Finbar was ordained a priest in the late 1960s. With a name like that he was of course from Cork, a scholarship boy from the CBS at Sullivan's Quay. Some short few years after priestly ordination he was sent to the Irish Dominican mission in Argentina. Back then he was a tall, highly intelligent young man, who after a short time in the country, spoke fluent Spanish.
While the most sophisticated jets ever made drop their bombs over Syrian cities, particularly Aleppo, the United States of America prepares for its November elections. Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton slug it out. It's not a pretty show. While they fight it out Gary Johnson, the Libertarian candidate, does not know where Aleppo is.
Our 16th wedding anniversary is coming up. Sixteen years of sharing my life, my bed and my wine with the same man. It's nothing short of a miracle. Some would say he deserves a medal. I'd say he won the Lotto when he met me - and then I spent it!
AMAZING! Just when you thought US Presidential candidate Donald Trump couldn't sink any lower he uncovers a whole new underworld of nastiness to unleash on the planet. The not-at-all suprising revelations that he bragged about sexual assault captured in a 2005 recording released by the Washington Post on Friday, show his vulgar and vile self in all its ugliness. His comments befit the man who is increasingly taking on the role of an orange carnival villain of old. In the recording Trump bragged that he kisses women without permission and he can 'grab them by the p****' because he's a star.
Monday, September 26, some time after 6.30 a.m., it was dark and wet, at least in Dublin. I was cycling on a relatively narrow road when a car passed at speed and far too close to me. I caught up with the car at the traffic lights and beckoned to the driver. He opened his window. In a polite and quiet manner I suggested he was driving far too fast and came dangerously close to me. He looked at me and told me to f... off. The lights turned green and we both moved on. Not a nice early-morning experience. But that's life, unfortunately.
After 46 years on this planet, I have finally come to the conclusion that I hate exercise. All exercise! There are no exceptions. It isn't because I haven't found 'My Thing', or because I haven't given it a chance, nope. I'm just allergic.
I don't know what I was more shocked about last week-the fact that Brad and Angelina split up or that Bono suddenly looks like he's had a hair transplant! Anyone who's seen photos of him recently will have noticed a sudden shock of auburn quiff that was never there before. I'd be very disappointed if he has. Bono is always the first on my celebrity dinner party list but if he's vain enough to have had a hair transplant, I'll have to reconsider.
Some months back a group of people in the Three Patrons' Parish in Dublin's Rathgar came together to form an environment group. The group has a busy programme outlined for the months ahead. To kick off the schedule, renowned eco theologian Sean McDonagh came to the parish last Monday and spoke on the environment. The hall was packed to capacity. It was a great mix, young and not-so-young, women and men. Another sign of how people are interested in theology/religion/environment. When they know the topic is going to make sense to them they are only too delighted to turn up.
Parents spend the first years of their children's lives wishing for the day when their offspring can dress themselves, make their own breakfast, tidy up their toys, wipe their own bums and generally give the grown ups some peace and quiet.
When little five-year-old Seán heard he was going to the Aqua Dome in Killarney on Saturday with his Dad and siblings he got so excited, his exuberance made his aunt suggest, instead of going to the Aqua Dome they might make a trip to the school. Before she had the words out of her mouth he piped up, 'I love school'. Out of the mouths of babes...
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