My heartiest congratulations to the farmers in Afghanistan. Farmers here in Ireland never stop whinging, moaning and complaining. The weather is too cold. Or it's too hot. Or it's too dry or too wet. And if they're not bitching about … Continue reading →
Those of you who have been following my musings over the years will know the affection, esteem and, dare I say it, love we Irish have for our politicians. Our love for our Glorious Leaders rivals that even of the … Continue reading →
Every year at around this time, Google publishes its top searches. I suppose it's only fair that I do the same. My top 20 seems to follow a sort of strange theme – 1. Haven't a clue. Google hides this … Continue reading →
Writing of his travels through England […] Jorévin de Rochefort records how, in the course of a visit to Worcester, his friend "asked me if it was the custom in France, as in England, that when the children went to … Continue reading →
