Despite the snobbish undertones, the BBC's recent Electric Proms can only be considered an oasis in a barren landscape. Hyped beyond reason, it dared to showcase real talent at venues where the attendees were more interested in drinking sparkling water (that was me) and lattés than London Pride.

It was also an attempt to prove that, freed from music industry shackles, artists can be eh, em ... artistic. Take for example Damon Albarn's hugely popular current project where the band includes former Clash bassist Paul Simonon, ex Verve member Simon Tong and drummer Tony Allen. I say "the band" because they haven't come up with a name yet. How terrifically post-modern? More uppetiness can be seen in their move to release a single "Herculean" today (October 30th) and delete it in the same day. You can download that single over here.

But what they did last Thursday night in Camden was good. You can see their performance of The Good, the Bad and the Queen for yourself by streaming the show (only available until next weekend). This sort of event at the Roundhouse really suited Albarn's experimental side. What he did with Gorillaz was new and the freshness of this new project is unmistakeable. Albarn versus Gallagher was never even a contest for me in the 90s anyway. Where was Noel Gallagher this week? It seems that Oasis are taking a break.



I went along to the said venue on Friday night to see if the Godfather of Soul really could shake those arthritis blues that one would expect to get at the age of 73. Max Beasley joined the stage to accompany Brown on piano for his rendition of Georgia. Unfortunately, he was more clapped out old rusty machine than Sex Machine. As expected, his biggest hit was the closer. It's more the pity that James Brown himself didn't even sing it.

The night didn't pass by without seeing one of my own favourite legends of music. Stood beside me on the footpath clutching his guitar case before the gig was the hurdy gurdy man himself,Donovan, fresh from playing a set in front of a small audience at one of the Roundhouse stages.

tags:[tagname]

Published by Colm.  

Written by Francie, a regular In Fact, Ah commenter

So this year's International Rules series is almost upon us, with the first leg game set for the lights of Galway this Saturday evening. The second leg will be played on Sunday the 5th in Croke Park. It's the first time a series match has been played outside Dublin (and also under flood-lights). Saturday's game is already going down in the history books, albeit for the right reasons.

To this commentator, the series is a complete waste of time and harmful for our GAA players. One only has to look at the clip below to witness the punishment these professional AFL players dish out to them. And enjoy doing so at the same time. For them, it was a medium for taking out their anger after a long hard season on innocent little lambs, safe in the knowledge that they would not be reprimanded for doing so.

Thankfully, this has changed following on from last year's disgraceful tackles. AFL players can now be disciplined as if it were a normal AFL game for any misbehaviour.

While the series is a nice cash cow for the GAA, (Pearse Stadium game is a sell-out and Croke Park is heading that way), the focus should be on the wellbeing of the people who make the GAA what it is; i.e. the players. Already, they give up so much of their personal time each year to both club and county on a voluntary basis.

It's to be conceded that county players do get travelling expenses and other subsidies, but this pales in comparison to the salary of even the lowest earners in the AFL. So to ask them to pull on an Irish jersey and play a team who are far superior to them in terms of preparation is mind-boggling. We'd all love to be in their position (well me anyway), to be representing your country and to have the opportunity to prove yourself against greater opposition and just maybe beat them.

But if one were to think of the possible fallouts, the dream slowly becomes a nightmare. How an Irish player hasn't received a career-ending injury in this series to date, defies logic. The series also provides a shop window for AFL clubs to purchase/poach our best GAA players.

We all love watching the series, especially the fights, but put yourself in a player's boots. Imagine running, ball-in-hand, when out of the corner your eye you see a 6 ft, 13 stone-plus Aussie, intent on crealing you. Then WHAACCCKKK..THHHUDDD…. You pray you can get up, don'’t you???



tags:compromise rules

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We all receive emails that we'd prefer didn't make it into our inboxes. God knows, if one was of a sufferer of paranoia, you'd be convinced that it would worth paying to add a few inches and investing in some Nigerian oil scheme.

So when Thinkhouse PR kept sending unwanted emails to Ireland Offline's email address, Damien Mulley complained to the Data Protection Commissioner requesting that they investigate. According to Thinkhouse PR's Managing Director, the DPC felt compelled to apologise to them for having to investigate this trivial complaint of abuse, made by a blogger of all people.

Meanwhile Damo's post has mysteriously disappeared from Google's SERPs but still appear on Yahoo! and MSN.

