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On This Day…21 September

Tuesday, 22 September 2010

The sun has come out again, so it’s out with the shades and shorts and make good use of it while it’s here. It may be gone tomorrow.

Happy Tuesday, people. Have a good one.

Let’s have a look at what happened on this day down through the years. We start with…

1780 – American Revolutionary War: Benedict Arnold gives the British the plans to West Point. That was decent of him. Didn’t make him popular, though.

1827 – Joseph Smith, Jr. is reportedly visited by the angel Moroni, who gave him a record of gold plates, one-third of which Smith has translated into The Book of Mormon.

image c/o mormonbible.org

1937 – J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit is published.

1942 – In Poland, at the end of Yom Kippur, Germans order Jews to permanently evacuate Konstantynów and move to the Ghetto in Biała Podlaska, established to assemble Jews from seven nearby towns, including Janów Podlaski, Rossosz and Terespol.

1993 – Russian President Boris Yeltsin suspends parliament and scraps the then-functioning constitution, thus triggering the Russian constitutional crisis of 1993.

2008 – Goldman Sachs and Morgan Stanley, the two last remaining independent investment banks on Wall Street, become bank holding companies as a result of the subprime mortgage crisis.

Happy birthday to:

Leonard Cohen, the legend himself, is 76.

Birthday boy Bill Murray

Actor Bill Murray is 60.

Ricki Lake, US daytime TV presenter, is 42.

Liam Gallagher, singer with the band Oasis (now no longer with us) is a snarling 38.

Richard Dunne, Aston Villa and Republic of Ireland defender, is 31

That doyenne of reality TV and daughter of Lionel, Nicole Richie is 29.

The world of cinema lost a legend on this day in 1974 with the passing of Walter Brennan.

Grumble II: The Sequel

Beware the rise of torpitude.

No, hold on – that’s not right. I’m getting a red line underneath torpitude. I don’t think that word exists. Let me try again.

Beware the rise of torpidity. (Yay! That one works.)

I’m no hypochondriac, let’s get that out of the way. Okay, I can moan and whine with the best of them, but usually I get over myself and get on with the job at hand. But that hasn’t been the case recently. I’ve been torpid (not torpedoed – that’s a different action altogether) and out of sorts. So I did what normal people do when they’re feeling this way: I made an appointment to see Dr. Kelly next Tuesday at the Fairview Health Centre.

I’m not overly concerned about my immediate health; but there is history of diabetes, cancer and heart disease in my family. On the plus side, I have my own hair, most of my own teeth and, to my knowledge, all of my ‘bits’ are working to satisfactory levels.

It’s been well over two years since I last sat in a doctor’s surgery, but I know damn well what to expect. I know what my problems are. I smoke two packs a day, I don’t eat well enough or often enough, and I don’t get adequate rest. It’s going to cost me 50euro for Doc Kelly to tell me to quit the fags, eat little but often – not forgetting to include five-a-day fruit and veg portions – and to go to bed early once in a bloody while. No doubt I’ll be told to indulge in aerobic activity, even if it’s too cold at the moment to make love by the sea, and to drastically cut down on my caffeine habit. But if that’s what it takes to get my mojo back, I’ll do what is necessary.

Otherwise I’ll end up like these guys.

Or worse – this guy.

Poor Shane.