Caron Wheeler said it best.
[QUOTE=āPeter G, post: 917165, member: 1758ā]I donāt know the details but rip to the lad and heartfelt commiserations to his family.
This is just awful news to hear this. I plead to anyone reading this not to bother with alcohol. It distorts reality and induces depression and paranoia. Aerobic activity is key to a healthy mind. Keep moving.[/QUOTE]
Great post Mark.
One of the Westies Gang, due to be released later this yearā¦
http://www.independent.ie/irish-news/westies-gangster-takes-own-life-in-jail-30210915.html
Got me thinking, was anyone ever arrested for the murder or Coates and Sugg? I suspect not.
[QUOTE=āKinvaraās Passion, post: 935792, member: 686ā]One of the Westies Gang, due to be released later this yearā¦
http://www.independent.ie/irish-news/westies-gangster-takes-own-life-in-jail-30210915.html
Got me thinking, was anyone ever arrested for the murder or Coates and Sugg? I suspect not.[/QUOTE]
Wasnāt it a gang operating in Spain wot did it? Possibly not Irish, iirc.
the Russians
This came up in an episode of Borgen that I was watching last weekā¦
I wonder is there anything we can learn from Greenlands experience with suicide.
Thatās the lads. Donāt want to trifle with them.
especially in and around Marbellaā¦ they run the placeā¦
I thought it was a Turkish gang that killed them?
Nice to have something positive to post in this thread for a change. Been following Jim Breens blog posts every evening during the Cycle Against Suicide since last Monday. Pretty uplifting stuff and amazing to think what 1 man (with a fair wad of cash and decent media contacts) can achieve when he puts his mind to it. If youāve a chance to get involved in this in any way at all Iād highly recommend it.
https://www.facebook.com/CycleAgainstSuicide/posts/294220540737718
Jimās Blog ā Day Nine
At 5.00pm this evening we still had 60km to travel. It might be a long way to Tipperary, but at five oāclock this evening, Donegal looked a whole lot further. The rain was coming down in sheets, the wind was howling abuse and beaten bones were beginning to creak with exhaustion.
This was the stage of the cycle last year where we had the least number of cyclists; it was a stage at which we felt a little bereft; and it was the stage where the nomadic lifestyle was beginning to tell. This year itās different. Itās very different. This year, we have come to a place that I donāt think we found last year - and again Iām not referring to a place on a map.
How do I put it? The peloton is awash with a mature mentality ā¦ if that makes any sense? Rather than get pissed off when someoneās in good humour when youāre not, I find we cling to each otherās positivity like a shield on a battlefield. Similarly, when someone looks to be coping better than you might be, there is no resentment or envy, just relief to have someone from whom to draw strength. We are minding each other; we are being kind to each other. We even tell ourselves that we are lovely, lovable and loved.
Mental energy is stronger than any muscle power on this challenge and it applies to both ends of the equation. To know when your mental energy is sapped and that you need to share in someone elseās; and to know when your mental energy is abundant so that you can open it out for others to own.
The nuts and bolts of this cycle around the island of Ireland are much like the nuts and bolts of life. It is as though life has been condensed, accelerated and played out rapidly in these remarkable days. Just as in life, there are days on this route, when I feel shit. Plain and simple. And for a while, thatās all I can think about ā¦ just how shitty I feel. However on a journey such as this, I cannot rest in my own mire for too long; a decision has to come, do I soak in the proverbial or do I stretch out and ask for a hand up? Because itās ok not to feel ok; and itās absolutely ok to ask for help. And you know, whenever I stretch my hand out, it is invariably captured by another.
Then come the days when Iām the stronger one, when I am cycling up and down the peloton, joining in a conversation, starting a conversation or just listening to a conversation.
I spotted Martin on Day One. He is a post-man, cycling a postmanās bike. Martin is a tough man, a rugged man, an outdoors man ā¦ and a quiet man. On that first day when I met him, I initiated the conversation. He answered my questions, but he didnāt engage. He was bottled up, he was locked down and he was closed out. A silent brick in a wall of silence. On Day Six, he started talking.
For 25 years Martin has cycled the world. During that time, he never stopped to take a photo, he never stopped to have a conversation, and he never looked up to build a memory. Yesterday, on Day Eight of Cycle Against Suicide 2014, Martin confesseed that the past nine days have seen him garner more memories than his 25 years of riding solo. Martin is not just opening up, he is sharing his energy. In talking to a hall of 600 plus yesterday, Martin has stepped outside his comfort zone and is breaking the cycle.
Our mission is to break the cycle of suicide on this island of Ireland and it seems we are starting from within; we are breaking the cycle within the cycle itself.
I know there is a long journey still to travel; I know we have a message still to deliver; itās ok not to feel ok; and itās absolutely ok to ask for help. Our message is gaining momentum. We will get there. āItās a long, long way to Tipperary, but my heart lies there ā¦ā
[QUOTE=āMac, post: 941388, member: 109ā]Nice to have something positive to post in this thread for a change. Been following Jim Breens blog posts every evening during the Cycle Against Suicide since last Monday. Pretty uplifting stuff and amazing to think what 1 man (with a fair wad of cash and decent media contacts) can achieve when he puts his mind to it. If youāve a chance to get involved in this in any way at all Iād highly recommend it.
https://www.facebook.com/CycleAgainstSuicide/posts/294220540737718[/QUOTE]
Just read on rte.ie that a marshal was killed in an accident today in Donegal.
Yeah they got 45 mins outside Donegal and he was in an accident with a car. Awful stuff. They turned around and came straight back to Donegal. No confirmation yet if theyāll continue.
Very sad case - Iām assuming it was suicide btw
Updated: 08 May 2014 03:55 PM
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[B][SIZE=5]The young Roscommon man who declared earlier this week that a Melbourne flood damage court case had ruined his life has died.[/SIZE]
The 29-year-old died yesterday.
Consular assistance is being provided to his family.
Mr Gaffney, who was originally from Lanesborough in Co Longford, pleaded guilty to criminal damage and was handed a $10,000 fine over an incident in April last year when he set off a fire hydrant in a hotel.
The flooding caused an estimated $500,000 worth of damage and forced the evacuation of the hotel.
Chief Judge Michael Rozenes said it was hard to see where the evil lay in Mr Gaffneyās conduct.
Judge Rozenes said Gaffney had been heavily intoxicated, but there was no malicious intent to cause damage to the hotel, and it was just a stupid act that he would never have contemplated if he was sober.
Gaffney, the youngest of six children, said he felt ashamed by the incident.
āThis entire thing has ruined my life completely,ā Gaffney said. āIāve spent 10 years in Australia trying to better myself and in the space of one night everything can be taken away from you.
āPeople who go out for the night and drink too much can ruin themselves completely.ā
Mr Gaffney completed a carpentry apprenticeship and moved to Queensland where he worked for the construction company McNab.
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jesus 
Fuck-I was pulling the piss out of him last night when I read about the hotel. Poor fucker.
Thatās fucking desperate.
Though if you were being sued for half a million quid, became a worldwide figure of fun overnight and the woman you wanted to marry had dumped youā¦itās an understandable reaction, unfortunately.
Shocking stuff.
I do wonder at the continued non reporting of suicide as suicide though.
Was laughing myself reading about it yesterday thinking it could happen anyone after a right session.
Thatās what we were saying-how it could be any one of us fuck ups after a bender. Poor cunt.