has not totally sold himself as a festival winner. His two starts at 3 miles have been unsuccessful and therefore is no way value at 4/1. The Listener is a solid horse but has fallen twice in his short career.
This leads me to Darkness. He has all the essentials to win a race like this and the trainer is in cracking form. The horse is proven on the testing groung and distance and is a course winner. The one thing that ails me is why the trainer has chosen Paddy Brennan to ride. However Paddy rode his first winner at Cheltenham today and he will surely be charged up to make it a double success for a trainer who has shown great faith in him.

Verdict: Darkness to win


3.15 Queen Mother Champion Chase

For all statisticians out there, 40 out of the last 46 winners have come from the first three in the betting. Its been 25 years since the winner failed to record a placing on its previous run, 17 of the last 21 have won or placed at previous festival. No horse over 10 or under 7 has won this race, bar Moscow Flyer last year, but he is special!
This all points to a win for Fota Island tomorrow. He's proven on going distance and course, and has retained McCoy as mount. There is no reason why he should not win.

Verdict: Moscow to go close but Fota Island to win.


4.00 Coral Cup (A Handicap Hurdle)

I desperately want Good Tyne Jack to win. He has been a revelation this year. He is a brilliant hold up horse and by booking Paul Carberry to ride, he will have no better tactician on board to produce him at the line. However he raced very poorly in Cheltenham last November when he was well fancied and that has to be a major negative point about him. Im hoping it was a once off blip and that he will come good today. The trainer is reknowned for his Irish raiders. I will be backing him each way.


The final two races are very open, but I would be hoping that Nina Carberry gives a good account of herself on Undeniable trading at about 25/1. The horse seems to act on any going and has won at this trip.

The Champion Bumber is traditionally won by the Irish and with Willie Mullins having 4 entries in this race it pays to side with Rubys choice, Equus Maximus. He won in fine style in Leopardstown in January and hopefully will live up to the hype. Its no certain matter though with half the field a chance of winning on their debut.


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Cheltenham 2006, Day 1 Tips

As we mentioned last week in fact, ah will be bringing you daily tips for the Cheltenham festival courtesy of our friends over at www.layinglosers.com. Our budget is €100 euro for the week and today we're hoping for a couple of Irish winners to get us off to a good start. Our outlay today is €25. So, if you fancy taking a few quid off your friendly local bookie, here are our 'expert' tips for Day 1.

Arkle, 2.35 - Missed That €5 to Win
Champion Hurdle, 3.15 - Brave Inca €10 to Win
William Hill Handicap Chase, 4.00 - Alderburn €5 Each/Way

Here are full details on the form and some other tips for the day.

My banker bet is of course Brave Inca running in the Champion Hurdle, 3.15. He's the in-form horse and everything seems to have worked out spot on for him this year. Also due to the unforeseen untimely death of McCoy's contracted ride Lingo just under two months ago, it now means that he has been freed up to continue his successful winning partnership with both horse and young Wexford trainer Colm Murphy. His main threats in this race are Mac's Joy and Hardy Eustace. I am ruling out two times winner Hardy Eustace due to the fact that he has not been firing on all cylinders this term and by the trainer's own admission, the fitting of first time visors tomorrow is an each way bet in its own right. Good words have been coming out from Jessica Harrington's yard after their unfortunate virus which attacked their yard just before Christmas, however if it comes down to a fight between Brave Inca and Mac's Joy at the finish, I think Brave Inca has that extra gear to go away from him. Back To Win


Next, the Arkle, 2.35. Probably the most highly competitive race of the festival. I'm ruling out a few straight away. Monet's Garden as he has only proved himself in class 3 races, Foreman, as course doesn't suit, Don't Be Shy as he is unproven on going and Voy Por Usteded as all his wins have been on flat courses - this could bite me in the ass, as I really like this horse, however he is still unproven on an undulating course.

This leaves the race to be won by one of the following Racing Demon, Missed That and Accordion Etolie. My Vote is Missed That. Willie Mullins' horse has been running unbelievable stuff since his first outing in Thurles where his clumsy jumping enabled him to a novices third spot. However the improvement he has shown with every race after that shows what a horse he is. He has two grade 1 races behind him, won in great style, and he is still progressive. He has also shown he is able to battle up the Hill of Cheltenham by his thrilling finish to the bumper here last year. Not only that but he has in my opinion the best jockey aboard, that being the great Ruby Walsh. Back to Win

Racing Demon is a great horse and deserves respect, but I'm hoping his tendency to jump right will be the downfall of him. Accordion Etoile is reported to be in great nick and I expect him and missed that to be fighting it out for the line at the end, with Missed That outclassing him at the finish.