The DPC then told the bold kids to behave and never do it again. Unfortunately, they forgot to threaten to cancel playtime the next time it happens. So it seems every bold kid is allowed to pick on one of the small kids and not face the consequences.

Here is the full text of his original complaint ...

I’m writing to make a formal complaint against Thinkhouse PR for continually sending unsolicited emails to one of my email accounts despite being asked not to. The email account in question is info [at] irelandoffline.org a part-time non-commercial voluntary group.

Enclosed are 5 sets of documents. Thinkhouse contacted info@irelandoffline.org (which is shared with a colleague John Timmons) initially on behalf of their client Imagine who were releasing a new broadband product. We did not ask to be put on further email distributions for Imagine or for anyone else.

Despite this, on Fri August 4th Jane McDonald from Thinkhouse sent an email promoting an initiative from Ben and Jerry’s. (See document No. 2) Ben and Jerry’s are a client of Thinkhouse. My reply to this unsolicited email is at the end of the document.

Jane McDonald replied to this (see document No. 3) and gave the excuse that there was some kind of slip and my email address was put into a personal circular. I would not consider it was a personal mail. Jane seems to suggest that Thinkhouse are aware of spamming laws.

On August 18th Thinkhouse PR sent me another mail, a press release for the mobile phone operator “3”. (See document no. 4. This document is the back and forth communication between myself and Thinkhouse PR.) At the top of the document is a communication from Jane McDonald telling me once again I’m off everyone’s list after I again requested it. Jane also admits to using my email address without permission to add me to their mailing lists.

On August 22nd (see document No. 5) Andrea Horan from Thinkhouse PR again sent me a PR, this time for another of their clients. This one for Moviestar.ie.

I wish for the Data Protection Commissioner to investigate this and carry out a prosecution if needs be. I am willing to travel to Dublin, I am willing to make a written statement and I am willing to testify in Court if the need arises. Thinkhouse PR is contravening the Irish Spam Legislation and it is totally disregarding my repeated requests to stop being sent information. I have also asked for my contact details to be removed from their systems and this has been disregarded too.

Please contact me on receipt of this complaint. Contact details are above.
Regards,
Damien Mulley
tags:thinkhouse pr

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There's a long way to go till early October next year for Rugby fans. Presuming Ireland can get out of the Rugby World Cup 2007 "group of death" we'll either be playing most likely NZ in Cardiff on the 6th or Italy/Scotland in Stade de France on the 7th in a quarter final. There's a big gulf between those two choices and it hinges on finishing first or second in our group. Anything less than a semi-final performance of note would see us leaving something behind. With an opening group including Argentina and France, nothing more in the line of a fear factor is required for motivation.

This weekend marks the opening of hostilities in true anger for Ireland's international players following an IRFU-pampered "easing" into the 2006/2007 season. It's not an exageration to say this is a season which should be defining for some of Irish sport's few and far between truely world class products. I've no doubt O'Driscoll and O'Connell et al would not be as nauseated by my far sighted paragraph above as some readers are likely to be. The IRFU's planning and scheduling in terms of player managment for this WC season has already been put into execution. How much an edge they can wring from their often lauded structure and control of their players remains to be seen.

In the spring we have another bite at the "easy" Grand Slam, with France and England both due to visit Ireland. In this contest, anything less than the ultimate prize will also be rightly lamented. The Croke Park factor adds some icing to the top of what will be a pivotal psychological building block to September.

So then to the minor details. The Heineken Cup, devoid of live RTE coverage from Thomond Park for the first time, should see the silent Television plus RTE radio option exercised like never before. I'm sticking my head far out on the block, but I fancy Leinster to go a little further than last season this year. God knows they have the pristine talent to do it. Although the tight five (or those two locking it in particular) look vulnerable, Leinster if anyone are a team who can turn Rugby 101 on its head as they've proved in the past that backs can win games. Their ability to dispose of teams without a bountiful supply of quality possession speaks volumes for the truly scintilating talent they have from 10 out. It is worth remembering that last season was Cheika and Knox's first in charge, a fact that could easily be forgotten given some of their highlights from last season. With the addition (or traitorous defection?) of Keogh and the continued progress of Heaslip (What price the eight for that match in October next year?) coupled with the potential devestation Gleeson can wreak, they'll certainly fancy competing with many sides in the back row department also.

