Never to die but to live on in perpetuity.... Forever young Freddie on a big screen belts out gut-wrenching rock tunes while his worn and creased band mates provide a live counterpoint to his celluloid brilliance. The show must go on...so prophetic in an unsettling digital world, the maestro cannot rest in his grave.

Such a back catalog - the ( Read more... )

I have reached that point in adulthood where attending funerals is a familiar and haunting experience rather than a strange and unreal event. Twice this month I have stood in a church as the words of 'Abide with Me' resonated from the gallery. I have watched the same resigned and weary look in tired red-rimmed eyes as I mumbled my meaningless ( Read more... )

On a short stretch of road between Castlebaldwin and Cloonamahon in Co Sligo, on the main Sligo - Dublin road a disturbing set of landmarks appear. At various intervals, sometimes clustered, simple white wooden crosses stand starkly in the grass verges. Each cross represents a life lost at that particular point on that short stretch of road.

As we ( Read more... )

Budget day part 273 (or at least that is the way it feels right now). Having spent the last few weeks wondering and worrying now we know. Or at least we have been shown the broad brushstrokes - we won't really know how the whole picture will work out until the various cash-grabbing mechanisms kick in, then we will see how the 'new world' according ( Read more... )

Yesterday while driving home I heard a radio column by author Joe O'Connor.  I nearly crashed I laughed so hard. It seemed a good reason to link it here. Enjoy

Joe O'Connor's drivetime radio column

Sunday night and I feel like I need a rest before starting the week. My head is spinning with a whirl of items in my life to digest and plan and sort and manage. This weekend balanced good and bad. Good: a book can bring a smile and a sigh of happiness. Bad: icky tummy can leave you limp and miserable like a wet lettuce leaf ( Read more... )

Outside my window candyfloss falls. Spiraling, swirling plumply fluffing to earth. It seems like it should have a sound when it lands - like a sigh or a puff. However all I hear is the swish of tires through the slush on the road beyond. As the powder thickens visibility is affected. My sight-line has shortened to within the estate - the ugly ( Read more... )