In the opener, the Supreme novices Hurdle, it is very hard to oppose Sweet Wake, but with the price trading at 5/2 I would propose having an each way bet on O' Muircheartigh trading at about 10/1. This is one of O'Grady trained horses and runs well fresh, should relish the going and distance and with Barry Geraghty the mount, has a decent Each Way chance. Back Each way

In the William Hill Handicap Chase, I am proposing a English Trained horse to win, that being Alderburn. He is up against it to beat Doumens horse Moulin Riche, who has a habit of winning this race (the trainer not the horse that is!), but he looks relatively unexposed and carrying 10 stone 10 fits the winning profile. Jockey and trainer have brilliant record at course and their Trainer/Jockey winning combination currently stands at 25%. Currently trading at 7/1. Worth a few quid Each Way


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Sunday, March 12, 2006 

Dublin can't handle this many drunk nerds

UPDATE: Good Jesus, but I've just listened to Jett Loe's podcast (Right click, Save as) for the event and I've almost pissed my pants. The highlight was Fiona calling poor Richard Waghorne a wingnut. That Girl wants a man too, preferably one that's breathing. Fast forward to 39 minutes to hear the coverage live from the event. Get photos here and video here.

Last night's shenanigans deserve a much better post than the one I conjured up while drunk.

Luckily, I'd met some bloggers before last night's awards. I'd been there, done that, worn the t-shirt. Wearing the nametag, no matter how much it induced cringe, helped many to come up and say hello.

Starting at the Cellar Bar, I joined a group of bloggers who were already wetting their lips with Cosmos. Stand-up comedian and blogger Jett Loe was in fine form, podcasting on the fly.

We were joined by JL Pagano (who I didn't get to chat to), Karen, Beth, Red Mum, Gavin and others for the pre-awards libations.

Treasa and That Girl were adamant that I was to be an honourary girl for the night and my "gender post" got a mention.

On to the Alexander and I was joined by my fellow In Fact, Ahers. Thanks to the name tag, we got chatting to Sarah Carey whose hair was looking absolutely fabulous.

in fact, ah sarah

Twenty sent his consort who is called 19 to collect his awards. Rymus was robbed, That Girl grabbed two framed awards, Ricochet played a stormer, In Fact, Ah lost out in the Group award to at least 30 TCAL guys and Sarah Carey started spitting at the stage when she failed to snatch the Best Personal (not really). Fiona Delondras and Elisabeth Bond clashed, people started chanting "Mulley for President" and In Fact, Ah were drinking G&Ts at an unnatural rate to console ourselves with our failure. As an aside, I thought it would have been a coup to have had Sligo Aine to come and make an appearance. Though she did flash up on the wall a few times throughout the night.

After the awards, the plan was to head back to the Merrion. But not before Sinead Gleeson dragged me to Abrakebabra.

Was delighted to meet the now defunct Alive in Limerick too. He's taking a break from blogging, but I'm sure he'll be back soon. Enjoyed meeting John from Fústar and John Breslin from Cloudlands.

After we drank the taps dry, Gavin urged the herd to move to a new trough. We attempted to get into Café en Seine but the queue was insufferable. Ploughed on towards Reynards with Caitriona, Fústar, Rymus, Dick and Diana, the guys from DL and Tom Raftery. Unfortunately, Reynards decided to deny Kevin and Micheal entry with their over-21 policy.

The replacement Fústar photo

Playing wingman for Gavin didn't reap any rewards so I very drunkenly heard my leaba calling me. Too much fun for one night. Next year, I think the awards should come to me in London. Anyone?


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Irish Blog Awards 2006

Oh dear. I managed to get a taxi home in record time. In Fact, Ah was a dead loss at the awards but we met the most interesting of people. I'm a tad inebriated so I'll leave you with a few pictures ...

PS Gavin Sheridan - I'm never being your wingman in Reynards ever again.

Damien Mulley gives Kevin a great big hug

Queueing outside Cafe en Seine. From left: Dick O'Brien, Ryan Whalley (who was robbed of an award), Tom Raftery, Kevin Breathnach, Gavin Sheridan and Micheal from DL.


