A red squirrel ran out in front of my car this morning. I pinned the motor to the road and saved the little fellows life. i will always remember it.
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Corn flakes for dinner tonight so
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Years ago, when I was backpacking across Western Europe, I was just outside Barcelona, hiking in the foothills of mount Tibidabo. I was at the end of this path, and I came to a clearing, and there was a lake, very secluded, and there were tall trees all around. It was dead silent. Gorgeous. And across the lake I saw, a beautiful woman, bathing herself. but she was cryingâŠ
I hesitated, watching, struck by her beauty. And also by how her presence; the delicate curve of her back, the dark sweep of her hair, the graceful length of her limbs, even her tears, added to the majesty of my surroundings. I felt my own tears burning behind my eyes, not in sympathy, but in appreciation of such a perfect moment.
She spied me before I could compose myself. But she didnât cry out. Instead our eyes held and she smiled, enigmatically, fresh tears still spilling down her cheeks. I was frozen. I knew nothing about this woman, and yet, as we stood on opposite sides of a pool of water, thousands of miles from my own home and everyone I had ever known, I felt the most intense connection. Not just to her, but to the earth, the sky, the water between us. And also to the entirety of mankind. As if she symbolized thousands of years of the human condition.
I wanted to go to her, to comfort her, to probe this feeling of belonging I had never encountered before. But I couldnât. Because I knew that if I spoke, if she spoke, that moment would be ruined. And I knew I would need the memory of that moment to carry me through the inevitable dark patches throughout my life.
And so I watched her lower her hand, turn, and slowly walk to the shore opposite me. The rest of her perfect form was gradually revealed to me, and I held my breath as I watched her disappear behind a copse of trees near the water.
I didnât follow her, in fact I turned around. I knew there was nothing else we could experience together that would be more perfect than that momentâŠand it still remains the most profound experience of my life.
Cc @Tassotti
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The beauty of the Newly built Windfarm outside Kilamley made me emotional last week, mate.
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Iâm in tears reading that.
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yes
when a friend of mine died in a few years back i saw her lying in such peace , beautiful , radiant and glowing, death takes but maybe it also gives something , i remember thinking that the Greeks would have sacked troy to have taken her back with them,
i stood there for a while and got very emotional , i thought about it the other night actually when i was having a few cans on my own in the kitchen, looking out into the abyss of my fractured life and the inconsistency of my relationships with those around me,
I could see the silhouette of my wife , standing there smoking in the dimly lit gloom and wondered if she too was wishing to be in that girls place, maybe she seeks a way outâŠ
i snapped out of it then pretty quickly and turned on MOTD
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Itâs not you fault pal, thatâs the Cark in you. Sure look at the state of @caoimhaoin and @gilgamboa as well.
Better one day as a lion than a life as a lamb pal. Us cork boys know that. We donât drive down the middle of the road
Didnt you work in a bank?
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Anyone been to confession lately ??
My old fella sent me to confession two days before I got married. That was seventeen years ago. Does that qualify as lately?
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Thatâs your call .
I do sometimes. Especially raw onions. They always make me cry.
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2 birds from Portadown more or less raped me back in a flat after Irland-All Blacks game in 2002.
Once over initial shock it became a spiritual experience that i look back on with great fondness.
It was a big turning point for me with Dirty Proddy Northerns too.
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That never happened
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Most people would make up a story about a threesome but of course youâd have to be raped by them 
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Predictable jealousy
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Went home with one of them, she sent in her mate a few mins later. Joined us a while after.
It was under the ground level on one of those old georgian houses in Ranalagh.
A great night for the republic
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Nordie women are lovely.
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