Munster, well I don't need to write too much there, I think Neil Francis put it best last Sunday "..I expect a close loss in Welford in a really friendly game and then five straight victories including a win in Bourgoin. Sure you know the rest yourselves . . . Thomond, frenzy, eaten whole etc. Born to be wild."

My hunch for the mouthwatering weekend ahead would be for Ulster to scalp Toulouse at Ravenhill, such a result would be a serious attempt at breaching the French destroyer below the water line early in the tournament.

Whatever way you dice it, there's not going to be too many quiet weeks for the next twelve months in the Irish Rugby fan's life.

tags: rugby

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It has been a gig that I've looked forward to for months; the Raconteurs at the Brixton Academy. Alas, my non-attendance tomorrow evening can be attributed directly to the incompetence of Secure Mail Services, a licensed postal operator here in the UK, and SeeTickets, a ticket vendor for music events and theatre etc. If you've got the time, bear with me on this ...

On Aug 21st I purchased three tickets for the aforementioned gig at seetickets.com. I arranged for the tickets to be delivered to my work address as I was informed by the SeeTickets site that I might need to sign for them.

Three weeks later and still no sign of these tickets. I rang SeeTickets to enquire about my order and was told that they had been delivered to my work address on Sept 5th at 9.48am but that I should have been the only person who could have signed for them. Not to worry I thought, somebody has signed for them downstairs and they'll be waiting for me in the postroom or at reception. Wrong. Nobody knew anything of this delivery.

Another call to SeeTickets was made requesting a copy of the manifest (delivery docket with signature) to see who exactly signed for these tickets. A few weeks later, a photocopy of this document (minus the date??) was sent. According to the manifest, a person called S Ross-Harding signed for the tickets. Unfortunately, no such person exists in my work building. Things looked bad. Where was my comeback?

SeeTickets refused to do anything for me, laying the blame squarely at Secure Mail Services door. I was enraged that I had been told that my signature would be necessary by one of their reps and that it wasn't by a supervisor called Tess. They would not cancel the tickets and reisssue new ones either because they were for unreserved seating.

Secure Mail Services were now on my radar. I made a complaint on September 27th with them and by October 16th had not receive any update. Customer service clearly is not top of their agenda. I called again (this was about my 15th telephone call on this) and was put on hold for 20 mins. They attempted to transfer me to a supervisor and my call was instantly disconnected. I called back and was told that nobody was available to talk to me. They promised to call back the next morning.

This they did and promptly told me that there was nothing they could do.

The situation is this. Signing for a package is pointless when a courier can ask anybody to sign for it. They may as well call it the "Sorry-to-bother-you-on-the-street-random-person, but-can-you-sign-for-this-securely-delivered-package" service. They simply don't care.

But they've picked on the wrong person. The money (£75) is not an issue now. It's their disgusting attitude to customer service and in particular their handling of my case that I'm now fighting for. The manifest effectively proves that the ticket was not delivered to my building. CCTV footage will back up this theory. I'm willing to go to court on this one. Mastercard have been contacted and I'm looking into cancelling the payment. Postcomm will be receiving written complaints in the coming days. Although, I'm utterly exhausted, frustrated, pissed off, and bordering on upset by this battle, I'm going to see it through. This isn't over, not by a long shot.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm the unluckiest person alive when it comes to buying tickets for events. Don't even talk to me about the World Cup semi-final ...

tags:seetickets, secure mail services

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It’s a little more than a month since I picked up the best album of 2006, Asobi Seksu’s Citrus. This is a dazzling record in my humble opinion and I’m more than a little surprised that it hasn’t been mentioned elsewhere on the pages of my musically sagacious comrades of the boggersphere.

Asobi Seksu are a four piece New York shoegaze pop outfit and Citrus is their sophomore album. The group hinges on the axis of Yuki Chikudate’s keyboard and vocal talents and James Hanna’s enthralling guitar. All the members count themselves New Yorkers, however Yuki spent a childhood in California and is second generation Japanese.





If you can’t feel the synaesthetic warmth immediately from the red and orange album cover, then you’ll surely get your sensory wires crossed when Hanna’s guitar starts humming along to Yuki’s angelic vocals. In a reversal of their original MO Yuki is very much the vocal lead, but Hanna does chip in with some more than useful contributions also. With the synth thrown into the mix your brain can’t help but float awash in the same warm coloured beatific glow.

