Tag Archives: Great Britain

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 61. On History.

I mentioned to a customer the other night that I was taking a weekend trip to London in a couple of weeks. He liked England, he said, it is steeped in history. Ireland, on the other hand, has no real history to speak of.

I disagreed. Ireland has a fascinating history because of its ties with England. For better or worse, our relationship with our closest neighbour is an essential part of our history.

Can you imagine someone writing an autobiography that didn’t include any relationships or active engagement with another living soul? It would be boring and isolationist. People need people.

 

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100 Words, 100 Days: Day 44. On Luck.

If you’ve heard the phrase “the luck of the Irish,” don’t believe a word of it.

We’re not known for our tennis stars (unlike Spain, Great Britain, the U.S. and even bloody Switzerland), but when one of our own qualifies for the main draw at the U.S. Open and earns a chance to play World No.1 Novak Djokovic, the makings of a David and Goliath story are clear and present.

Until, that is, a dose of food poisoning rather than a forehand lob fells poor Conor Niland. If it wasn’t for bad luck, some of us would have no luck at all.

 

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 21. On Righteous Indignation.

I’m not much of a Biblical scholar, and the concept of hermeneutics passed me by on its way to deeper intellects; but I know a paradox when I hear one. The Bible on one hand suggests taking an eye for an eye, while on the other it proposes turning the other cheek.

Watching footage of the horrendous goings-on in London and elsewhere in Great Britain, the only image that comes to mind is that of the late great Kenny Everett. His character, General Cheeseburger, had a distinctive way of ending his rants.

Let’s round them all up, put them in a field, and then bomb the bastards.

Amen.