Who’ll give me a car for a spent AA battery?
Nothing at all to do with Northern Ireland politics or culture, but I thought this was quite fun.
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Help me with the West Wing: Essential viewing or Party Political Broadcast?
Having somehow managed to avoid watching a single episode of the widely praised West Wing TV series I was delighted to discover the entire Box set in my Christmas stocking – and with enough spare time over the holidays to give it a good lash. But with 10 episodes of the first series under my [...] read our review »
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Turas, by Colin Neill – a story of strangers in a strange land
Colin Neill’s first novel Turas peeks into a world in which many Ulster Protestants feel uncomfortable. It’s 2020 and the Irish unification that unionists and loyalists confidently predicted would never happen has become a reality. President Adams is ensconced in Phoenix Park. The newsreader reported that … a short ceremony at Stormont had confirmed the [...] read our review »
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Debating the Churches’ Role in the Peace in Northern Ireland
This morning’s Sunday Sequence featured a substantial debate (about 35 minutes into the recorded programme) on a new book,Religion, Civil Society and Peace in Northern Ireland (Oxford University Press 2011), written by sociologists John Brewer, Gareth Higgins and Francis Teeney. The debate was framed in an opening vignette by presenter William Crawley in uncompromising terms, [...] read our review »
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Deja -vu ? I knew I’d seen that before somewhere.
Who’ll give me a car for a spent AA battery?
At those prices you’ll need to go to Moose Jaw or Saskatoon.
Elliot Lake is cheaper
But you will have to live with the Uranium mines tailings
But you will have to live with the Uranium mines tailings………
and never need a night lite.
Thanks for that, Michael. A very heart-warming tale indeed and cheered me up after the dreariness of all the Twalfth brouhaha.
I thought how appropriate his new home is to be in a town called Kipling as his adventure might have been inspired by the spirit of the UK’s favourite poem (if not mine), Rudyard Kipling’s If.
I’m inspired.
I’ll swap Herself for Catherine Zeta-Jones.
Oh, God! Herself was peeking over me shoulder just earlier. She just ‘harrumphed’ and said “Tell the I’ll sawp you for any another useless old drunkard, provided he can at least dance the Polka”.
Since she has never before expressed any interest in Polish dance I don’t quite know what to make of this remark.
Rory
cha cha cha
What about the Texan Two Step?