Au Revoir Mes Ami

The long view, can sometimes distort. (this horse is not in France!)

When I began this effort, following chance meetings and brief discussions, I choose the long view; I may have been a little blinkered.

But at almost a thousand entries in I achieved a modicum of what I set out to. Mostly, I hoped to learn how to string sentences together sensibly; sans drivel!

I was clueless and clunky, with ideas and notions from God knows where; but with WordPress doing the code stuff, I made the jump.

It’s been a few years since B.T.R. awakened my curiosity, today, I’m still learning. (I miss the ” 20% more offensive“ bit; that was a terrific tag)

Learning creates its own motivation. I’d never heard of Gowers before B.T.R., nor of his standard guide; ‘The Plain Words’ – I have a copy now.

Sunset City

Recently by the river.

Criminal Conundrum

Can you form an opinion?

Do you prefer to take the opinions of others for your own?

Are you in a torpor?

Have you ever asked; who benefits?

The Portuguese experience a link to a podcast

Money

A blogger in Kansas put this up today.

I found it enlightening.

Kansasmediocrity

1970s Limerick

A family photograph from the late ’60s, this was taken on the Dock road where we sometimes played. There were no playgrounds about so we adapted our own.

I’ve been away for a few weeks, apologies to all you regular visitors; I have tons of excuses, I really do.

I’m still away (kind of) but this is something I previously failed to make time for.

It’s a link to sixty photographs taken by a local photographer, Gerry Andrews. (I don’t know him personally)

These are people from my city of forty years ago.

Most were taken at the Milk Market.

A friend sent it to me.

60 photos here

Gerry’s Flickr

Hurricane? What Hurricane?

I headed west and with plenty of rain about I took a few photos from inside the car. It didn’t seem like hurricane weather but then; what would I know? This bit of precipitation that I met on the road from Killarney to Bantry didn’t look anything remotely resembling hurricane.

A Hurricane, A Plastic Bottle, A G11 & A Pen Knife

Source

The hurricane’s path mapped here shows that it should be stirring up some waves on the coast by Sunday.

I’m heading southwest this evening and hope to meet some big waves tomorrow on the Sheep’s Head peninsula, or; even again on the Mizen.

I’ve adapted a contraption from a washing-up bottle which I intend to use as a rain guard for the G11′s retractable lens. The unprotected lens is the one nuisance thing about the G11 that can annoy, especially as we still get so much rain.

I’ll be back with some photographs of waves; or I won’t!

I’ll do my best

Saints & Sinners

From here I believe

My understanding of the New Testament (what’s left of it) tells me that to qualify for sainthood, a few requirements need be met.

You will have lived, sinned and quite importantly, have loved others above all else

I am no expert, far from it, but I can read and I believe that I understand what I read

The Vatican see sainthood in a political light

I pass the first two requirements easily enough

For the day that’s in it

TalkTalk – Boycott

Five hundred and seventy five; living, breathing, humans – dumped.

I believe that because of what TalkTalk have done that all Irish customers in Britain should end their contracts as soon as they can and fully sever all links to that company.

Boycott.

Turn away from them.

Stop giving them your money.

Their moral compass needs readjustment.

Only you can do that.

From BTR

The ‘front’ for investors

Mug Shots

Rally ’36 In The City

Beauty in design is always recognised and MG had a good one, still doing it too – pdf

The monied classes put on a road race in the streets of my city in 1936 and last weekend some cars from that happening got a bit of an airing once more (same happened last year too!)

I took a few photographs as I passed by on my way through Pery square.

Not many would have been aware of the plans back then of that piece of shit, Hitler, but they were soon to know all about him. The judge in this case, could have stopped the bastard in his tracks but choose instead to cause Hans Litten and many many millions of others to suffer a death sentence – I digress!

This post is mostly about cars.