Old Sneezes

Archive for February, 2007

What ya think?

Friday, February 16th, 2007

We are all individuals.  Except me.  I’m the same as everyone else. So I’ve joined the mass exodus to WordPress, following such luminaries as the Kav lad and Twenty (who got really fancy and even got his own domain).  And Eolaí gan Fhéile’s praise for WordPress played no small part in the decision.  He knows [...]

What’s with the vegetables?

Thursday, February 15th, 2007

I just noticed that Google were displaying a different logo yesterday, February 14. They do this to mark special occasions like The Feathers in December, Egg Time in spring, Green Day in March, We Rule The World Day in July and so on. So what’s this one about? A tomato wrapped in some sort of [...]

(Lack of) Crap Planning in Kildare

Tuesday, February 13th, 2007

The Leinster Leader ran a story last week about plans for a badly needed new primary school in Kill being knocked on the head. The management of the school have been fighting for years for permission to build on a new site. The Council had objections to each proposal. Either too close to a road, [...]

Blog Awards (and something that’s bugging me)

Saturday, February 10th, 2007

Despite Mr. Mulley’s having to cull some of the nominations for the Blog Awards, all of the suggestions I made in January are the long list. Fair play to me. Being a newbie at this blog racket, it’s as good as winning one myself. I would have been as sick as a small hospital if [...]

Where is it?

Thursday, February 8th, 2007

Right lads, where is it? The snow I mean. On the news last night they were issuing major weather alerts. They showed images of Dublin, where the roads were being gritted, with particular attention being paid to bus routes and around hospitals. Snow ploughs were fitted to the trucks for the first time in six [...]

Screaming at the radio

Tuesday, February 6th, 2007

I like the auld wireless I do. The telly is too much of a distraction. Watch and listen at the same time! No way. That’s like trying to have a conversation with a woman. Ah, the wireless. Now that’s a different story. You can let it blabber away there in the background and you only [...]

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