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Back from Bath Enga-lond yest arvo. We live (as you read on the side>>>bar)
half way up a mountain in the Sunny South East of Ireland. As a fine example of vernacular architecture the house is tucked into the hill, sheltered from the elements but also protected / prevented from any long view to the sea. You have to walk up higher for the panorama vistas. If the weather is clear-ish, you can see the sun-glint off Wexford Harbour and make out Rosslare ferryport 60km away beyond. After passing the Tuskar light on the brexit ferry, it is time to gaze NW to check if our
Red Hill Knockroe is still there. Yesterday tea-time it was!
Yesterday breakfast-time otoh we were gazing at hot-air balloons drifting across the City of Bath. There are three in sight but you have to clean your screen of flyshit to be sure of the third single-pixel vehicle between the other two and the horizon.
- The definition of stupidity is doing the same thing again and again expecting a different result. If you attribute that to Einstein, you're probably wrong. In an RTE story about road-toll refusniks: "the court was told he had a history of 610 trips, no payments and 1,800 letters were sent but the M50 operators did not receive any contact." That's €1,800 just for the stamps.
- Nenagh's most famous son, J Desmond Bernal [prevs], had some ideas about The Two Cultures
- Ireland? Ten words peculiar to Hiberno-Ingles: smacht, moryah, give out, asthore, hames, cat, yoke, thick, and acushla machree.
- Enough of West Europe? Here's some quintessentially Greek singing ξενiτιά του έρωτα - The love of love. (body percussion bonus!)
- We could have some more of that: Νανούρισμα - Lullaby
- Classical voilinists crit talent-show fiddlers without making it a hatchet job.
- We were on about Hard Chaws on the cycling world.
- Nowness makes a mug in five restful minutes
- A while back I wrote about water-hammer
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