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Friday, March 10, 2006 

Recent Ear Candy

These are the albums which have made repeat listenings for me in recent weeks:

Glaswegian post-rock pinups Mogwai released Mr. Beast this month, although it has been knocking around on the int0rweb since before Christmas. I love it, even though it lacks any epics a la Like Herod or Fear Satan. It's a much more digestable record than we are accustomed to from Mogwai owing to a relatively short average track time. I think it's narrow minded to use a 1997 Mogwai record as a yardstick for a 2006 Mogwai record in the first place, but many have lamented the absence of any 10-minute-plus tracks. There is a variety of tempo and mood changes from one track to another as you listen to the album through. This gives the album a coherance and cadence which is difficult to find in their previous work. Fingers & toes crossed they will be confimred for Electric Picnic.

I don't know if they are putting something in the water in Austin, Texas however I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness have a name almost as cumbersome as their neighbours and friends ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead. Their debut album is called Fear Is On Our Side. The nomenclature isn't ironic. Reserved, distant vocals are floated along on deliberate, assiduously erected towers of spikey guitar flourishes. The songs are brilliantly taut and clinical. Many people have made comparisons to Interpol. I can see why in the technical profile of the drums, guitar and vocal in the album, however the mood is something different, more serious, more antiseptic. I'm thrilled they chose darkness, awesome album.

Collisions is Calla's fourth album and has been my introduction to the band. This NY band create lush atmospheric indie rock. At times they sound almost claustrophobic with the heavy droning bass pulverising your brain and emphasising the dramatic nature of the breathy lyrics. This album reminds me of one of my favourites of last year, Dead Meadow's Feathers. Highly recommended.

Drowning In A Sea of Love is an exceptional debut album from the 22 year old tech-house genius and messiah of British electronic music, Nathan Fake. The Apple powerbook wielding Norfolk native was blessed with the stage-like name and it seems the talent to go along with it. This album eschews the dancefloor immediacy of his previous work which can be found on some of Fabric's legendary compilations. There is plenty of sublimely howling synth used expertly to craft cavernous electronic landscapes. The album never feels rushed or in your face, it's more like a blissfull drive through the countryside on a beaming Sunday afternoon.

Sony flung Swede Jose Gonzalez onto everyone who is anyone's coffee table late last year with their Bravia commercial which was backed by Gonzalez's twist on the song Heartbeats. The original Heartbeats was done by fellow Swedes The Knife. The Knife are a reclusive and eccentric Brother and Sister pair whose grammy nominated 2003 album Deep Cuts contained the embryo of the Bravia ad. While the album failed to take the grammy for best record, they did secure best pop act that year. However, they boycotted the ceremony by sending two representatives of the artistic group Unfucked pussys dressed as gorillas with the number 50 written on their costumes in what I've read was a two fingered salute to male dominance in the record industry. So now you know, you're going to have to listen to this one for yourself; Silent Shout is The Knife's brand new album, it's got electronic beeps and blips and vocals and it's very, very good.

Finally, something for the weekend. Under Master Padraig's direction we've been making an effort to get away from the music-with-vocals-and-guitar nonsense (Arcade who?) back to our true first love of the beat. I've sampled much solid new stuff lately from The Orb, Dominik Eulberg and Richie Hawtin. Now, enter Ricardo Villalobos. Last year his name was lost on me among the myriad of contributors to Fabric's compilation series. If you like electronic music and you haven't listened to this guy yet, you need to drop what you're doing right now. This is the best dance music I've heard in a long, long time, scratch that, maybe ever for a studio album. This is dark, sinister, filthy menacing techno at its zenith. The Chilean born, Berlin adopted muse gets bracketed under minimal but there is too much going on in his music for that tag. 2004's Thè au Harem d'Archiméde or last year's Achso are vital records for anyone with electronic dreams.


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Thursday, March 09, 2006 

How to avoid a Cheltenham 'mare


It's that time of the year again when thousands of daft Paddies flock to a big field in Cheltenham, England to get awfully over-excited about losing fist loads of Celtic Tiger euros watching a bunch of steroid-fuelled ponies leap over rather big fences. Meanwhile back in the office, those of us lacking the bank balance to finance a week in the Cotswolds suddenly turn into the hottest of tipsters. We hope that we do a bit better than Eamon Dunphy who predicted Liverpool wouldn't win the Champions League with a donkey like Jimmy Traore in the team.

