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Question: What’s good for kids? Answer: Sport ranks highly!

 

For a change I have my little tablet (the one I write on, that is) out on Saturday morning, and I am thinking about the hugely successful table quiz that my near-neighbour, Mary Keane, organised last night (Friday, as I write) in Mikeen’s.

  I am also thinking about the important part sport plays in the lives of our young children. In case you didn’t know it already, the quiz was to raise funds for the St. Ciaran’s local boys and girls GAA club, who are hosting a visiting team from Waterford (in Feile, I think) later on this year. The turnout was just amazing.

  I don’t deny that, with Storm Hannah due to pay us a visit (even though it was meant to be a fleeting, and not too powerful one), I headed off to take up my duties as quizmaster thinking that there would not be very many people there – and was confident of a quiet night.

  Nothing could be further from the truth, and the local support from both the Creggs and Fuerty areas was fantastic, and a credit to Mary and her team of volunteers, but especially to the parents of the children who came out in such numbers. And it all made me think of the huge number of unpaid local volunteers who give up so much of their time, especially at weekends, to coach, train and look after children – all over the country in a variety of sports – and of the role they play in framing the way the children turn out later in life.

  And even though not everyone will stay on the straight and narrow, there can be no doubt that the discipline and respect for authority they learn on the sports fields from an early age will stand to them in the future, and help them to lead a more settled and fulfilling life. Parents will sometimes complain that they become unpaid taxi drivers for years, as they bring their offspring here, there and everywhere, but it’s all worth it when they see the enjoyment the children get from whatever activity they are partaking in.

  Thank God, nowadays the competitive element is being taken out of really young kids’ games. However unlike the kids’ games, the table quiz was extremely competitive, with the lead, as in the English Premier League, changing hands several times. When the final results came in, the team led by John Hanley were declared the winners, and for the moment, they are the table quiz champions of Creggs. Let them be aware that those crowns usually don’t last long as they will be there to be taken down when the next table quiz comes around.

  The questions on the night were presented by our own Bert Curley, who put together an excellent mix of sporting, political, geographical and topical questions, which were very well received by all the teams – even the ones which didn’t feature near the top of the leader board. All told, it was a special night and I’m sure a good few bob was raised for the very good cause.

Gangland violence must be faced down

One of the disturbing happenings of recent days is the gangland violence that is going on in Drogheda, where, apparently, a war over the lucrative drug trade is causing enormous stress, worry and fear to the people of the Co. Louth town.

 

  Now it may be because I have a family member working up there that I am concerned – although thankfully she doesn’t live there – but nonetheless, when shootings, petrol bombings, stabbings, and assaults of every kind are now commonplace, it’s no wonder everyone in the town is petrified.

  I know it’s said to be confined to a few specific areas, but footage of an attempted murder by a gunman showed a total disregard for the safety of passers-by.

  Funny enough, all those elements were present in the North of Ireland back in the time of The Troubles, so for everyone’s sake let’s hope the Gardai get on top of the situation and restore law and order to the Drogheda estates and streets. Drugs and drugs’ proceeds have caused so much trouble and hardship all over the country, with the ‘big players’ having no regard whatsoever for human life, so please God this one will be nipped in the bud before it escalates into all-out murder and mayhem.

 

And finally…

Finally for this week, out here in Creggs thoughts are turning to Saturday week, May 11th, because on that day we have not one, but two big sporting events taking place in our little village. Firstly at 2.30 pm the Connacht Junior rugby team, with a number of our own local players on the panel, take on Munster on the new fabulous 4G pitch, and later on that evening at 7 pm the big local football game between the Valley and the Mountain throws in at 7 pm.

  This year the match is in memory of the late Paul Devaney, a man who gave a lot to the Creggs footballers in his playing days. All the proceeds will go to the Danny Browne Fund, and I will givae you all the details next week. One thing for sure is that you may have the Manchester, Liverpool, Madrid and Glasgow derbies amongst others – the results of which can affect supporters for months – but this Creggs derby is no different, and may even be the biggest derby in world sport today (maybe not) as whoever wins will have the bragging rights in the area for quite some time, and it’s possible the losers could sink into a depression from which they might never recover!

  Some people have even taken to the drink after a local derby defeat, although others have taken the even bigger step of giving it up, (not too many) so a lot is riding on this massive local fixture. It’s all happening on Saturday, May 11th and next week I will fill you in on all the proceedings.  

 

Till next week, Bye for now!

 

 

Local charity working to tame a growing problem!

 

 

 

 

As you may know by now, every so often my long suffering wife, Carol, and I head across to Cabo Roig, a nice little place on the far side of Spain, where we can relax in the sun for a few days and enjoy what is a really friendly seaside village. It is a place that has everything that we would want in a holiday destination; fabulous scenery, great walks, top quality beaches, and any amount of golf clubs, as well as the obligatory selection of good pubs and restaurants, and fine weather.

  So what’s the catch I hear you ask? In truth, there is none, and yet, for the last few years, you could hardly fail to notice the ever-increasing numbers of wild cats that seem to have sprung up overnight. Now I freely admit that I am fan of cats, but, while I would remark on the large numbers and indeed on the tourists who feed them, if I had not been contacted by a reader of this column about a similar problem in this country, I would probably never have thought about them again!

  Wild or feral cats are now very plentiful here in Ireland, and because the female is such a prolific breeder, who can have three litters a year with an average of five kittens per litter, it doesn’t need Einstein or any other mathematical genius to figure out that, without some intervention, we will soon have a major problem on our hands.

  The end result of uncontrolled breeding is large numbers of wild cats roaming the countryside, hungry, possibly disease ridden, and impossible to handle or tame, and many of these will be poisoned or trapped and killed by people who get fed up of their constant fighting, yowling, or just their very presence around a house.

  Fortunately however, an organisation called TNR South Roscommon (Trap, Neuter, and Return) is in existence in this area, and its aim is to keep the feral cat population under control, by doing exactly what it says on the tin, and by raising public awareness of the necessity of spaying and neutering stray cats.

  TNR is a non-profit registered charitable organisation, formed by Orla Hanley some years ago, and Orla has coordinated the veterinary care, professionally offered at Cloverhill Veterinary Surgery. In simple language, if you want to get a stray cat that you might be feeding, spayed or neutered, you can contact TNR and they will organise everything for the discounted sum of €10. When everything is sorted they will return your feline friend and you will have played your part in keeping the wild cat population under control.

