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On This Day…30 September

Thursday, 30 September

Say goodbye to September, people. It takes its annual holiday from today and won’t be with us again for another 11 months.

Get prepared for October, back from its own 11 month sabbatical. I’d love a break like that. I need one.

Anyway, on with the show – and today we start with events on this day in…

1399 – Henry IV is proclaimed King of England. Nice one, Hal. It’s a nice job if you can keep hold of it.

1791 – The Magic Flute, the last opera composed by Mozart, receives its premiere performance at Freihaus-Theater auf der Wieden in Vienna, Austria.

1888 – Jack the Ripper kills his third and fourth victims, Elizabeth Stride and Catherine Eddowes.

Hubert Cecil Booth, the inventor of the vacuum cleaner1901 – Hubert Cecil Booth patents the vacuum cleaner. Hoover wasn’t happy that Booth got there before he did.

1935 – The Hoover (oh, a connection at last) Dam, astride the border between the U.S. states of Arizona and Nevada, is dedicated.

1947 – The World Series, featuring the New York Yankees and the Brooklyn Dodgers, is televised for the first time.

1955 – Film icon James Dean dies in a road accident aged 24.

That's a lot of calamari.

1967 – BBC Radio 1 is launched and Tony Blackburn presents its first show; the BBC’s other national radio stations also adopt numeric names.

1982 – Cyanide-laced Tylenol kills six people in the Chicago area. Seven are killed in all.

2004 – The first images of a live giant squid in its natural habitat are taken 600 miles south of Tokyo.

Birthday greetings to:

When A Child is Born singer Johnny Mathis is 75.

Ray Burke, disgraced Irish minister and convicted tax cheat, is 67. The rest of the criminals in the Dail should have gone in with him.

Ex-minister Ray Burke. Boo! Hiss!

On another Irish political note, ex-minister for finance, Charlie McCreevy is 62.

Fran Drescher, American actress and the owner of one of the most annoying voices in entertainment, is 53.

Martina Hingis, Swiss tennis player and former World No. 1, is 30.

Cecelia Ahern, author of PS: I Love You, is 29.

In honour of James Dean, who died today in 1955 (as mentioned above), here’s a scene from his celebrated role in Rebel Without A Cause.

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The Wednesday Whackjob: Taoiseach Brian Cowen

He likes a few pints, does our Taoiseach!

It says a lot about our country that a man can’t go about his business in peace. Such a man is Taoiseach Brian Cowen.

How dare we suggest that our Fearless and Feckless Leader can’t bugger off to Galway with a few of his mates and wile away the early hours of the morning with a bevy of pints and a good old-fashioned sing-song? Sure we’ve all done it ourselves, haven’t we? Let he who is without sin cast the first vote!

So what if he wants to stay up until 3am, drinking and partying with his government cronies, know full well he’s addressing the nation on Morning Ireland? We’ve all done it ourselves, haven’t we?

And so what if he sounded drunk or hungover in that broadcast? We’ve all been “under the weather” on a Monday morning; why should our Taoiseach be any different. If he and his goons want to have themselves a little “think-in” over a weekend and discuss ways to get themselves (and our country) out of the mess they’re (and we’re) now in, indulging in four course dinners and later bars while they’re at it, why the hell not? We’d all do it, if given the chance.

And so what if the common thinking is to round them all up, put them in a field and bomb the bastards? What do we know? We’re only the electorate. Let the Taoiseach and his government dig their holes so deep that not even a million beer kegs will get them out.

Mr. Cowen, you and your government are a disgrace to the national and international community. I’d say good riddance to you if I could; but I don’t trust whatever else is on offer.

The Wednesday Whack-Job

Our country goes up in smoke. (Picture courtesy of the Evening Herald.)

It is said that Emperor Nero was too busy practicing on his violin to notice that Rome was burning around him. It could be myth and legend, it doesn’t matter either way.

Last weekend the Dublin GAA Football team played host to Cork in the All-Ireland Senior Football semi-final. Despite playing a good game, the Dubs were beaten by a point and missed their chance to play in their first final since 1995. Shit happens. They’ll get another chance next year.

As befitting to such a major sporting occasion, our Taoiseach, Mr. Brian Cowen T.D., attended as a guest of honour. Croke Park is a magnificent stadium, and it’s only right that it should be designated a smoke-free zone. (It doesn’t stop the fans on Hill 16 from puffing away on their John Player Blue, though.)

A box of cancer sticks. Filthy habit, really.

I have to be honest and say that though I knew that BIFFO (Big Ignorant Fecker From Offaly) enjoys a pint or ten, I didn’t know he was a smoker until a member of the public spotted our beloved leader puffing away in a prohibited zone, and promptly notified the relevant authorities. No, not the gardai, but Joe Duffy’s Liveline radio show on RTE.

I’ll write more about Mr. Duffy and his show at a later stage. But for now, I wish to add my sympathies to our much-maligned head of government. Let me put it this way, Cowen is about as popular as a fart in a spacesuit. So much so, in fact, that his fellow countrymen are willing to shop his little indiscretions to the media. Almost all of us who smoke have at some point sneaked a quick drag in places where we shouldn’t. It’s part and parcel of “owning” an unsociable habit. To some, it’s part of the fun.

Oh Brian, how low have you fallen in the esteem of your voters that we’re not willing to let trivial events like that slide? Not low enough, it seems. It seems ironic that in a week where Cowen was celebrated by the international community as being a leader with courage, his own community would prefer he was hung, drawn and quartered.

We’d have an election tomorrow – but the Opposition are no great shakes, either. Don’t get me started on Enda Kenny…