Of course today is the Winter Solstice.
It's a time for retrospection and hope. A time for peace and forgiveness.
A time for drunkenness, debauchery and the deflowering of virgins [not that there’s many of them around these days].
It is the day that is celebrated by the meeja here in Ireland by waffling on about Newgrange and the sun shining down the passage to light the chamber at the end.
This year that didn't happen.
It was cloudy so the sun was obscured.
And this got me thinking. They were obviously very sophisticated in aligning this prehistoric monument to catch the sunrise on the Winter Solstice. But if they were so sophisticated, why would they build what is in essence a clock that is only right on one day a year? And how could they rely on that one date being cloud free on sunrise? Unless they had no clouds back in those days it was a monumental error to rely on a timepiece that might only properly work once every five or six years. Miss that one day and your whole agricultural year is fucked.
I still maintain that Newgrange is in fact Ireland's first lapdancing club.
It makes more sense.