  As with a lot of these organistions they rely almost exclusively on public donations to keep them going, and so they have two fundraising efforts coming up - this Saturday (27th), they are having a bucket collection at SuperValu, Roscommon, while the following day (Sunday 28th), there is a Sale of Work in the Courthouse, Ballygar, from 10 am to 2 pm., with all kinds of everything including jewellery, clothes, ornaments, and toys, all generously donated by members of the public, available for purchase.

  Orla and her loyal team of volunteers are doing an amazing job in a very important area, so if you happen to be shopping in Supervalu, Roscommon on Saturday or if you can get to Ballygar on Sunday dig deep, and give them any help you can. I’m also told they also have an online shop so you can support them that way as well.

  As I said, I am not a cat man but, nonetheless, they don’t deserve to find themselves cold, hungry or homeless and a little kindness and compassion could help to make their lives, and ours, a lot easier. I wonder does Orla know anyone in Cabo Roig, who could sort out the problem over there?

 

Lyra’s murder casts a dark shadow

Normally at this stage I would be going on to matters of a lighter nature, but events in Derry on Good Friday cast a shadow over the entire country and the murder of journalist, Lyra McKee, by the New IRA has provoked a reaction of horror and outrage not seen since the murder in 1996, of another journalist, Veronica Guerin.

  Now I have no intention of moralising on the actions of these so-called ‘activists’, but it was so heartening to see the reaction of people who live in nationalist areas of Northern Ireland, and the total and utter condemnation of the cowardly murder of an innocent woman makes me think that all is not lost.

  I have to say that there can be nothing more cowardly than shooting from the shadows at human targets, whether they are police officers, or in this case, ordinary local residents, and if anything good is to come out of this, let us hope it’s that the local communities come together and show the gunmen that their day is long gone.

  I am writing this on Tuesday evening and it is highly significant that our President, Michael D Higgins and Taoiseach, Leo Varadkar, will both be in attendance at Lyra’s funeral. In doing so, they honour the memory of a young journalist, who, in every way, showed a lot more courage than the shooter who took her life. It is sadly ironic that her murder took place on the day the whole country and indeed the world was celebrating the 21st anniversary of the Good Friday Peace Agreement. The greatest testimony to Lyra’s memory will hopefully be the fact that nothing will be allowed to undermine that peace agreement. May she rest in peace.

Dancing with Odd Sox on Easter Sunday

Finally onto lighter matters, and surprise, surprise on Easter Sunday night I found myself in Mikeen’s where a young band, Odd Sox, were providing the musical entertainment. Even though I had heard a lot of good things about them, this was the first night I had the chance to see them live.

  Now I have to tell you they more than lived up to their blossoming reputation, and their lively music, aided by a substantial helping of Mikeen’s porter, had me, as they say, strutting my stuff on the dance floor. I even felt my dancing was good enough to get me a call-up to ‘Dancing with the Stars’ however on the night the award for the ‘Best Dancer’ went to Michael Fleming Jnr, who produced a dance that was impossible to describe but was mostly built around the splits. For content, style and entertainment value he was a worthy winner and walked away with the first cup we could find which was in fact the Tug O’ War Cup!

  Young Mike is heading for Canada in the near future so to be going as the Champion Dancer of Creggs is a great boost for him, and we wish him well.

  Odd Sox are definitely worth a look and despite my disappointment at not winning the Dancing Competition, I have to say we had a great bit of craic, and thoroughly enjoyed the night.

  Before I finish, this Friday night coming I am quizmaster at a table quiz in Mikeen’s to raise funds for St. Ciaran’s boys and girls who are hosting Féile later in the year. My neighbour Mary Keane is organising the event, and I hope everyone makes the effort to be there - it will all kick off at 9.30 pm and there will be a raffle with loads of nice prizes to be won. Hope to see you there!

Till next week, Bye for now!

 

Missing the point on the coldest Sunday in memory!

 

 

It’s a cold, wild, windy Monday afternoon, and believe it or not I am thinking about the weather, because as recently as Wednesday (of last week) I visited Castlerea Golf Club and played a few holes all by myself in the most beautiful weather imaginable.

  In a line I will always remember from my compositions in the national school, the sun “was splitting the stones, and there wasn’t a cloud to be seen in the sky”.

  Fast-forward to Sunday and our local footballers were to be playing St. Barry’s in the second round of the Tansey Cup in Creggs, but the torrential rain of Saturday night put paid to that as our pitch was waterlogged. Therefore, the match was transferred to the pitch of our neighbouring club, Fuerty, where I headed for the two o’clock throw-in.

  There is something special about club football matches and about the diehards that follow their local teams through good and (mostly) bad times, but the hardy souls who braved the elements on Sunday should get medals, because, weather-wise, it was sheer torture. I am going to matches for a long time now, but never have I been as cold or as miserable as I was on Sunday afternoon. When I got into the car to drive home, my hands were so cold I could barely feel the steering wheel. That’s my excuse for the Barry’s supporter in a red BMW that I pulled out in front of as I took off – and I do apologise.

  I also have to apologise to our scorekeeper Mary D, who never gets the score wrong – but this time she did, as I gave Barry’s a point that belonged to Creggs, and so as I headed home for a life-saving shower, I was sure the game had ended in a draw. The good news is that because of my mistake (if you follow) we had actually won by two points.

  Now I have to say that sometimes we are critical of our teams, and indeed of the match officials – and in the case of the latter, sometimes with good reason – but after watching a quite enjoyable contest which could have gone either way, I must say well done to everyone involved and I hope ye never play on as cold a day again.

  Out here in Creggs, it was a great weekend for such a small village, as on Saturday night, at a big gala event in the Galway Bay Hotel, Creggs RFC was named Connacht Club of the Year – an amazing but well deserved achievement. Then on Sunday the U-18 and a half (don’t know where the half comes from, but it’s there now) team won the Connacht League by beating a hugely fancied Corrib fifteen in the final. I’m told we had a good number of representatives at the Connacht Dinner, and it was a great night with the Connacht senior players in great form after their brilliant win earlier in the day over Cardiff.

  Continuing with Creggs wins, and huge congratulations to local lady Kathleen Coleman (formerly Keane), daughter of the legendary Bill, who, while living outside Ballygar now, is from just down the road. Kathleen won €70,000 on Winning Streak on Saturday night – well done!

