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On This Day…16 September

16 September 2010

Good morning, good evening, or good night (depending on what time of the day you’re reading this). How goes it with you? All well? Great! I’m fine, too, thanks for asking.

Enough with the pleasantries, Jimbo, get on with the job at hand.

Okay, I will. Here we go! On this day in…

1701 – James Francis Edward Stuart, sometimes called the “Old Pretender”, becomes the Jacobite claimant to the thrones of England and Scotland. Nice one, Jimbo!

1812 – Russians set fire to Moscow shortly after midnight – the city burns down completely days later. Someone forgot to turn off the gas, methinks.


1908 – General Motors is founded.

1920 – The Wall Street bombing: a bomb in a horse wagon explodes in front of the J. P. Morgan building in New York City – 38 are killed and 400 injured.

1955 – Juan Perón is deposed in Argentina. Eva went on to make a name for herself on stage and screen. Argentina never cried for her, though.

image c/o conservativehome.blog.com

1992 – Black Wednesday: the Pound Sterling is forced out of the European Exchange Rate Mechanism by currency speculators and is forced to devalue against the Deutschmark. The Euro-Sceptics were right, after all.

2007 – One-Two-GO Airlines Flight 269 carrying 128 crew and passengers crashes in Thailand killing 89 people.

Happy candle-blowing day to:

Lauren Bacall, American actress, 86 today. You know how to whistle, don’t you?

Peter Falk, American actor and known to millions as Lt. Columbo is 83.

"Just one more question..."

Mickey Rourke, American actor and the owner of the most beat-up face in Hollywood is 58.

Jennifer Tilly, American actress and star of one of the “hottest” movies I’ve ever seen, Bound, is a tasty 52. (WHAT?)

And in my attempt in keeping things Irish when I can, former World Snooker Champion Ken Doherty is 41 today.

Here’s a clip of the Darling of Dublin winning that championship in 1997.

I Am Me!

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Sitting in at a LifeRing meeting earlier on today, I was struck by the difficulty a friend of mine was having with acceptance; namely accepting that he has an alcohol problem.

Frank (not his real name) has been in and out of recovery. He need only think of having a drink and then – bang! – he’s down to the off-licence. But today may yet turn out to be a turning point for him. Frank hit on the notion of self-acceptance; an idea I caught onto almost immediately. If we can accept who we are, and the limitations that acceptance accords us, we can learn to live with ourselves and let go of the driftwood.

So, who am I? Well, for starters, I am a brother, son, cousin and nephew. I am a writer and blogger. I am a student of journalism. I am a boyfriend and lover.

I’m a caffeine and internet fiend. I sometimes think that the people who know me best are those who live inside my laptop, along with wires and microchips. But this is not true. My family and close friends know me better than I know myself, and they make no bones about letting me know that. This is why I love them dearly.

I am a reader of whatever I can get my hands on. I’m intelligent (though not an intellectual). I like football, tennis, snooker, cricket and darts. I hate boxing, trivialities, pettiness, and racial and religious intolerance.

I have been guilty of many things, including all of the above (except boxing). I can be insufferable and occasionally I promise much more than I can deliver. This is because I rarely so no. But when I do deliver, I do it with the best of my ability. I can not do otherwise.

Set me a challenge (like reading all seven of Stephen King’s The Dark Tower series) and I will attack it with the gusto of a woodpecker on teak. Because that is what I do. Give me something or someone to love and I will love them until I’ve copied and pasted for the last time.

This is me. This is what makes me who I am. The fact that I don’t and can’t drink alcohol is no longer relevant. I don’t wish it to be so.