It's all a bit of fun really and this year In Fact, Ah are going to bring you daily tips from our man with the inside knowledge at Laying Losers. No more relying on office buddy Johnny for the afternoon's tip - you know that guy; the one who thinks he's John McCririck but wouldn’t know one end of a horse from t'other.


This is how it's going to work

Our balance starts at €100 for the week.
Starting on Tuesday, we will post a number of expert tips for each day.
No bet we place will be more than €10.

With a bit of skill and aggression we should be sitting on enough winnings to finance the celebrations after Ireland beat England in Twickenham to claim the Six Nations on Saturday week. Don't coming crying to us if your other half kicks you out of the bed after they find out you've gambled your life savings away.


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Queenstown Tea Party

Picture 184

One of my favourite photos from the holiday before Christmas. Taken in a pub/nightclub when a group of kids had finished downing shots given to them in a teapot.

It was taken by Mr. Kitt (just in case you try to sue).


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Wednesday, March 08, 2006 

Thirsty for attention

I was very surprised on Thursday evening last, 2nd March as I sat down to watch the RTE main evening news. The lead story was a brave report from the Eastern Kenyan town of Wajir by Aoife Kavanagh.

The report was quite unsettling and graphic. It showed the RTE crew driving through the void countryside and filming gaunt, angular caricatures of humans traipsing about in the wretched 40 degree heat with cups or basins hung on their fingers in the hope of finding a drink of water. They truly looked like zombies walking the earth. Later in the report they filmed a child in hospital in Wajir in a hideous condition due to the situation. The child died two hours after the filming. All about the town livestock which are the basis of the economy in the province lay rotting where they fell. For the livestock that were still alive, prices at the markets have collapsed.

Hunger and more pressingly thirst are biting hard in Eastern Kenya, Somalia and Ethiopia again it appears. This is due to progressively worsening, protracted droughts in recent years. I'm not sure was I more spun around by the images in Kavanagh's report or the realisation that things had gotten so bad over there and I hadn't heard an iota about it yet. Me! I'd like to think I'm relatively well abrest of current affairs around the world. In the days that have followed I've been looking at news coverage on the web of the unfolding tragedy over there. There seems to be very little of it, what there is has been patchy coverage. A selection:

BBC Hunger leads to deaths in Kenya 22nd December 2005
BBC Kenya drought response condemned 28th December 2005
The Independent Failure of Kenya's rains puts 2.5 million at risk of famine 13th January 2006
Times Online People die of famine in nation that exports food 18th January 2006
Al Jazeera Kenya's drought takes tragic toll 21st January 2006

As you can see from the dates above this is not something that has manifested itself acutely, rather warnings and calls for help have been going on since last year. Still, pledges of aid are unfulfilled in many cases.

Just today, The Guardian got on it. As a pathetic sideshow, people in Nairobi are protesting on the streets about the Government cracking down on the free press in Kenya.

Coverage of the drought/famine situation seems to have been equally bleak on the boggersphere, the only post I can find on the situation was from Metropolis Blue, apologies if I missed any others.

Aoife Kavanagh mentions in her report that Oxfam are on the ground distributing drinking water to those most in need. Oxfam's relevant page is here.


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GAA players have ban overturned

Lets all get stuck inThe GAA have just released a statement indicating that the 7 players from Tyrone and Dublin banned for 8 weeks after a brawl involving both teams last month have had their bans overturned. No indication was given as to why the appeals were upheld. The decision means that all 7 players are available to play for their counties this weekend.

As a GAA fan I am extremely disappointed with this decision by the Central Appeals Committee. While the GAA has made much progress in recent years with the opening of Croke Park to foreign sports and other initiatives the violence which still marrs many games is hindering the public image and progress of the GAA in general. While we may all have a laugh at the shenanigans which go on the fact of the matter is that no other sporting code appears to have the same problem.

The main issue is the manner in which the organisation deals with disciplinary matters. Swifter more severe sentences and possibly a number of rule changes are needed and quickly too. Otherwise with this precedent now fixed it may be a long summer of overturned suspensions and appeal fiascos.