 

Fond memories of Sean

 

A few years ago I wrote a piece in this newspaper lamenting my lack of success when it came to sowing daffodils, and I told you that not once but twice I had failed dismally to get any to appear, even though it is widely acknowledged that they are the amongst the easiest flowers to grow, as evidenced by the fact that they can be seen flourishing on ditches, by the roadside, and in the middle of fields.

  Anyway, a short time after I wrote it, I was surprised to get a phone call from Boyle’s Sean Young, advising me how to sow them. This was the same Sean Young who was manager of the Roscommon footballers during my short time with them back in the mid-1970s, and in truth, I had never spoken to him since then. However, it was so nice of him to take the time out to try to help me with my flower problem, and we had a long chat reminiscing about our (short) time together with the Rossies. I was sad to read on last week’s paper about his recent passing.

  There were many tributes to him for his work as a coach and a manager, but I will always remember him telling me when first I reported for county training, that as a forward, if I couldn’t put the ball over the bar from fifty yards, I had no right being on a county team! How right he was. If that criteria applied now, there would be very few forwards on any county team – scoring points from a distance is almost a lost art.

  As for the daffodils, they are now flourishing in the garden, so even if he couldn’t make a footballer out of me, at least Sean had some success in turning me into a gardener. May he rest in peace.

 

And finally…

Finally for this week, a little tale concerning Tom Connolly, a former Personality of the Year here in Creggs. A few weeks ago he was a passenger in a car coming down from Galway, when it pulled into a filling station for petrol, which the driver duly filled and paid for.

  As he sat back into the car he remarked to Tom that the Roscommon People was to be got in the shop, and that he was surprised to see it so far into Co. Galway. When Tom asked him was he sure, the driver said he’d run in and get one – he won’t admit it, but he couldn’t last the week without reading my piece!

  Anyway, he shot into the shop, grabbed the paper, and was just back in the car when two burly gentleman came looking for him – they thought he had stolen the paper, and were going to apprehend him. Thankfully they saw the funny side when he showed them it was, and is, a free paper, but if we had a Star of the Week Award, it would have to go to the man who was nearly arrested so he could read the Roscommon People!

  Well done Tom, it shows our readers will go to any lengths to get their weekly fix – even to getting one in the heart of Galway.

 

Till next week, Bye for now!

Living on the (cliff) edge in Bundoran…

 

 

 

 

 

I missed the very successful Ploughing Championships last weekend (see separate article) because a good while ago – long before we heard about the ploughing being held in the Creggs area – a group of us booked a weekend away in Bundoran. 

  So on Friday evening we duly arrived in the sun-kissed Donegal town, and I have to say we had a whale of a time. How many times have we heard about the extraordinary beauty of our own country, particularly when the sun shines? My God, the sun shone the entire weekend, and it was as if we were on holidays in some foreign resort…such was the wonderful weather, and such was the number of people around.

  There are a couple of spectacular cliff walks around the town, and while some members of our party did them all, I contented myself with a few trips on the shorter one, but even at that, it was just so beautiful.

  On Friday night we headed into a lovely pub called Madden’s, where we had great craic, met loads of like-minded ‘weekenders’, and enjoyed the renowned Donegal hospitality.

  Saturday was a day spent exploring the area. A few of us headed out to the famous Rossnowlagh beach, where we used to bring the children when they were a bit older. It was great to see it again. It must be one of the best beaches in the entire country.

  On Saturday (bear in mind it was only the 6th of April), it was thronged. The ice cream van was there, as was a chipper van, and both were doing a roaring trade. The ice creams looked so appealing that we treated ourselves to a load of 99s – and they were delicious.

  Later that evening we went for a bite to eat in a restaurant called ‘The Peak’, and it is hard to imagine any more beautiful setting for an eating house, as it is literally perched on the cliff face overlooking the sea. It is so close to the water that it looked as if you would fall straight in if you managed to fall out through a window. Thank God nobody did. What was even better was that the standard of the food more than matched the location, and everything from staff to service to quality could not be faulted. If I ever go back to Bundoran I will most certainly be going back to The Peak.

  Needless to say we couldn’t go home at that stage, so we hit for the liveliest bar in town (or so we were told). That recommendation brought us to the Crushin Bull, and it sure was lively. A band with the wonderful name of ‘The Bangin Yokes’ were playing, and to be fair they were very good, but a little too Bangin for some of us elder lemons. After a while we escaped to my type of pub, 51 Main Street, which had a one-man band, a much smaller crowd, great Guinness, and where you could hear yourself talk. So that is where I parked up until closing time. However, some of the younger members of the group went back to The Bangin Yokes, and said they were absolutely brilliant – so everyone was happy.

  Sunday was a very pleasant day too, but sadly we all had to hit back to all corners of the country. But as I write this on Monday evening, the good news is we all made it home safely, having thoroughly enjoyed Bundoran and its surrounds.

 

The feelgood factor was easy to find!

 

It’s not too long after noon on Monday, and already today my travels have taken me to Creggs, Brideswell and Roscommon town – and there is no doubt that everywhere I’ve been there’s a notable ‘feelgood’ factor.

  In Creggs, we have a few reasons to be positive on this fine April morning. Our local GAA club won their opening Tansey Cup fixture against Padraig Pearses on Saturday evening, and the club then ran a hugely successful draw over the weekend. Meanwhile, the Roscommon Ploughing Championships, hosted on Hanley’s farm on Sunday, was one of the most successful ever held.

  I couldn’t get to the ploughing (see separate report on our escapades in Donegal) as we were all away for the weekend, but I’m told the organisation and the support for the event was second to none – and that, as with the Sheep Dog Trials a few years ago, the crowds flocked in large numbers to what is a spectacular venue.

  A local lady told me this morning that the whole event was just fabulous, so well done to everyone involved.

  On then with me to Brideswell, and for me the feelgood factor there came from the fact that I was picking up our miniature Jack Russell, Hope, who had been on a three-night sleepover with Barra and Mary O’Brien in Lisbrock Kennels.

  In truth, we missed her an awful lot. It goes without saying that we were worried as to how she’d be on her own, but of course she was ‘the finest’ and well looked after. It reminded us of when the kids were small and we’d go away to a wedding or some other social occasion, and we’d be wondering if they were okay, when they would be ‘happy out’ to have us gone for a day or two.

  Barra was also in good form, because – and this goes back to the ploughing – he told me that the Sheep Dog Trials which were held in conjunction with the ploughing were among the best they’ve ever had. He too reckoned that the crowds last Sunday were the biggest he had ever seen at the County Championships.

