FLEE, FRIGHT, FIGHT AND FLIGHT


  What a wonderous thing is the human body – as wonderous a thing as a pelican (his beak can hold more than his belly can.)   Two days ago, on Sunday, the Feast of St Brigid, in Ireland called the first day of Spring,...

Berlin, A Quiet Saturday


In Berlin there are so many bloggers, so many artists, so many little photographers (with and without blue hair) that everything is constantly documented.       According to intel from Tim (Strangely Strange) Booth, a supermarket had recently opened in Berlin called “Original Unverpakt”...

Black Boots, Black Friday


To-day is Friday.   I am Irish, I write a blog. I can say anything I want. I don’t say everything I want because a lot of the words used in diatribes and in anger are ugly – particularly when used by those who are...

JESUS CHARLIE


Regarded as the dominant Irish politician of his generation, as well as the most controversial, Charles J. Haughey (1925 –2006) was first elected to Dáil Eirean (the Irish Parliament) in 1957 and was re-elected representing Dublin constituencies in every subsequent election until 1992.  His career...

The Eight Weeks of Christmas: The Fox and the Sloth.


I love the wonderful, dead quiet days immediately after Christmas, when a wine bottle and a chocolate box are always open, the house is warm and glowing with lights on greenery and sometimes it even snows to add to the silence.   I have described...

The Eight Weeks of Christmas. It wasn’t us, Honestly, we Paid…….


  That’s the trouble with Christmas; in early November one thinks December 25th is a long way away yet and even if there is a lot to do, there is plenty of time.   But around the mid-twentieth century when the Americans began panicking that...

The Eight Weeks of Christmas: I’m Going Vac-packed for Christmas….


Oh the ignominy! To be put on the back of a donkey and trudged over high roads and no roads just  before giving birth…..poor Mary.   These being modern times, I have just vacuum packed the entire crib/creche/manger, complete with Kings (who don’t mind long...

Eight Weeks of Christmas 2. Martinmas November 11th.


  Martinmas and Armistice Day. Martinmas was considered the first day of Winter, and meteorologically “if the geese at Martin’s Day stand on ice, they will walk on mud at Christmas.” There is word of a Polar Vortex which is about to hit the East...

The Eight Weeks of Christmas


  It is the fading of the year. The clocks have gone back, and with the evenings dark and long we have started lighting a fire, the woodpile is neat and full against the house and the logs are dry. There is snow on our...

Polar Bears and Peacocks….or How to Choose a Bank


  A friend posted yesterday the musings of her young step-daughter: “I like my cities. I like my sisters. I like peacocks when it snows on them.”   When we bought a place in Berlin some years back, we had to choose a bank to...
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