Yuki sings sometimes in Japense, sometimes in English and her vocal instrument is never far from the fulcrum of each track. As with all records possessing the holy grail of longevity this 12 track album has a rewarding cadence. The ordering and tempo of the songs betrays a fundamental crafting of the album to provide more than a simple collection of tracks.

The Intro and Strawberries build nicely before the album takes off at full speed, like a raucous convertible on a sweet summery evening. From then, there are maybe two instances when the rev counter lulls dreamily out of the red, just long enough to catch your breath. There is no filler here. Everyone will have to pick their high point, it's a difficult task. In particular, I reach for the repeat button on Pink Cloud Tracing Paper.

It’s refreshing to see a contemporary band flying the shoegaze flag full mast. The prospect of all those top order interview questions and reviews laced with the inevitable elephantine comparisons to the colossuses of the genre from the late 80s and early 90s must surely put some aspiring acts off. As Hanna said recently in an interview “I think writers are having a contest on Citrus to see who can name drop the more obscure dream pop band.”

While Soffia Coppola may well lament that whatever Kevin Shields Lost In Translation might have been easily found by Yuki and Asobi Seksu, this band display enough sharp pop acumen to keep their heads well above water in the spate of cumbersomely written but ultimately kind critiques. Their greatest success is spiking the searing distortion which is the shoegaze signature sound with pop immediacy.



Asobi Seksu - Thursday



Asobi Seksu, that’s Japanese for Playful Sex. Go and get some, now.


tags: music, asobi seksu

Published by Paul.  

MADonna rescues a poor black boy from Africa using a private jet and some bodyguards. Let's hope she doesn't make him wear those white spiral boobs things.

Foreign Direct Investment for Ireland slumps from 2004 figures.

Dublin's Metro newspaper accused of plagiarising Irish blogger's photo.

Act all intelligent and shit - buy a moleskin. I did.

tags:linkage

Published by Colm.  

In case it wasn't crystal clear already, I retract everything negative I have ever said about the Eurovision.

Fire, Hot Chick, Monsters, Levitation, Head Crushing. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT!?





tags: music

Published by Paul.  

Published by Colm.  

This post in inspired by the latest Irish blog, beaut.ie ...

Looking up some domain names on Hosting365.ie. Here are some of the available names you can register with a .ie country code TLD ...

www.cock.ie
www.bert.ie
www.doolal.ie
www.pav.ie

and of course,

www.fann.ie

tags:domain

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Bizarre. An iPod flashmob descended on Liverpool St station in London last Wednesday. They call it mobile clubbing.

These were the rules ...

11TH OCTOBER 2006
19.24
LIVERPOOL STREET STATION
---------------------------------------
RULES:
BRING FAVOURITE DANCE MUSIC AND WALKMAN/IPOD WITH YOU
ARRIVE AT THE STATION AROUND 19.15
NO DANCING BEFORE 19.24
SPREAD OUT THROUGH THE WHOLE CONCOURSE
AS SOON AS THE CLOCK STRIKES 19.24, DANCE LIKE CRAZY
DANCE LIKE YOU'VE NEVER DANCED BEFORE
TRY NOT TO DANCE IN ONE PLACE
DANCE FOR AS LONG AS YOU CAN
ENJOY!
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tags:flashmob

Published by Colm.  

I was going to write something today but the paraskevidekatriaphobia is stifling, I think it's time to go back to bed.

Do any of you suffer?

tags:Paraskevidekatriaphobia

Published by Paul.  

To be honest, I always knew there was something wrong with Garden State.



Get yourself to TrailerMash to see the rest.

Http://www.thetrailermash.com

And if you don't find "Shining" or "West Side Story" trouser-wetting funny then you should check your pulse.

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Like Redmum, if I don't post this now I never will ...

It was great to meet some of the old reliables (Dick, Damien and Kevin) on Saturday. The story told by Dick about my name still being on a pole in Merrion Square cracked me up. He figured that it's there since the night of the blogging awards last March. I have no recollection of taking off my nametag that night.

What a venue for the Blogging the Election conference? The Digital Hub impresses the eye as can be verified by Redmum's photos. First to grace the stage was one-time blogger Richard Delevan, now Business Editor for the Tribune.

We had three politicians then speak about their experiences using the medium as a means for vote getting and for reaching the electorate. I was very impressed by Green TD Ciaran Cuffe. It was hard not to warm to his public speaking ability.

