Danny Boy

And now I'm feeling homesick.

Ah sure Ted, we're havin' an oul' vote

I'm moving to Laois or Offaly just so I can vote for this guy. His election song shows that Irish politics isn't just about brown paper envelopes and tribunals.

Beacons at Bealtaine

Like ancient beacons signalling, peak to peak,
From middle sea to north sea, shining clear.
As phoenix flame upon fionn uisce here.

Seamus Heaney

Incipit Liber Primus

Well here it is - a diary I've been planning to keep for the past god-knows how long. Hopefully Bloger will make it a little simpler than writing a lot of bloody html.

Just back to Cambridge from a weekend home in Dublin where much alcohol was imbibed and many brain cells destroyed. The only problem was Ryanair - The Low Service Airline. I got into Stansted Airport in plenty of time for my 7:10pm flight when it was delayed, not for fifty minutes, not even for an hour, but for four long hours. Airports are depressing places at the best of times, but having to wait until 11:30pm while three flights to Dublin leave ahead of you, without even a cup of tea from the airline is enough to make you go looking for the nearest clock tower.

Bah!