I’m still a busy little bee working away and retagging old posts. I’m now up to September 2006. That’s only another four years to go and I’ll be up to date! errr, that’s a lot of posts. Tis odd though, going though my life back then, I posted a lot more, for one thing. And […]
This morning, as I walked to work, I happened to glance at the headline of my Metro Family anger at killings verdict. And I thought to myself, this couldn’t be the family of the armed raiders shot while robbing a post office, could it? Of course it was. This sort of shite annoys the fuck […]
I apologise for posting so much nothingness and links today, but dude! Samurai swords! Two men have been arrested in Castleconnel after a row in which two, maybe three samurai swords were involved.
It matters what we journalists do. If I didn’t think my work made a difference, I’d probably give it up
Today marks the tenth anniversary of the death of Veronica Guerin. For those of you who don’t know Guerin was a journalist who mainly wrote crime stories. Exposing drug lords and crime gangs. She was shot and killed as she sat in her car at a red light on the Naas road. In the aftermath […]
“Gravity is a cruel and unpredictable mistress, so…” “No it isn’t, it’s a constant all over the world.”
So many topics, so little inclination. Nevertheless I shall write something, about something. I could bring up the high speed bus chase through Dublin yesterday, which resulted in one fatality and many injuries, and some people asking why the gardaí didn’t shoot the driver, but other people are already discussing it. Then there is the […]
The whole country had learned through the heartfelt appeals by Robert’s parents, Mark and Majella, that their son feared the dark and, aware of that, a garda charged with preserving the scene asked Fr O’Donovan to pass on a message to the family if he thought it appropriate.
Fr O’Donovan recalled: “He said, ‘I was one of two gardaÃ who kept watch with Robert last night . . . I would like the parents to know that Robert wasn’t alone last night – I spoke to him all the time’; and then he concluded, ‘I just wish I had a blanket to wrap around him’.”