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Cocktails in the Merrion indeed

You can almost smell the anticipation. Hollywood may have the Oscars, but the boggersphere has the Irish Blog Awards this coming Saturday, March 11th.

Already the pre-event parties are being talked up. Sinead and That Girl are leading the charge by organising a few cocktails in the Merrion at 5pm.

Among the attendees will be: Gavin, Twenty Major (if you believe it), Sinead, That Girl, Dick O'Brien, Treasa, Fiona DeL, JL Pagano, Richard Waghorne, Kaz, Red Mum, Suzy Byrne, Tom Cosgrove and Damien Mulley himself.

Come on the rest of you, get on board. We'll be nicely oiled before the main event.


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Immigration Ireland

I once again hand the blog floor over to our guest contributer Dae. [We're trying to get an account sorted for him.]

Last week I had an interesting insight into the immigration process in Ireland. I confess to know very little about our current immigration policy in Ireland and the number of asylum seekers who successfully receive refugee status every year. A friend of mine approached me and asked if I could assist a non English speaking Pakistani woman on her trip from Galway to the National Garda Bureau of Immigration in Dublin. A deportation order served against her is currently under appeal, and she was required to present herself at the Immigration Office or risk immediate deportation. A previous attempt by this lady (who I shall not name) to visit this office in Dublin resulted in disastrous consequences whereby she fell into some bad company and was nearly human-trafficked and forced into slave labour. But that in itself is another story.

The Immigration Office in Burgh Quay can best be described as a rather large waiting room where you take a ticket and dutifully wait your turn to be served. The first thing I noticed is the glass wall that separates the immigration staff from these dangerous foreign types - it stretches all the way to the ceiling. I found myself reminiscing about all those jail scenes in American movies where the incarcerated and the free sit either side of the great impenetrable divide. To say confusion abounded would be to grossly understate the atmosphere of this office.

A quick glance around the waiting area reveals peoples of all race and creed, some sitting rather despondently while others in a high state of agitation patrol the service booths looking for a free immigration official to accost with questions. They are advised to take a ticket and wait their turn like everyone else or simply ignored as the official gets up and walks away from their desk. The lady who I am accompanying looks at her feet, shakes uncontrollably from time to time and avoids eye contact with anyone and everyone at all costs. Who knows her story or what hardships she has endured in life?

Having showed the reference letter to the immigration official behind the counter, we were instructed to wait opposite booth number one where an official would promptly deal with our situation. Long story short but a couple of hours later we hadn’t advanced our cause very much. I vociferously aired my opinion on their general incompetence and was promptly dealt with by a senior manager who appeared on the scene to find out what all the kafuffle was about. No doubt having an Irish accent advanced my request considerably. We left the office frustrated, albeit mission accomplished, without anyone having positively identified this woman. Given their lethargic response to her presence in the office, I fail to see why this lady presenting herself at Galway Garda station would not suffice.

It was a humbling experience to find the woman sobbing with gratitude because I had helped her. I took only a small part out of my day to assist her. It occurred to me what an intimidating environment the Immigration Office must be if you are unsure of your legal status and struggling with a foreign language. Where is the resource to help such an individual? The hard headed might say well they come to our country, what do they expect us to do, speak all the languages of the world?

But it is also worth remembering that most people who come to our country under refugee status have already suffered some form of serious psychological and/or physical anguish in their former homeland. The least we should be able to do is make their application for asylum as simple as possible while treating them with the dignity they deserve as human beings. From what I observed last week in the National Immigration Office, this does not appear to be the case.


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Toilet politics

Meant to post this photo I took a long time ago. It seems the Dixie Chicks were right as decreed on this toilet door in Frankfurt International Airport, Nov 2005.

Toilet in Frankfurt Hahn


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Tuesday, March 07, 2006 

Animal rights protesters have twisted priorities in Oxford row

Some ten days ago, Oxford played host to a relatively peaceful confrontation between those in favour of animal testing and those who see it as an unnecessary evil. Protesters in the pro-test camp will tell you that testing on animals has resulted in oodles of medical breakthroughs that have ultimately saved many human lives. This view is in stark contrast to that held by animal rights campaigners; that testing of this nature is cruel and unnecessary.

I sometimes wonder about the extremes of man's devotion to his co-habitants on this planet. That said, it's surely a commendable thing to see affection being displayed towards animals. It probably makes sense in Mother Nature's big plan to keep everyone in a happy co-existing state to stave off extinction and the like. The breeding, feeding and grooming of animals helps maintain this status quo and it is a healthy pastime in any person's life.

