God, religion, faith, spirituality, etc etc

I’m saying that really, however manipulation of the mind is far more damaging in global/societal sense that manipulation of a weapon. There are laws and moral outrage at the use of a weapon, where as the initial action that proceeds the use of that weapon is manipulation of the mind, which there is no police for.

As a society now we always look fora solution to the final action, not the root of the problem. We are lazy and That is why we accept the police states we are being hearded into.

In the part of Carlow that Fitzy hails from, they’re usually sent across the county boundary to get their schooling from the Faithful Companion of Jesus nuns in Bunclody.

Good to see the Paper of Record setting the record straight as regards some uncharacteristically sloppy reporting.


An obituary of road bowling champion Mick Barry in last Saturday’s edition said that he often played against Bishop John Buckley of Cork and Ross, who would compete in his cassock. Bishop Buckely points out that when he played bowling he always dressed, and still does, in suitable sporting attire. He has not, at any time, bowled wearing clerical garb.


[SIZE=6]Modest monarch of Irish road bowling[/SIZE]
[SIZE=5]Mick Barry: January 10th, 1919 - December 6th, 2014[/SIZE]

Mick Barry[/URL], who has died aged 95, was the greatest player ever to compete in the minority sport of road bowling, a 17th century game introduced to Ireland, as the story goes, by the soldiers of King William of Orange who relieved their boredom during a long siege by throwing canon balls. It is still played every Sunday morning on the winding country roads of [URL=‘http://www.irishtimes.com/search/search-7.1213540?tag_location=Cork&article=true’]Cork and Armagh.

As head gardener at UCC, where he worked for almost 50 years, Barry’s prowess at throwing a metal ball weighing 28 ounces with great accuracy and speed, convinced many a student and academic, including a former president of the college, to take up this little known but exciting game.

Its recent spread to Mayo, Waterford, Limerick, Wexford, Louth, Monaghan and Tyrone is due in no small way to the many fine qualities which Barry brought to the sport.

Born in Waterfall, a few miles west of Cork city, he began to make his name in the sport in 1937 and was virtually unbeatable for six decades until he retired from competitive bowling in 1997 at the age of 78.

[SIZE=3]Multiple titles[/SIZE]
In all, he won 13 championships under the auspices of Ból-Chumann na hÉireann. Though he was 44 when the All-Ireland series was inaugurated in 1963, he went on to win eight senior all-Ireland titles between 1965 and 1975, when he was 56.

In her funeral homily, Susan Greene, chairperson of the national BĂłl-Chumann organisation, described him as the greatest player she had ever seen.

Recalling that on St Patrick’s Day in 1955 he became the first to loft a 16-oz bowl over the 90-ft-high and 21-ft-wide Chetwynd Viaduct, known as the bowler’s Everest, she also reminded mourners of the time he lofted Mary Anne’s pub in Dublin Hill, thus gaining the edge in a tight game.

Bishop John Buckley of Cork and Ross, an aficionado of the sport, who often played against him in his cassock, said Barry had done for bowling what Christy Ring did for hurling.

A trade unionist and a modest family man who never drank or smoked, Mick Barry was, by any yardstick, one of Ireland’s most successful sportsmen.

His home was brimful of medals, cups, shields and other trophies from countless bowling victories. In the course of his long career, he won European gold and silver medals, including one for winning at the novel pursuit of moor-bowling in Holland during the first international championship played there in 1969.

Named Supreme Bowler of the Millennium by Ból-Chumann na hÉireann in 1999, Barry was known to followers of the sport as the “king of the road”.

One of his rare defeats was at Dublin Hill in Cork to another great player, the late Danny McParland of Armagh, where road bowling is called “bullets”.

The following year, however, playing for what was then a record stake of ÂŁ1,700, Barry won the return score in Armagh, going on to become the most successful player in the history of the game. A superb athlete, he was immensely strong and light of foot and could throw the bowl with great speed and accuracy at a sop of grass placed on the road to guide the shot.

With spectators literally betting bundles of money on every throw of the bowl, Barry also had nerves of steel in a game where the winner is the player with the fewest shots to the finish line. Relishing the buzz of major competitions, he knew that fortunes could turn on a bounce of a bowl, sending it either around the next corner or into the ditch.

So highly regarded was he that UCC honoured him with an honorary Master of Arts degree and Cork City Council named a road after him.

Predeceased by his wife, Betty, and children Jimmy and Mary, he is survived by daughters Noreen, Kathleen and Anne, sons Pat, Michael and SeĂĄn, sisters Rita and Theresa and his brother Ned.

http://www.irishtimes.com/life-and-style/people/modest-monarch-of-irish-road-bowling-1.2043803

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[QUOTE=“Manuel Zelaya, post: 1064059, member: 377”]Good to see the Paper of Record setting the record straight as regards some uncharacteristically sloppy reporting.


An obituary of road bowling champion Mick Barry in last Saturday’s edition said that he often played against Bishop John Buckley of Cork and Ross, who would compete in his cassock. Bishop Buckely points out that when he played bowling he always dressed, and still does, in suitable sporting attire. He has not, at any time, bowled wearing clerical garb.


[SIZE=6]Modest monarch of Irish road bowling[/SIZE]
[SIZE=5]Mick Barry: January 10th, 1919 - December 6th, 2014[/SIZE]

Mick Barry[/URL], who has died aged 95, was the greatest player ever to compete in the minority sport of road bowling, a 17th century game introduced to Ireland, as the story goes, by the soldiers of King William of Orange who relieved their boredom during a long siege by throwing canon balls. It is still played every Sunday morning on the winding country roads of [URL=‘http://www.irishtimes.com/search/search-7.1213540?tag_location=Cork&article=true’]Cork and Armagh.

