Severe Jam Damage

They scrobbled me in the park the bastards - and then tried to kill me in the mountains.

We went for a walk on Saturday after a night on the beer (or in my case rum, whisk(e)y and champagne.)

On the map above you can see where the planned route runs - basically around the top of the mountain to the JB Malone memorial, a peek down at Lough Tay and then close the loop back to the car park.

EXCEPT that somewhere along the way a detour was taken, and then another detour - and our ‘gentle 2 hour stroll’ turned into a tromp all over Ballinasloe.

I still think it was a trap and if we’d followed the Coillte detour right to the end we’d have ended up in some hillman’s cooking pot.

Map Legend:
Black path - correct path we should have taken
Red path - our detour(s) and backtracking
Blue path - briefly lost the Gurrier when he legged it into the woods
Lego Cop and mini - the slowest cop chase ever witnessed, even slower than OJ.
Skull and Bones - destroyed forest land aka ‘Coillte was here, ok?’ aka ‘Mordor’

I can’t see any of the Capuchin Friars from Church st doing this…

Because construction sites need prettification too.

1809 - Edward Jordan hanged for piracy in Halifax, Nova Scotia. His body was tarred and hung from a gibbet as a warning to others.
1887 - Boris Karloff was born.
1889 - the jukebox made its debut in the Palais Royale Saloon in San Francisco.
1936 - first edition of LIFE magazine is published.
1963 - first broadcast of Dr. Who.
1963 - Linden Johnson takes over position of US President.
1985 - EgyptAir Flight 648 is hijacked by the Abu Nidal Organization resulting in the deaths of 60 people.
1990 - Roald Dahl dies.
1996 - Ethiopian Airlines flight 961 crashes into the sea after being hijacked and running out of fuel. Over 100 people die.
2003 - Shevardnadze resigns as president of Georgia.
2006 - Alexander Litvinenko dies of radiation poisoning.

I don’t know what is more disturbing about this. The really bad voiceover at the end or the ‘bearded’ milk carton.
Clicky Link

Dustin is representing Ireland in the Eurovision this year. I laughed my ass off through the performance last night. RTE went back to the old way of picking a song and this is what the public voted in - given the other choices, Dustin was really the only way to go. Dana was disgusted, Louis made a crack about the fact that Dustin is RTE and it was an RTE show, and Maria (the girl who won for Serbia last year) almost fell off her chair with laughter and kept calling him a ‘duck’.
Priceless…

Nothing going on here today, but if you want a bit of a laugh try the lads at CurryChips.

Normal service will be resumed when I get some spare time.

Here is a link to a rather innocuous newspaper article.

However, it is the comments section that really made me snigger…

samples:

‘They are a nuisance, and also the flying wizards of Satan. There, I’ve said it.’

‘This is preposterous! Pigeons performed a vital role in assisting communications in both World Wars and should therefore be encouraged to breed in higher numbers in order to remind us that we must never forget. Perhaps the money would be better spent erecting a large memorial of a Rock Pigeon or perhaps a Feral Pigeon - I’ll leave that decision to the council. I don’t think a Wood Pigeon memorial would be particularly appropriate because I don’t think they did too much for us during the war. Other than food.’

I myself have never been attacked by a pigeon, nor indeed defecated upon by such a feathered being, but I feel it is my duty to point out to certain contributors to this discussion that it is no laughing matter to be on the receiving end of pests and vermin. Just the other day, for example, I was held prisoner in my own home by a violent squirrel who demanded I perform certain “acts” in order to regain my freedom. I was shamed. But the most shameful thing is, I secretly enjoyed it. How wrong is that?

I AM BARRISTER MOSES UKABANJO FROM LAGOS NIGERIA AND I NEED TO TRANSFER 35 MILLION PIGEONS OUT OF MY COUNTRY

I’ve gotten some spam comments here and the ‘name’ of the user is ‘For god’s sake STOP GOING TO CATHOLIC CHURCH’ and the email address is ‘andstopyourparents’@iamspam.com.

As some of you may know I spent (some of) my formative years in a small town in Nova Scotia. Well actually we lived in a township -which I think is the only way to put it - called Falmouth. This place was so small that our entire address was:
The family name
Falmouth
RR2 (RR standing for ‘rural route’)

Windsor was the ‘big town’ next door and my, wasn’t it the epitome of style and sophistication. It had a Sobeys! It had a Co-Op! It even had a drive-in A&W!

And now ladies and gents it has The Pumpkin Regatta. In which grown men (and women) carve out pumpkins and try to make their way across Lake Pesaquid.

Holy shit! (sorry got side-tracked there.) I’ve found an article in the Chronicle Herald (Halifax newspaper) about it and it mentions a fella I used to go to school with. Now that’s a blast from the past.

Anyway, sorry where was I? Oh yes, the Pumpkin Regatta. It’s only been running for 7 years so I’ve never seen the damn thing. I blame it all on that Howard Dill fella. I remember when he was winning ‘huge punkin’ contests all over the place. It got so you couldn’t go anywhere: The Dairy Treat, the Met, even Ed’s (the local shop) without seeing that photo of Howie with his three grandkids sitting inside his huge pumpkin.

*photo from http://www.worldsbiggestpumpkins.com/