Jul 2008

But Before I Go…

Giles Coren, restaurant critic of The Sunday Times really needs to lighten up. A sub-editor at the paper had the temerity to remove an ‘a’ from one of his reviews, prompting The Great Man to fire off an email to all of the subs.

The subs
reply.

Choice quotes below the fold.


Wait! There's More…
|

Holliers

Off on me holliers tomorrow (Friday). We’re stuffing everything into the car and going to Brittany for two weeks, renting a gite. First proper holiday in three years, and the first ever with Aoife.

I’m going to turn comment moderation on, just in case any ne’er-do-wells stop by and decide to treat the comment facility as a toilet wall.

Many thanks to Brittany expert
Treasa for her advice on where to stay and what to see.

Unlike my good friend
Willie Joe, I will not be sending bloggy postcards while I’m away.

And for good measure, ‘tis my birthday tomorrow too.

See yiz in a fortnight.

|

Abbeyleix

Tomorrow is Bank Holiday Friday in Ireland, which means that most of the population of the country will be on the move. As more and more of these new motorways open up (two alone in the last fortnight - the N6 from Kilbeggan to Athlone and the N8/M8 from Cashel to Mitchelstown), the familiar old bottlenecks are being bypassed.

Some remain, and the longer they remain un-bypassed, the more their notoriety grows. As time passes, the big bottleneck on the road from Dublin to Cork has moved through Kildare and now lives here in lovely Laois. Abbeyleix is a nightmare on a Friday and Sunday, as the traffic moves at snail’s pace through its long main street. On bank holiday weekends, it’s a disaster.

If you drive from Dublin to Cork on a Friday evening and are approaching Abbeyleix, you may notice a number of cars turning right about a kilometre before the town. These aren’t local cars, and few of them sport LS reg plates. No, these drivers have discovered the Unofficial Abbeyleix Bypass, and I’m going to tell you where it is.





Directions (going south):

About 1km before Abbeyleix, the road sweeps round to the left, and a ghost island allows a turn to the right. Go right here. Go over a bridge and take the first left. Follow this road until you reach a staggered crossroads, where you go straight through. Follow this road to the end and then turn left. After 300 metres or so, you will see the gates of a Georgian house on your right. Take the right just after these (warning: it’s a really shitty little road). Follow to the end and turn right, back onto the N8 south of Abbeyleix.

You might be asking yourself why I’m publishing this and letting people in on the secret. To be honest, the 50 or so readers I get here each day are hardly going to cause a tailback even if they all decided to use the route at the same time. It might be a different story if someone like
Damien Mulley published it.

Adds 24 October: Northbound directions:

As you approach Abbeyleix from Durrow, you will see a place that sells garden ornaments and sheds and such like on your left. Take the next left turn after this (it’s signposted.) Follow that road to the end and turn left. After about 300 metres, you will come to junction with two roads leading off to the right in quick succession. Take the second one. Follow all the way to the end, when you will come to a staggered crossroads. Go through this and follow the road to the end. Turn right, follow the road to the end and turn left to rejoin the N8.


|

Some B & W

I have hardly ever explored black and white photography. Any B&W photos that I have are ones that I have converted from colour in iPhoto. Up to yesterday, I had never actually shot anything in black and white.

Yesterday evening, Aoife was playing with her watering can in the garden. I did a few shots in B&W, just to see how they would come out.

Results below the fold.

Wait! There's More…
|

The Shame Of the Name

I was sent a link to this bizarre story on the BBC the other day. A nine-year-old girl was made ward of court in the town of New Plymouth, New Zealand so that she could have her name changed. What was the name her parents gave her?

Talula Does The Hula From Hawaii.

I honestly can’t understand why any parent would burden their child with such a ridiculous name. It’s natural that parents might have nicknames for a small child, and I am one of the worst offenders in that regard. There must be a couple of dozen nicknames that I have used for my daughter since she was born, but none of them appear on her birth certificate.

This isn’t a new phenomenon, as we are well used to celebs giving their kids daft names. Frank Zappa famously called his son Dweezil and his daughter Moon Unit. Nicole Kidman has called her
new baby Sunday Roast or something like that. There used to be joke about the late Paula Yates, whose three daughters all sport very silly names. The drugs squad call to her house and when she asks them what they want, they say they are looking for magic mushrooms. Paula replies that she’s not home from school yet.

Another one I don’t understand is when parents with the surname O’Brien call their newborn son Brian. Or Cormac McCormack. Or Patrick FitzPatrick. There must be a good reason for that, and as yet, I haven’t heard it.

Another joke regarding names

Johnny Cash performing A Boy Named Sue:



|

The Low Fares Airline?

This popped up as I booked a Ryanair flight for the family this evening:

ryanair1

None of these apply. The little one will be past her second birthday by then and will be classed as a child (2-16 years), as opposed to an infant (0-2 years).

They must have forgotten to include the fifth condition, so I have done it for them:

ryanair2


|

Deja Vu

It’s often said that what happens in Britain will happen in Ireland some years later. Could it be that Ireland is now becoming Eurosceptic on a par with Britain? Could we see a headline like the one below in one of the “Oirish” tabloids in the coming days, echoing a famous front page of The Sun from the 1980s?

(Click to enlarge)

Frog-Rag

|

3G iPhone At O2 (redux)

The worldwide launch of the 3G iPhone this Friday has given O2 Ireland an opportunity to redeem themselves, which predictably, they have failed to take. Once again they propose charges and tariffs on potential Irish iPhone customers which are way over the odds compared to those being offered to iPhone buyers in the UK.

Here’s the
proposed Irish tariff (just in case the relevant page moves, here’s a screen grab, click to enlarge):

Picture 1

And here’s the
UK one:

O2_UK_3g_iphone_tarrif

Ah yes, the Irish love to chat, don’t they? Highest ARPU of all the European mobile markets, the gift of the gab, kiss of the Blarney Stone and all the rest of the patronising, condescending shite.

I would love to get an iPhone, and I am sure that there are many like me. But there is no way on this earth that I would be prepared to pay those tarrifs to O2 Ireland, while consumers just across the water (and of course, just up the road in Northern Ireland) get such a better deal.

I’ve said it
before and I’ll say it again - Apple should take the iPhone away from O2 Ireland.

|

Never, Ever, Trust Your Spellchecker...

...or you could end up with something like this, as spotted in today’s Irish Times:

IT Ad

Good WP skills required too, it would appear.

|