  (As an aside, in relation to the organisation, I saw signs directing traffic to Kilbegnet as far away as Curraghboy, and I said to myself fair play to those people who had the foresight to put them up).

  Next I headed to Roscommon, and of course the wonderful victory the CBS had in the All-Ireland football final had the county town buzzing. I’m told that the reception the team got on Saturday night was just amazing, and reminiscent of the minors in 2006, when they brought home the All-Ireland trophy. What’s seldom really is wonderful, so congratulations to everyone involved – it was some achievement.

And finally…

Finally for this week, it’s back to Roscommon Hospital – and all the controversy over the last few years concerning the closure of the A&E Dept. seemed to overshadow the opening of the brand new Endoscopy Unit there. Indeed until last Thursday I had never given the new facility a second thought.

  However, on that morning I presented myself there for both a colonoscopy and an endoscopy, and I have to admit that I was very impressed.

  It’s a lovely new building, and as always the entire staff were just so wonderful, treating me really well. As it happened, I knew a good few of them, and they told me that the endoscopy unit is extremely busy with people coming from far afield for their examinations. I remember going into the examination area, but thanks to the wonders of sedation that was the end of it and I was back in recovery before I woke up again.

  All told, my impression is that this new facility is a great addition. The staff, as always, were great, and I actually enjoyed my visit – although, unlike Bundoran, I don’t plan to go back again any time soon.

Till next week, Bye for now!

Cowardly attack on cyclist reveals a disturbing trend

 

 

 

 

 

It’s Thursday morning of last week, and myself and the (mostly) trusty old Volvo are heading off to work in Athlone. The radio is tuned to Joe Finnegan on Shannonside, where he is interviewing a gentleman named Noel. The story Noel had to tell made me wonder about the type of world we now live in.

  Noel, who is a highly experienced cyclist and has been cycling competitively and recreationally around Ireland for more than sixty years, was out for a spin the previous Sunday afternoon and was within a few hundred metres of his home when, all of a sudden, he found himself on the broad of his back, having fallen off his bike. He was badly dazed but fortunate that he wasn’t too badly injured or even killed. A few people came to Noel’s aid and got him off the road before he was run over.

  A lady who was helping him told Noel what had happened. Apparently a black Passat was passing when someone opened a window and let fly with an Argos catalogue, which hit Noel and sent him flying off his bike. Noel said he believed the Passat hit him as well, but even if it didn’t, being hit by an Argos catalogue at high speed was an awful thing to happen, and an appalling, dangerous and cowardly act.

  However, according to Noel, this was anything but an isolated incident. It seems that cyclists are subject to all kinds of abuse while on their travels, including being pushed off their bikes by having car doors opened into them, having many types of missiles thrown at them, and occasionally even being physically assaulted. Apparently the ‘fun’ element in all of this is recording the incident, whatever it is, and putting it up on social media for the amusement of other like-minded, twisted people who glory in this type of unforgivable behaviour.

  The Argos catalogue is a huge book and anyone getting one flung at them from a moving car is in grave danger of serious injury. I am glad to say that Noel has reported the assault to the Gardaí and hopefully the horrible person or persons that did this will be caught and will be made pay a heavy penalty for their actions.

  I know that sometimes we all give out about cyclists on the roads, particularly when they travel in groups and take up the whole road, but everyone is entitled to be treated properly and to travel in safety. The lowlifes that think it’s funny to behave in the way they did to an innocent man should be ashamed.

 

 

Showband nostalgia, but also a grim reminder of dark days

 

For some reason in this country we seem to have a habit of trying to make stars out of people who have been popular on reality shows. So someone in RTÉ dreamed up the idea of giving us a Sunday night dose of Marty Morrissey and Bernard O’Shea, both of whom wowed the nation in last year’s Dancing with the Stars, on the assumption that their various escapades would draw the viewers in their hundreds of thousands.

  Now I don’t dislike either of them, with Marty being reasonably good as a GAA commentator and Bernard being okay as a comedian, but I just couldn’t bring myself to watch their first offering. Therefore, I don’t know if it was a viewer’s dream or nightmare!

  I do know that the programme I watched in its place was absolutely riveting and very disturbing in that it brought back, in full graphic detail, the horror of Northern Ireland back in the time of The Troubles.

  Ardal O’Hanlon brought us back to the showband phenomenon of the 1960s and ‘70s and it was thoroughly enjoyable. The programme itself looked at the extraordinary showband boom and the success of top bands and singers, like the Royal and Brendan Bowyer, the Miami and Dickie Rock, the Mainliners and Big Tom, and many more such as Margo and Eileen Reid, who all enjoyed unbelievable fame and fortune.

  However, it was the story of the Miami Showband massacre, which took place on July 31st 1975, as the band fronted by twenty-year-old heartthrob Fran O’Toole were returning from a gig in Banbridge, Co. Down, that made me realise, as the Brexit crisis continues, how bad things used to be and how welcome the arrival of peace more than twenty years ago now has been. The sheer horror of that night, when three members of the Miami were brutally murdered and two more seriously injured, was not glossed over in the programme.    

  One can only speculate as to how human beings could behave in that way to others, whose only ‘crime’ was trying to entertain people in a community that was crying out for something to allow them escape from the horror of violence and crime. No matter what comes down the line with Brexit, let’s all pray that sectarian violence and murder doesn’t make its way back to our little island.

  One of the programme’s interesting revelations came from Twink, who recalled a dancehall promoter filling satchels with cash after a successful night at the box office. She met him again some years later when he had become our Taoiseach. It was of course Longford’s own, Albert Reynolds. It’s sometimes funny where life’s path takes us. I’m sure as Albert filled his satchel back in those great showband days, he was unlikely to imagine that he would end up as the leader of our country, and that he would later be credited with being hugely influential in the bringing about of the peace process.

  Twink went on to be a successful singer, a TV star, a stand-up comedian, and a huge Panto Queen…but her greatest claim to fame is that she is Godmother to one of my children! It’s a funny old world.

 

Leinster can retain crown!

A quick word about the rugby last weekend. The two games involving Munster and Leinster were hugely enthralling affairs. The thing it really proved is that, even though they were both inferior to their respective opposition, experience is a great thing and both of them drew on the huge amount they have to see them through.

  It is unlikely to bring Munster any further, as they must now go to the best of the English Premiership sides, Saracens but Leinster, who have a home semi-final with former French giants, Toulouse, will fancy their chances of getting to the final and retaining their title. I think they will!

Praying for good ploughing weather!