As head gardener at UCC, where he worked for almost 50 years, Barry’s prowess at throwing a metal ball weighing 28 ounces with great accuracy and speed, convinced many a student and academic, including a former president of the college, to take up this little known but exciting game.

Its recent spread to Mayo, Waterford, Limerick, Wexford, Louth, Monaghan and Tyrone is due in no small way to the many fine qualities which Barry brought to the sport.

Born in Waterfall, a few miles west of Cork city, he began to make his name in the sport in 1937 and was virtually unbeatable for six decades until he retired from competitive bowling in 1997 at the age of 78.

[SIZE=3]Multiple titles[/SIZE]
In all, he won 13 championships under the auspices of Ból-Chumann na hÉireann. Though he was 44 when the All-Ireland series was inaugurated in 1963, he went on to win eight senior all-Ireland titles between 1965 and 1975, when he was 56.

In her funeral homily, Susan Greene, chairperson of the national BĂłl-Chumann organisation, described him as the greatest player she had ever seen.

Recalling that on St Patrick’s Day in 1955 he became the first to loft a 16-oz bowl over the 90-ft-high and 21-ft-wide Chetwynd Viaduct, known as the bowler’s Everest, she also reminded mourners of the time he lofted Mary Anne’s pub in Dublin Hill, thus gaining the edge in a tight game.

Bishop John Buckley of Cork and Ross, an aficionado of the sport, who often played against him in his cassock, said Barry had done for bowling what Christy Ring did for hurling.

A trade unionist and a modest family man who never drank or smoked, Mick Barry was, by any yardstick, one of Ireland’s most successful sportsmen.

His home was brimful of medals, cups, shields and other trophies from countless bowling victories. In the course of his long career, he won European gold and silver medals, including one for winning at the novel pursuit of moor-bowling in Holland during the first international championship played there in 1969.

Named Supreme Bowler of the Millennium by Ból-Chumann na hÉireann in 1999, Barry was known to followers of the sport as the “king of the road”.

One of his rare defeats was at Dublin Hill in Cork to another great player, the late Danny McParland of Armagh, where road bowling is called “bullets”.

The following year, however, playing for what was then a record stake of ÂŁ1,700, Barry won the return score in Armagh, going on to become the most successful player in the history of the game. A superb athlete, he was immensely strong and light of foot and could throw the bowl with great speed and accuracy at a sop of grass placed on the road to guide the shot.

With spectators literally betting bundles of money on every throw of the bowl, Barry also had nerves of steel in a game where the winner is the player with the fewest shots to the finish line. Relishing the buzz of major competitions, he knew that fortunes could turn on a bounce of a bowl, sending it either around the next corner or into the ditch.

So highly regarded was he that UCC honoured him with an honorary Master of Arts degree and Cork City Council named a road after him.

Predeceased by his wife, Betty, and children Jimmy and Mary, he is survived by daughters Noreen, Kathleen and Anne, sons Pat, Michael and SeĂĄn, sisters Rita and Theresa and his brother Ned.

http://www.irishtimes.com/life-and-style/people/modest-monarch-of-irish-road-bowling-1.2043803

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I honestly thought you were a knob end and a fucking bore but statistically you are a 100% total knob end and 100% complete fucking bore.

You are what roasters would only aspire to. On blind date, you and Kev would win a hot air ballon ride together .

What a fantastic person Mick Barry would have been to know.

I’m surprised you didn’t have me down as a student of the vocational college Manuel. I have many and fond memories of the FCJ, although in the main I hated school, especially the fallacy of the prayer at the start of class, which I refused to do.
I’m not from Carlow btw.

Oh aye, what a rebel you were fisty, hopefully a priest beat the shit out of you

For a person supposedly fulfilled by a piece of plastic with a motor (sorry, let me clarify, your “nutribullet”), you’re terribly aggressive tossy.

[QUOTE=“Fitzy, post: 1064220, member: 236”]
I’m not from Carlow btw.[/QUOTE]

Are you sure about that?

[QUOTE=“Fitzy, post: 1064220, member: 236”]I’m surprised you didn’t have me down as a student of the vocational college Manuel. I have many and fond memories of the FCJ, although in the main I hated school, especially the fallacy of the prayer at the start of class, which I refused to do.
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Well if that was your attitude to the daily prayer, you should have been in the tech you ungrateful whelp. It was a school run by the Faithful Companion of Jesus nuns. If you weren’t prepared to adhere to their ethos, you had no business been there.

The FCJ’s had franchises in Kilmallock and Bruff as well.

Cheers for the info, pal.

I didn’t know him well but I met and saw him throughout my life, he was on our road every weekend bowling. Although he lived at the opposite side of the parish.
Even before I left 3-4 years ago he looked in remarkably fit and strong. He still threw the odd bowl then.

Mick Barry and the Harriers is how I remember winter at Home when I’m away. Hurling and football are my memories of summer.

And some lads think I’d a deprived childhood. :smiley:

A gent and a great role model.

Any time, bud,

What’s it all about lads? I’m out since 11am and can’t make it out at all. I have 9 pints of Guinness drank

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Lads, do you think I’m a bad person?

You’re an imaginary person, I wouldn’t get too troubled by existential matters

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I think you mean well mate. Don’t become a victim of your success and you’ll be grand.

I’ve too much money and time on my hands

I’m feeling very self destructive today. I’ll have a tonne on raydara in the next one in the curragh. Easy come. Easy go