The headline act for the day was Guido Fawkes. Like so many other political bloggers, Guido prides himself on tripping up the political establishment. He was responsible for the recent leaking of the name of John Prescott's mistress. Apparently, if Guido's site ever goes down, all he has to do is call Google (he uses Blogger). Impressive stuff, even if we did hear him say it one time too many throughout the day.

There's no doubt about it but Simon McGarr was the star of the show. I couldn't help notice the beads of sweat form on Roger Galligan's brow (Irishblogs.ie) as Simon talked about how a libel action can cost the price of a house in Dublin. It was at that moment that I wished everybody in the room wrote something libellous about me.


Kudos to Cian, Suzy, Damien and Mick for organising the event. Had some interesting conversations with the gregarious Copernicus, the very lovely Redmum, CedarLounge and various others.

Some final points. Guido made some remark about how podcasting is dead and yesterday's news. Considering that Forrester have said that podcasting will grow to 12.3 million households in the US by 2010, I think that Guy's news of it's demise is greatly exaggerated. I was expecting Bernie to make a comment from the floor in riposte, but it never came. On this very topic of podcasting, you heard it here first that In Fact, Ah are about to make our podcasting debut. Watch (hear) this space.

Finally, El Commandant P, you are required to restart the biscuit series. I haven't seen a reaction like it since RTE dropped Glenroe. Blogger after blogger expressed their disappointment at its discontinuation. Can you not resurrect this wonderful series?

tags:irishblogcon

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Paul Hunter 1978 - 2006


I was shocked to learn of the death of Paul Hunter at the age of 27 this evening. He was one of those rarities in the game of snooker, media friendly, camera-loving but with the talent to back it up.

He has left the snooker world with some legendary memories including 3 Masters final 10-9 victories and one of the most memorable matches of the decade for Irish snooker fans in his 17-16 defeat to Ken Doherty in the 2003 World Championship semi-final.

The manner in which he fought such an agressive cancer and continued to play during his treatment was a testament to the character of a man who many liked to knock because of his image and success.

In light of the sporting related despair going around after Cyprusgate, Hunter's tragic illness and death brings some welcome perspective for this sports fan.

"Sex was the last thing on my mind. I just wasn't in the mood. But I had to do something to break the tension. It was a quick session - around 10 minutes or so - but I felt great afterwards. She jumped in the bath, I had a kip and then played like a dream. I reeled off four centuries in six frames. I won easily." - Paul Hunter, on the interval in his first Masters final victory which took place while he was 6-2 down. He won the match 10-9 against Fergal O'Brien.


EDIT: You may donate to a cancer charity which Paul Hunter did fundraising work for while he was alive and which his family have stated as his chosen charity. Donate here.

tags:paul hunter

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The other night I went along to see 'The Exonerated' at the Liberty Hall Center on Dublin's Eden Quay. The Exonerated is a true story about 6 innocent people wrongly convicted of murder and sentenced to death in American courts. Each story is as shocking and chilling as the next in what is an utter indictment to the legal system in the land which champions equality and freedom for all. As the play progresses we learn of each persons journey from the initial arrest, to forced confessions, police brutality, judicial incompetence and unlawful detention, culminating in the terrifying wait on death row. The overriding theme is that these are ordinary, mainly poor people who have suffered great injustice at the hands of a state.

Each story is told in a rather unconventional manner with the cast of ten sitting in a row on stage with a spot light shining on them as they speak. The stories interweave, with actors taking on multiple roles. All the monologue and dialogue is that of actual, spoken and written word sourced from diaries, court reports and interviews with each character. It makes for a compelling and gripping story but is not short of some wry wit and thoughtful insights either. The addition of Sunny Jacobs who plays herself adds an extra poignancy to the show. Now in her sixties and living in the west of Ireland, she spent 17 years in prison, five of them on death row along with her husband who was executed for a crime they did not commit .

It is a compelling play which most certainly had an impact on me and fully deserved the standing ovation it received at the end. I'm not sure if there are any tickets still available but I would highly recommend checking it out if you can.


tags:Exonerated

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You probably thought this was going to be a scathing attack on Stan? I'm not going to do that. Instead, i'd like to focus on TV3's post-match analysis on Saturday evening. The following are quotes from Ronnie Whelan:

On the goal where Kenny failed to come off his line, then belatedly did.
"it wasn't Paddy Kenny's fault...well...in the end it was".