Finally for this week, all roads lead to Kilbegnet, Creggs this weekend, when the County Ploughing Championships take place on Hanley’s farm this Sunday (7th).

  A large crowd is expected to see all the goings-on and as usual, it promises to be a big family day out, with all kinds of activities to keep young and old occupied.

  Barra O’Brien tells me there will be sheepdog trials as well. It all promises to be a great day’s fun and entertainment, and let’s hope the weather Gods look kindly on Kilbegnet on Sunday at least – and I hope to see you there!

 

Till next week, Bye for now!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even in defeat, cup final day was memorable

 

 

 

 

It’s Monday evening as I am writing this, and I have to say that  even though we (Creggs) lost the Connacht Junior Rugby cup final to Connemara in Galway on Sunday, it was one of the best and most exciting days that I have had for a long, long time.

  All week the excitement was building in the village, and I suppose after 26 years (since our last appearance in the final) it was understandable that some of us would be really looking forward to the occasion. While the result was a bit disappointing, the day itself was truly memorable.

  At around 12 midday, the bus – a big 191 registration vehicle – headed off for the Sportsground with the entire team, management, and a number of supporters on board, while the rest of us travelled by whatever way we could to get there – and boy did we get there!

  I would think that the occasion of the Connacht Junior Club Football Final a few years ago (against Louisburgh) was the last time I saw as many Creggs people together. Everywhere you looked you saw lads and girls who had been with Creggs right from the very beginning to now, some of whom had travelled great distances to be there. Quite a number of them I hadn’t seen for years, and it was great to catch up with all concerned. 

  As I said earlier, the result was not the one we had hoped for, but in a game that reminded me very much of the CBS one a week or so earlier, we were up against a very strong, physical team. Connemara certainly deserved their win, but – as with the CBS team – we never gave up, put in some unbelievably heroic defending, and left everything we had out on the field. No-one can ask for any more.

  The after-match ‘celebrations’, which took place in Donoghue’s in Abbey and in Mikeen’s in Creggs, confirmed what I have always known, and that is that, win or lose, our lads know how to party. Even some of us elder lemons gave it – as Jack Charlton used to say – a bit of a lash. All we can hope for now is that the lads and management stick with it and come back bigger and better next season. 

  It has always been said that you have to lose one to win one, and although it will be a tall order to get back again in a year’s time, I fully believe we can do it. If we do make it back again, this time I am going on the bus, and please God the long wait will finally come to an end.

 

Almost losing Hope…

You might possibly remember that I told you about our Christmas Week drama when the chimney in the sitting room decided to go on fire, and how brilliant the response of the Roscommon Fire Brigade was – and how efficient and professional they were in dealing with it.

  Well, the good news, as I write this bit on a lovely Tuesday afternoon, is that the chimney is finally being fixed. The lads are at it at this very moment in time. The only downside is the noise, with the sledge and the jackhammer going flat out, and so just there a while ago, I decided to take our miniature Jack Russell, Hope, for a walk – to give her (and me) a little break and a bit of badly-needed exercise.

  Now on the face of it, that shouldn’t be too much of a chore, but you don’t know me! The problem was that I had never put on Hopey’s harness before (Carol always does that), and even though it seemed to be a very simple contraption, it almost proved too much for me. To make matters worse, the dog knew the very second I took down the lead that she was off for a walk. She got very excited, whimpering and crying at the thought of her trip to the beautiful Lenamarla countryside. 

  20 minutes later, as I tried for the umpteenth time to get the yoke ‘round her neck, or wherever it was meant to go, I could see her big round eyes looking up at me – and if I could understand dog talk I know well she’d be saying to herself…what sort of an idiot is this fellow?

  However, perseverance eventually paid off, I got the harness into some kind of shape that didn’t strangle her, and the pair of us hit off. As we walked, I realised that this is, in my opinion, the nicest time of the year. Everywhere you look you can see the signs of the new spring life…the shrubs are all beginning to sprout, the daffodils are actually in some cases beginning to fade, but my favourite wildflower, the primrose, is in full bloom. On a nice day like today, it’s easy to be enthusiastic about living in the country.

  And then I thought of how wonderful the new, fully-lit walkway at the rugby club in Creggs is, and I realised (although I have yet to go on it) that even on the darkest winter nights we can go for a perfectly safe stroll there. So I said to myself (I would have said it to Hope, only she still hadn’t forgiven me for taking so long to yoke her up), that we really have no excuse any more for not getting in some exercise, and that Creggs is a great place to live in.

  Anyway I’m now back, writing away…the jackhammer is on a break, Hope is having a nap after her walk, and, all seems well with the world…well, except in the world of Irish soccer, where John Delaney appears to be running out of road. But, as the fellow says, we’ll wait and see what, if anything, happens there.

And finally…

Finally for this week, Dancing with the Stars produced an unexpected winner when Mairead Ronan and her professional dance partner, John Nolan, took the Glitterball. But, a year after Jake Carter took the prize, I wonder will it make a huge difference to the lives of the three finalists?

  Cliona Hagan is already a popular country singer, but will this recent exposure really push her career forward? Will Johnny Ward get much busier as an actor, or will Mairead become a more regular feature on our television screens?

  I don’t know the answers, but winners of such shows as The Voice of Ireland, Ireland’s got Talent, or You’re a Star, all seemed to disappear without trace, so I only hope these three entertainers can at least continue being a success in their chosen careers.

 

Till next week, Bye for now!

 

Calamity in Cardiff…guile and grit in Galway

 

 

I have often told you that one of the things that annoys me about myself is the tendency I have to make great plans to go to different places and events, and then, as the time approaches, begin to lose interest, and – using any excuse I can come up with – usually end up staying at home, going nowhere. And so it was on Wednesday afternoon of last week.

  Even though the trip was only to Galway, and I had been looking forward to it for almost a fortnight, as the time for me to head off approached, the old familiar ‘looking for a way out’ syndrome kicked in.

  All the usual excuses started to form in what I have that passes for a brain. The weather is too bad, the crowd will be too big, there will be no parking, and it will be a major challenge trying to get home after the game, the game being the CBS’ first ever schools senior rugby cup final (against Garbally).

  By 1.30 pm I had myself convinced to give it a miss, but then I had a chat with myself, told myself that this was history in the making, and that the CBS would never again be appearing in their first cup final. I decided that I should go to support their efforts, and so I changed my mind, put on the wet gear (a second pair of trousers and a jacket), and hit for the Western Capital.

