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Overheard at O'Banion's Beer Emporium: "Pardon me, darlin', but I'm writin' a telephone book. C'n I have yer number? ↗
His instructions for the flight had been unequivocal. He was to remain quiet and anonymous, avoiding unnecessary conversation and making every effort to appear as invisible as possible. He presumed this meant someone had ensured that the aisle seat would remain empty. Surely an intelligence expert of any quality - particularly a British one - would not expect an Irishman to sit next to someone for nine hours without talking. ↗
Ronan was a national bad boy now, the wild boy who should not be left alone with virgin debutantes. Only, the world did not know it was Ronan who was the frightened virgin and Emily the drunken temptress on the night in question. He was beyond despair and had lost the will to live. He was a dead man walking, His heart and soul was ripped out of his chest. He would never get his decent girl now, his life was over. ↗
All good things originate with the Creator God, he'd been taught, and the Song of Life was no exception. ↗
She texted Ava and Felicity and asked them to make informal advances to the town council and ask if she could establish AA meetings in Paradise. She sent the messages and hid the phone down her knickers again to avoid detection on room spot checks for contraband by Nurse Fiona. She laid back and slept soundly for the night. During the night a number of males had slipped their names and room numbers under her door for adult company if she was lonely at any stage, kind souls. It took two days but when Angelina was in the gym her phone in her knickers began to vibrate and she ran into the toilet to read her text messages the men that mattered from Paradise said yes to AA ↗
The festival of the spring equinox speaks of freshness and youth, of excitement and endless possibilities. Nature begins to quicken and early flowers open to the warmth of the strengthening sun, bringing the colours of lemon and yellow into our lives on the wings of a March wind. ↗
#carole-carlton #imbolc #irish-celts #lughnasadh #moon-magic
A full night’s sleep without money worries was a luxury. They were afraid to answer the door to strangers as they often could not pay the rent and had no TV license. They lived in fear of been brought to court for bad debts. They became master liars and a sarcastic tongue and cheeky nature were vital survival skills people learned in Wasteside. They pretended to officials at front doors they were child minders and they refused to accept or sign anything official or registered in case it was a summons ↗
For the multiculturalist, white Anglo-Saxon Protestants are prohibited, Italians and Irish get a little respect, blacks are good, native Americans are even better. The further away we go, the more they deserve respect. This is a kind of inverted, patronising respect that puts everyone at a distance. ↗
#irishmen #italians #multiculturalism #native-americans #paternalism
I have since learned that although the festival of Imbolc was far less romantic and far more practical to our Celtic ancestors than the initial image portrayed to me by Mrs Darley, it was no less magical, for it marked the beginning of the lambing season which to the Celts meant the difference between survival and extinction. ↗
#carole-carlton #imbolc #irish-celts #lughnasadh #moon-magic
