Gypsy Woman Calls
We had regular begging calls at home in The Meadow from the Tinkers – or gypsies or Travelling People – back in the 1950s.
FSA results, Co Down 2010-11
The Food Standards Agency send Inspectors regularly to assess the hygiene standards in public establishments where food is stored, processed and served to the public.
Mick Daley’s Goat
This incident of the Lost Goat actually happened …
sadly all the people concerned have passed on ….
An Inspector Calls …
After three years at University and a year of teacher training, which included three extended stints of ‘teaching practice’ in a variety of schools, I finally faced a class of teenage boys alone, and literally shook with trepidation.
1916: penultimate
There were proper English soldiers from an adjoining camp who were occasionally sent as guards to watch over us. They became friendly with our men and often took letters to pass on for them.
Midsummer Music
Thursday week is midsummer’s day and, as usual Newry Chamber Music is hosting a classical concert in celebration!
Frongach: Camp Training
The sentries were mostly over-age for war work. They carried shotguns. At night you could hear them call out each hour:
‘Number One. All is well!’
Drunk Queen
I agree she should have apologised and paid reparations. But inflicting Westlife on…
Guinness is good for you
Some say that Guinness isn’t as strong as it once was.
I disagree.
In fact, I think it should come with a health warning,
especially for those who aren’t used to it.
My barber debut!
Back at home now, I noted that my father was still at work and my mother had gone to town to collect the ‘Family Allowance’. I wouldn’t get a better chance that this!
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The civil Barber
There was a battery of bone-handled shaving brushes of the cylindrical variety on display on the narrow counter at chest height before him and from these Hugh Gorman chose one with short, white-tipped, horse-hair bristles.
McGinn
Last evening at Newry Film Club we enjoyed an unusual offering “Departures” which focused on death, its meaning and how the ‘crossing’ causes us to reflect on the meaning of life.
The following poem by James Patterson has ‘McGinn’ observing, and reflecting upon his own lifeless corpse.
Haircuts: Charlie McGrath
Sadly I don’t have enough hair left now on my head to occupy any barber for more than a few minutes – but there was a time when I could rival Jedward for high-rising quiffs.