On the lack of leadership:
"leadership comes from everyone".

These are only the comments I can remember. Who needs Apres Match when we have these clowns?


tags:[tagname]

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The ‘Teflon Taoiseach’ has, without doubt, suffered the most bruising two weeks of his political career. While it looks unlikely that he will resign or that the government will disintegrate over this affair, just as a frying pan that has been abused by a spatula, Bertie Ahern’s famed Teflon coating has most certainly begun to peel.

Let’s briefly examine the facts that have been made available:
• Ahern received €50,000+ as a loan from various businessmen in 1993/94, ostensibly for the purpose of paying legal fees arising from his marriage separation. One such cheque was drawn on a company account. Eventually, this weekend past, Ahern paid back the monies in full, with interest.
• £8,000 was paid to him as a gift for giving a speech to a group of Irish businessmen in Manchester. Ahern claims this was a private function and he was not acting in his capacity as Minister for Finance.
• When Ahern was asked if any of his benefactors received political favours as a result of their donations/gifts/loans he replied “I might have appointed somebody but I appointed them because they were friends, em, not because of anything they had given me”.
• Ahern claims he had no bank account from the years 1986 to 1993.


It appears from the above facts that Bertie Ahern has not broken any legal/ethics codes set out by the state. If this was the case then every member of the opposition would have been calling for his resignation (the only member to do so was Socialist Party TD Joe Higgins). It is clear, however, that much of what he has stated leaves him open to severe criticism. For example, appointments to state bodies should be judged on merit, not by how many times you've watched a United game with the person over a pint of Bass. Also, the assertion that you can address a group of Irish businessmen on the state of the Irish economy while Minister for Finance and then claim you acted in a personal capacity is laughable.

The opposition have focused on obvious inconsistencies between Ahern’s statements on payments to politicians and his own private dealings with businessmen. His oft-quoted speech on not being “financially beholden to any individual” has rightly been seized upon by the opposition. This focus has the net affect of sullying the Taoiseach’s image as a squeaky-clean, down-to-earth, Bass drinking Joe Soap.

One cannot help thinking that the opposition could ask further, perhaps more incisive questions. For example, during the Michael Lowry scandal, when Lowry claimed he had received a loan and not a gift, Ahern demanded proof that this was indeed the case. Nobody has demanded similar proof from the Taoiseach. In addition, nobody has seriously pressed the Taoiseach with regard to the suggestion that a man in charge of the state’s finances could not even manage to adequately invest €50,000, instead choosing to keep it in his own possession.

Undoubtedly, Bertie’s Teflon is in need of a new coating. We can be sure that the spin doctors within Fianna Fail will be working overtime to accomplish this in time for the election next year. If Bertie’s image is sufficiently tarnished to the extent that his face could not be used on every billboard in the country, it will be a huge loss for Fianna Fail’s chances of retaining power.

UPDATE: Sorry for writing on your post El P, but I think people should go over here to the Swearing Lady and sing her song about this whole affair.

tags:[Teflon Taoiseach]

Published by El Commandant P.  

My evening's digest of television and Internet is definitely not the best preparation for an impending flight on Friday. The BBC's wonderful Horizon show "Survivor's Guide to Plane Crashes" had me rivoted from start to finish.

Did you know that ...

- 3 million people fly every day
- over 90% of crashes have survivors
- some planes have airbags
- inflating your life jacket before exiting the wreckage can severely hamper your chances of survival
- a woman called Mercedes survived a plane. Having a name like that, is it any great surprise?

Over at Memex 1.1, the ever-interesting Guardian journo John Naughton points to an article written in the NY Times by one of its reporters who happened to be on the plane that clipped the recently downed Boeing 737 in Brazil.

tags:plane crash

Published by Colm.  

http://www.deliverusfromevilthemovie.com/

tags:film

Published by Paul.  

It's amazing how swiftly the seasons decide to take turns. Walking through the Mall this evening and across St James' Park, an unnerving, yet unmistakable cold autumn wind blew into my eyes inducing tears that stretched across to my ears. Last night too, I needed to pull my arms beneath the covers - something I haven't had to do in at least six months.

My walk home takes me from through Piccadilly Circus, down to Waterloo Place, across the Mall, around Westminster Abbey and along the Thames. The route still fascinates me. For some bizarre reason, I still consider myself a tourist here; it's probably due to my relative lack of knowledge of the city.


tags:london

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