The French have their pet salons and are prone to giving them hairdos befitting of male models. Female celebrities can often be seen sporting a dog in their handbags. Divorce proceedings in the US regularly take account of pets when it comes to who-gets-what possession wrangling. In short, humans can sometimes exhibit overcaring behaviour towards the quadrupedal kind.
So it must be impossible for animal lovers to sanction what happens at the Oxford University labs. There must be ways and means of progressing medical science without resorting to the vivisection of animals? Yes, there are, but evidence to date suggests that none are as successful such as those that involve crude testing of animals with powerful chemicals.

Treatment for polio, leukaemia, cancer and diabetes have all come about as a result of testing animals. The Association of Medical Research Charities has said: "There is no truth in the argument that animal testing is no longer necessary". The fact that people can recover and lead normal lives is testament to the work being carried out in labs around the world.

Leading academics have no ulterior motives when it comes to animal testing. If there were more agreeable ways of coming up with cures for the millions of people suffering from maladies that as yet remain incurable, they would be used. In this light, it can only be concluded that the animal rights protesters have twisted priorities. The rights of hundreds, maybe thousands, of fish and rodents cannot be considered on a par with those of the crippled and terminally ill.

A nasty element of the protests has been the thousands of death threats and insufferable incidents of grief caused to those who work at the lab perpetrated by the Animal Liberation Front (ALF). Indeed, the testing at Oxford was such a hot potato that construction of the £20m facility was delayed because no building company wanted to be associated with such a contentious issue. Simon Festing, director of the Research Defence Society, said: “ALF members are more interested in finding out who is building the lab so they can threaten them than in attacking campaigners."


Published by Colm.  

Friday, March 03, 2006 

We have 200 Couches



I like Friday afternoons, end of the working week and all that. I like them even more when I'm not too busy at work and I get to whack on the head phones for an hour or two before I leave. It gotten to the stage now where I kind of have a Friday afternoon set with lots of upbeat, kick-start the weekend tracks and always in there somewhere I stick on Interpol's debut album 'Turn on the Bright Lights'. To be honest, I generally go straight for track four, 'PDA'.

I first discovered Interpol in Canada during 2002. I remember listening to their eponymous Interpol E.P on some long bus journey to God-knows-where and being completely consumed by it. I was immediately struck by the power and grace of the opening few chords of PDA and then when the outro kicked in and that sweeping guitar riff took over ... if the bus had careered down a ravine at that instant I would have died a deliriously happy man. I must have listened to that track 20 times back-to-back and to this day I have never tired of that song. For me, Interpol are the defining band of this decade, I quote here from Pitchfork Media "Like an antidote to the po-mo dilemma, Interpol convey all the ache of isolation and being driven apart from those you care about in just fifteen minutes, then do themselves one better by suffusing each track with an unmistakable serenity, reckoning with the problem. It's a credit to these unsung talents from the wilderness of New York that they've been able to craft an EP of such power and grace that all I'm left with is the pseudo-intellectual drivel you just waded through".

I won't even attempt 'pseudo-intellectual drivel' but I will say, a better post punk, post modern, post what ever-the-fuck you want band I have yet to hear. Arcade Fire, Bloc Party and all other newcomers have fallen short. I won't bore you with superlatives just advice; if you haven't done so already, go out and buy 'Turn on the Bright Lights' and their second album 'Antics' the next time you walk into a record store.


Published by Padraig.  

Thursday, March 02, 2006 

Portrait of a misspent few months

For me, it's a love/hate thing. Like my treatment of so many other objects and subjects, I either dismiss or approve in an instant. Others are not so flimsy in their treatment of life's second to most important pastime.

As Kevin sagaciously points out, reading the classics is like eating porridge; it's horrible but you know it's good for you. My ongoing battle with Henry James's The Portrait of a Lady has driven me to the edge of unfinished book hell. What would I say to this literary genius if I had the opportunity? "Get to the friggin' point". That's what I would have said. I picked this book up in Wellington, New Zealand last December and have only picked it up handful of times since.

I used to cry when my mother made me eat porridge. It's like she's standing over me once again with a Penguin Classic in her hand this time instead of a wooden spoon.


Published by Colm.  

 

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