  And never was I as happy at a decision! The atmosphere was just electric, with everyone I ever met from Roscommon seeming to be there, including the two Jacks (the higher and the lower). Even though the end result was a disappointing defeat, the effort, skill and commitment was just fantastic, and the Brothers should be justifiably proud of their efforts.

  As I cheered them on, it crossed my mind that although I had never set foot in the CBS, this was at least the fourth time I had been on the sideline at one of their major games…firstly following the football exploits of the team in the 1990s when they reached the All-Ireland final, and a couple of years back when the Junior rugby team made their own history by winning the Connacht Junior Cup.

  Even though I find it so hard to cheer on the county footballers, I had no problem shouting for the Brothers, and cheered them as enthusiastically as anyone else. And – miraculously – the traffic wasn’t terrible, and I got home in good time. It had turned out to be a hugely enjoyable experience.

 

And now…over to Creggs

 

As I drove home I reflected on the fact that we, Creggs RFC that is, will be back there this Sunday for the Connacht Junior Cup Final, our first in 26 years. I can only hope that we compete with the same pride and commitment as the CBS did, but hopefully with a different result.  

  After such a long time, it’s great to be back in the Sportsground again, and the fact that it’s against our old foes (yet, funny enough, our friends) the Connemara All Blacks, gives it an extra twist. Even though it’s only Monday evening as I write this, I have to admit that I am already getting a touch of the butterflies.

  Once upon a time we used to nearly think that we’d be in the cup final every year or so, but time has taught us differently and it’s actually very difficult to get to it. So we hope to make the most of this opportunity – and end the 26-year drought. If we do, there will be no drought in Creggs on Sunday night. The big game kicks off at 3 pm on Sunday so I appeal to anyone who can, to dig out any bit of maroon and white that you can find, and get to Galway – and with your support help the lads to cross the line. I can’t wait.

  I suppose I can’t leave rugby (although I’d love to) without mentioning Ireland’s no-show against Wales in Cardiff on Saturday. All I can say is it was one of the most error-ridden, leaderless, and spineless performances put in by Ireland for many a year, but nonetheless I don’t go along with some of the sports correspondents from the national papers who have effectively totally written us off before the World Cup.

  We certainly have a lot of work to do before November, but one of the quotes of the weekend came from Welsh captain Alun Wyn Jones, when he said, post-match, that the Welsh now have a target on their backs. In other words, they are now there to be shot at. I think all that has happened is that we have certainly fallen back a good bit, and all the others have upped their games, but I still believe that come November we will be very competitive.

  Whether we are good enough to even come out of our group – which includes the hosts Japan and a buoyant Scotland – only time will tell, but instead of having a go at our national team, we should realise they have punched hugely above their weight for a few years now. We should be grateful for the recent very good times. Sport is like that; every team can hit upon hard times.

  I for one believe that when we get some of our injured players, especially Athlone man Robbie Henshaw back, and with a few tweaks in personnel, we will still have a good World Cup, and who knows, we could still get to our first ever World Cup semi-final. Here’s hoping.

And finally…

Finally for this week, as we know, our Taoiseach Leo Varadker  was the guest of honour at a lavish reception in the White House last Thursday, when he presented President Trump with the traditional bowl of shamrock.

  About 300 specially invited guests were in attendance. Among that number was our own Creggs woman, Sinead Connaughton, who was honoured for her work as Vice-President of the Irish Association in Atlanta City. Sinead is the daughter of Sean and Josephine (the latter the former principal of the CBS in Roscommon), and has been in Atlanta for the last three years, where she has obviously become very involved in the huge Irish community.

  Well done Sinead. It’s a great achievement to have been one of such a small number invited to the Dinner, and we can always say we had a Creggs woman in the White House.

 

Till next week, Bye for now!

‘Super’ memories of good old days…and a present-day trip to Arnotts

 

 

 

 

It’s hard to believe it now, but once upon a time we lived in a society which had no Lidls or Aldis or any other type of supermarkets.

  As far as I remember, it was Pat Quinn with his bald head and distinctive glasses who first introduced us to the supermarket idea when he started off Quinnsworth somewhere up in Dublin.

  His namesake (but no relation) Fergal then came up with the Superquinn model, and before we knew it we had several more. Now in almost every middling-sized town, we have Dunnes, SuperValu, Londis, Tesco, Centra, the two German stores and many, many more, all of whom have contributed to the decline of the local shop.

  Back in those good old days we had the little country shop selling everything from the proverbial needle to the anchor, and villages like my own (Creggs) would have had seven or eight shops doing groceries, sweets, light hardware, etc. Some of them would sell animal feeds, fuel, and even coffins. However, back then the department store ruled the roost, and a department store was exactly what it said. Each shop had several departments, all with their own dedicated staff.

  Pettit’s in Ballygar was known throughout the land, and customers came from all over to do their shopping there. Under the one roof you had giftware, drapery, hardware, footware, homewares, carpet and flooring sections, and out the back was the building supplies and fuel departments.

  In Dublin, the big three were Clery’s, Brown Thomas and Arnotts. As a young lad, I can remember Mrs. B (my mother) talking about shopping in Brown Thomas. I don’t know if it was shopping or window shopping, but she was a big fan of that store. Time however passed on, and a lot of the big department stores – including Pettit’s – closed their doors, but Arnotts and Brown Thomas are still going strong and have become exclusive high-end shops. 

  Nowadays, if you are going to Arnotts to do your shopping, you would need a mini-bank behind you. Myself and Carol paid it a visit a little while ago, and I needed a stiff drink to recover from the shock at seeing the prices of clothes (thankfully it was a window shopping trip). So when our daughter rang us on Saturday evening to tell us that there was a massive Arnotts warehouse sale all last weekend near her (in Swords), we decided to head up there to check it out. And my God was it massive!

  The sale was in a warehouse the size of a football pitch, with a marquee added on at the far end for the furniture and flooring, and there was everything from all kinds of electrical stuff to giftware, to bedding and bathroom stuff. You would need a full day to see it all.

  Despite the rain which was pelting down there was a huge crowd coming and going, and the good news is that Carol was there long enough to grab a few (a good few) bargains, and, for the first time in my life I proudly carried bonafide Arnotts bags, with their own goods, to the car. I doubt if it will ever happen again, so I am saving the bags for posterity.  

  Then we called into the Airside Shopping Centre, and for me, the big excitement was in Harvey Norman’s, where the rain was literally pouring through the roof in bucketfuls. While they were doing their best to gather it up in dozens of buckets and barrels, eventually they gave up, and had to close the shop. I’d say there will be a fair insurance claim, as there was quite a bit of damage done as far as I could see.

