Falling for the opposite sex…literally!

For ever and ever, since the days of Adam and Eve, men have done all kinds of strange and sometimes outrageous things in the often vain attempt to impress some member of the opposite sex and it seems that over in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania the tradition is still alive and well.

  Last week, an unidentified man (lucky for him I’d say, as he’d have got some slagging if his name came out), got trapped between two buildings after he tried to jump from one roof to another, in a bid to impress a woman he had just met. It took four hours to rescue him after he fell into the narrow rubbish filled space between the buildings and the rescue crews had to cut a hole through a wall in a restaurant to get him out! He reportedly had a broken ankle, probably also damaged his pride and ego but still managed to wave at television cameras as he was wheeled to a waiting ambulance. There is no report as to whether or not he managed to win the affections of his mystery lady but I sincerely hope his stunt was not in vain, as he could truly say he had fallen for her charms. Maybe next time he should buy a bunch of flowers!

Hard to imagine Italian devastation

As I drove to work this morning, I tried to imagine the horror that the people of central Italy are going through at the moment and passing through Creggs and Athleague, I tried to think what would the reaction be if those villages and the villages of Ballygar, Glenamaddy, Ballymoe and a number of others were to be flattened to the ground, while their inhabitants slept in their beds in the middle of the night. It is almost beyond our comprehension and maybe that’s a good thing that it is so hard to understand the sheer scale of the tragedy that has happened overnight out of the blue on an unsuspecting and helpless community.

  With all the developments in science over the last number of years, I would have thought it should be possible to predict such disasters or at least have an idea as to where they might occur. Even when I was in school, a long time ago now I can remember that central Italy was recognised as a volatile, unstable area and on that basis surely it should have been under permanent monitoring.

  With that, I was only thinking about the material and structural damage and not about the terrible death toll which has seen hundreds of lives lost in a small country area. Again, it is hard to imagine the total sense of devastation, grief and loss that has befallen the inhabitants of these mountainous villages and at this point in time it’s hard to believe that those who survived the terrible events will ever return to normal. I know there are many calls on our money but if anyone comes to you for a bit of financial aid for these poor people, let us do what we can for our European neighbours.

Not all Rose-y in Tralee!

As we all know, for many years now the Rose of Tralee contest has managed to keep itself above the tackier beauty contests, like Miss World and Miss Universe by acknowledging that there is more to the modern lady than just bathing suits and beauty.

  To be fair to the contestants: they are always intelligent, capable women and it must be said that this year the Roscommon Rose, Aisling McNeill, was a superb representative for her county. However, this year the organisers definitely got it wrong by allowing the television cameras film a documentary which showed the 65 girls being separated into two groups, in two different rooms and then shown the reaction of the 33 girls who failed to make the live shows. The disappointment was terrible for these poor girls and in my opinion totally insensitive and not necessary.

  I am glad to see, maybe for the first year ever that two of the Roses, the Down Rose Fainche McCormack and the Sydney Rose Brianna Parkins have come out and slammed the organisers for allowing the documentary, which they branded as disgusting and cruel. The Down Rose had some other pretty harsh things to say about the whole thing and while there is no such thing as bad publicity, I’m sure the people in charge will make sure that the documentary or at least the part showing the selection process will never happen again.

  It’s a tricky business getting such a massive event to pass off without a hitch so I suppose an odd slip up isn’t too bad but it does show that sometimes as they say; ‘if it’s not broke, don’t fix it!’

Not so easy going on Easy Jet!

 

Sticking with strange incidents, this week an Easy Jet flight from London Gatwick to Belfast was delayed for two hours as two members of the crew had to be escorted off the flight as they had a fight over the unwrapping of water bottles. The plane was actually taxiing on the runway when the row broke out so they had to turn back and get rid of the two crewmembers, presumably for good and wait for two replacements before the flight could take off.

  The dance group, Disclosure, was among the passengers and they were not too happy that a tiff between two of the cabin crew could cause such a major inconvenience! Surely they could have sorted it out as the London to Belfast flight wouldn’t take very long but it seems it couldn’t be done.

  An Easy Jet spokesperson commented, saying passenger safety and welfare was their main consideration and they said that in order to deliver that their crew had to work as a team, which wasn’t the case in this instance. I’ve been delayed on runways by fog and the Icelandic dust and traffic jams but thank God a staff row has never kept me grounded.

Flying the flag in Tipperary

On Sunday evening, as the Dubs were once more putting the Kerry lads in their place, I was, along with my good wife Carol, making my way down through the country to the absolutely beautiful Glen of Aherlow, in Co. Tipperary. On Thursday night I had a couple of quiet pints in Mikeen’s and his wife Carmel told me that the town of Roscrea was a sight to behold, with all the Tipperary flags and buntings that were flying around the town. Now you would think that having been forewarned I would not have been surprised at what I saw but there was one estate, on the Templemore Road, that quite literally was a sea of blue and yellow. Never, even in Mayo when they got to their first All-Ireland for a long time in 1989 and when they almost painted the county green and red, have I seen anything like it.

  Let’s hope it all bears fruit in a few weeks’ time and please God they will get the better of their mortal enemies, the Kilkenny Cats, in the All-Ireland hurling final. Hopefully followed by the Mayo footballers later in September.

  As I write this, I am surrounded by the Galtee Mountains and with the glorious weather we’ve had once again it proves that there is no place like Ireland when the sun shines.

Couple attend their own funerals

It’s been a strange week, because over in Bosnia, Dragan Maric, 61, and his wife Dragica decided to have their own funerals, even though obviously they haven’t died yet. They sent invites out to friends and relatives to the pretend funeral and more than 200 people turned up. They said that as they had no children to organise a proper funeral, they decided to do it themselves and they wanted to celebrate their lives with friends and family.

  It mightn’t be such a bad idea but it would be very embarrassing if nobody turned up! At least if you waited till you were really gone, you wouldn’t know if anyone came to say farewell, so I won’t be sending out invites any time soon!

Support your local dance

 

Finally for this week, the big dance on the 1st of October in Dowd’s, Glinsk for Cancer Care West and the Lourdes Invalid fund with music by The Lancers is getting ever closer so for the next few weeks we will be knocking at your doors, hoping for your usual kind greetings and your financial support. Sometimes I don’t think we realise how lucky we are. 

 

Till next week, bye for now!