  Anyway, we hit for home some time around four pm and, just as we headed off, the snow came, and by the time we got near Enfield the motorway was white and traffic was down to almost a crawl. It stayed that way ‘till near Moate, and then, miraculously, the snow disappeared and it was back to the wind and rain. I was giving out about the rain on my way up, but I can honestly tell you I was never as glad to see it as I was on Sunday evening. Anyway, I was glad I went to see the warehouse sale, even though I normally hate that type of thing, but it was an education, and I certainly never saw as much stuff, of so many different types, under one roof before. If it happens again next year, I’ll find somewhere else to be.

 

Golfing in February

 

It’s Tuesday evening, February 26th, and if anyone had told me that I would be out playing golf on the beautiful parkland course that is Castlerea, I would have told them to go and have their head examined. But if they then said I would be playing in my shirt sleeves, I would have said they were beyond redemption and couldn’t be cured.

  Every year, without fail, I have waited ‘till the month of May before coming out of my winter hibernation, but on that recent Tuesday I made a burst and played six or seven holes. The one thing that hadn’t changed – despite the wonderful weather – was the golf. As usual with me, the shots went in all directions – but seldom in the direction they should go.

  Whenever people ask me as to how I played I always say that with me the score makes no difference. As long as I hit a decent whack on the ball I don’t really mind where it goes, provided it doesn’t hit any other unsuspecting golfer on a different fairway. Just the sheer enjoyment of following a ball around the lovely Castlerea course, and breathing clear fresh air – with an occasional visit to the woods to search for your own ball, or even someone else’s – makes it all so special, and I am fully intent on playing more often this year than in previous years. Hopefully I might even get a handicap, but that might be stretching it a bit.

 

And finally…

Finally for this week…two big local social nights to tell you about. Firstly, don’t forget the big dance on this Friday night, 8th of March, in the Abbey Hotel. It’s in aid of the Lourdes Assisted Pilgrims Fund. There will be great music by The Lancers, Patsy McCaul, and the Frank Nelson Band. It’s all kicking off at 9 pm. There will be loads of spots and raffle prizes…it’s a great cause and will be great craic, so make sure you get there.

  Meanwhile, Therese Kenny tells me that Cuisle are holding a St. Patrick’s fundraising party on Friday, 15th of March, in An Cuisle (starting at 9.30 pm). You are invited to turn up in green fancy dress, but that part is optional. There will be music, dancing, finger food, and spots (prizes, not pimples). Admission to both events is only €10, so in one throw of the dice there’s your next two Friday nights looked after! You can thank me later.

 

Till next week, Bye for now!

All eyes on Cardiff thriller

 

 

 

 

It’s Saturday evening, and after a busy enough day in the shop, I pull the door behind me. I have only one thing on my mind – and that is rugby – because the eagerly-awaited showdown in Cardiff between Wales and England has just kicked off, and I can’t wait to see if the Welsh can put a halt to the English gallop.

  It’s five o’clock, and I decide to watch the game in the newly-refurbished bar in the Sheraton Hotel, but it was absolutely jammed, and even though there were two televisions showing it, it was difficult to either see or hear it.

  Funny enough, very few of the big crowd seemed to be watching the action, as they all were eating or drinking, and – even at that early hour – they looked as if they were out for the night. I headed just up the road and settled on a welcoming high stool in Carey’s bar. It too was well crowded with a few early starters from a hen party, but most of the clientele were engrossed in the rugby, and all seemed to be supporting our Celtic brethren. It’s amazing how we all like to beat the English. If we can’t do it ourselves we delight nearly as much when someone else does.

  It’s now Monday afternoon (as I resume writing) and it’s well documented how we all got our wish, and the English Chariot was derailed. Everyone in Carey’s was delighted. Once it was over I headed down to the Buccaneers rugby ground where our lads (Creggs) were taking on the local team in the penultimate league match of the season. Now the result didn’t go our way, but all of us who were lucky enough to be there witnessed a terrific encounter, with some top class rugby played by both sides.

  As I watched from the sidelines of the main pitch, I couldn’t help but think that taking away the U-20 internationals from Dubarry Park and moving them to Cork  was a big mistake. Maybe I am being a bit selfish, but in recent years I attended a number of U-20 matches in the Midland venue, and they were great occasions, the games played in splendid surroundings. There can be no doubt that for accessibility alone, Athlone is far and away the more convenient.

  Earlier in the day, the Buccs had beaten St. Mary’s in an All Ireland League game, and our own Bill Flynn, a former fearsome prop forward, had taken in that match, watched the international in the Bounty, and then watched our lads in the evening – so he surely had a feast of top quality rugby. As a well-known student of the game, I’m sure he had a lot to discuss later on in the night.

Danny’s big night

Staying with Saturday night…I have to admit that I find watching any game that I have an interest in more demanding than when I actually used to play, and so by the time I made it home, I was only fit for a siesta on the couch in front of a nice warm turf fire. That’s why I missed out on a great night in Mulvihill’s in Castlerea, when my good friend, and one of the greatest people of all time, Danny Burke, had a surprise (to him) 80th birthday party.

  I’m told that the Castlerea Brass Band led Danny up Barrack Street (from his home) to Mulvihill’s, with great crowds looking on, and the night that followed was one of song, laughter and great craic, just as the one and only Danny would have wanted and deserved.

  I have had the privilege of knowing Ireland’s most renowned postman ever for nearly fifty years, and no words of mine could do justice to the contribution he has made in so many different ways to so many different organisations and communities. All I can say is I really regret not making it on Saturday night, but heartiest congratulations Danny, and, if we’re both still around in 10 years’ time, I will make your 90th. Happy birthday Danny, and here’s to many more.

Brexit woes

Brexit is something that I have seldom if ever mentioned, but as someone who remembers being asked to get out of a car along with four other young (at the time) men who were going to play rugby for Corinthians up in Belfast, and having all our gear bags opened up, with stuff literally thrown around the road by British soldiers, I, along with many others, would not like to see a return to those bad old days.

  However, there are many other little things that may cause problems, and one of those is the fact that a British driving licence may no longer be valid in Ireland. Two people that I know of who moved back here from England some years ago, and who have driven quite legally here since then on their British licences, are now frantically trying to get Irish licences before the dreaded No Deal comes to pass.

  I have no idea if they will be successful, as I’m sure they will have to do a test, and I keep saying – although in truth I haven’t a clue (nothing unusual there, says you) that the No Deal won’t happen – but the people involved are scared they may find themselves in a licensing limbo which could invalidate both their licences and their insurance – and so they can’t take the chance. It’s just one very minor problem that a hard border may bring, so for all our sakes, let’s hope something can soon be sorted to prevent such a scenario.

And finally…

Finally for this week, Jimmy Kearney of The Lancers’ fame has asked me to remind you all that the Roscommon Deanery fundraising dance in aid of the Lourdes Assisted Pilgrims Fund takes place on Friday, 8th of March in the Abbey Hotel, with dancing from 9 pm to 1 am.

  Music will be provided by three of the best local bands…Frank Nelson, Patsy McCaul, and The Lancers themselves. It is for a great cause that helps so many individuals and families. There will be loads of spot prizes, and a raffle too. It all only costs €10, so if you can at all, get out the cowboy hat and the dancing shoes, saddle up your old horse, and get to the Abbey on Friday night, 8th of March, where you are guaranteed a top class night of music and dancing. See you there.

 

Till next week, Bye for now!

The low flying planes are ‘no  more’ – but Creggs are flying again!

 

 

It’s a wet, wild, windy Sunday afternoon, and I find myself hitting for the Mayo town of Castlebar, where our rugby team are playing the home side in the semi-final of the Connacht Junior Cup. Winning would mean that we would be heading back to the Sportsground in Galway for the final, for the first time in 26 years.

  It’s funny how memories always come flooding back on occasions such as this. As I passed by the place where Castlebar had their pitch back in the 1970s, my mind drifted all the way back to our first cup game in the 1978/79 season. Back then they played opposite the now defunct Castlebar Airport – on the way in, near McHale Park – and I have told you before that for our first big appearance in the quarter-final of the cup, we travelled without any jerseys, and played the first half in our Sunday shirts, vests, odd jerseys, and in my case a Courtelle, a Paris fashion item which was sold to me by Anto Pettit. Sadly it was ripped asunder in a tackle, long before Jimmy and Nora Connelly combined to have the jerseys in Castlebar for the second half.

  One of the main features of that game was the number of low flying small aircraft coming in to land on the airstrip, which was just across the road at the end of the pitch. They would be so low as they made their final approches that a high kick could well have led to disaster. Anyways, we didn’t bring down any plane, and, remarkably, we won that first ever cup game between the two clubs, and eventually made it to the cup final where we lost  narrowly to a very good Ballina team.

  Since those early days, Castlebar have moved a good few miles…out the Ballinrobe road – but despite the change of venue, it is still one of the most difficult places to go, and last Sunday was no different.

  There will be a report somewhere else in the paper about a tough, dogged, full-blooded encounter, but, eventually, despite a somewhat unconvincing performance, we made it across the winning line and we can now look forward to another battle with Connemara, in Galway, on Sunday, 24th of March. It will hopefully, give us an excuse to pay a visit to Sean Donoghue’s pub in Abbeyknockmoy, where we used always stop for a pint or two back in the days that now seem like a lifetime ago (and sadly they are).

  I hope it’s a good omen, but, yesterday as I was rooting through an old cabinet, I came across the league and cup medals that I was lucky enough to win with Creggs during those heady days, and I really believe this young team can go on to write a glorious new chapter in the history of this marvellous little rugby club. Here’s to March 24th and, win or lose (hopefully win) it’s great to have a big day out to look forward to. I can see myself on a high stool in ‘Abbey’ on the way home.

Enjoyable night in City of the Tribes

On Sunday, after the match in Castlebar, myself and Carol headed for the western Capital (that’s Galway) where we were due to spend the night. Of course, even though it was a Sunday night in February, it was still flat out busy.

  The taximan who brought us into the city centre told us that Monday and Thursday are the busiest nights because of the huge student population. Monday because they have been back after being at home for the weekend where they were properly fed, had their clothes washed, and got a few bob from their hard-pressed parents, and Thursday because they had to spend whatever they had left before going home again on Friday for a re-run of the previous weekend!

  However, he also said that last Sunday night was the busiest he had seen for some time, and judging by the crowds in the pubs and restaurants it was easy to appreciate that. After a hearty meal in The Cellar we did a mini-tour of some of the pubs that were recommended to us by people who are used to the city nightlife. Taaffes was way too busy and noisy for us, and so we crossed the paved cobblestones for my first ever visit to Tig Coili, and it certainly lived up to its billing. There was a big crowd, excellent traditional music, and even better porter – which was like drinking cream milk – and we thoroughly enjoyed our stay.

  However, we felt it would not be right to park in the one place on our very rare trip to Galway, and even though the rain was pelting down (as it seems it only can in Galway), we braved the elements to call to Garavan’s, a lovely old pub with a more mature clientele, before calling it a day (night) after sampling the fare in O’Connells (pictured above), on Eyre Square, a place that had a mixture of young and old and – as with the others – was vibrant, lively and very enjoyable.

  The overwhelming feeling all over was that the City of the Tribes is still one of the best places in Ireland, or anywhere else, for a night out, and I hope it won’t be as long before I sample its delights again.

 

Learner drivers: Draconian penalties

 

On to more serious matters: the new tough penalties which have been brought in against unaccompanied learner drivers are causing quite a bit of annoyance, especially among rural communities.  

  As with the new drink-driving limits, Shane Ross stands accused of trying to destroy what’s left of rural Ireland. Of course there are two sides to every disagreement, and Ross will argue that all he is doing is to try to improve road safety, but for parents who can’t be constantly available to accompany their learner driver children to work, college, sporting activities – or anywhere else – the new penalties are certainly very draconian and inconvenient.

  There must be a way of solving this problem. The waiting time for driving tests seems to be way too long. I heard a lady from Tipperary claiming that the waiting time in her area can be up to six months, while the normal time is somewhere between eight and twelve weeks. There is no doubt that those waiting times are way too long, so maybe there should be a relaxation of the rules for those who are waiting for their tests. I’m no politician, but something must be done to solve what is now a major issue.

And finally…

Finally for this week, Michael Nolan asks me to tell you all about a Table Quiz for Ros FM 94.6 in Cuisle, Donamon, on Friday night, 22nd of February at 9 pm. Tables of 4 are €40.

  Ros FM is run by volunteers and needs all the help it can get, so your support would be greatly appreciated.

 

Till next week, Bye for now! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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