A parent has a moral obligation to educate his children- you’d want to be leading them along, playing great music that they mightn’t discover otherwise etc. And shouting at them, of course.
They’ll find their own way, my eldest has great taste in music now, she’d ask me for recommendations, in fact all the kids would be familiar with my music because I play it for myself around the house as well,
4 girls in a car can be tough going, at least if they’re all happy with the tunes you’ve a chance, they’d be bickering non stop if I stuck on Townes Van Zandt
Actually yesterday I chanced ‘can’t hardly wait’ by the Repkacements while we were going to Charleville and a row broke out by the second verse.
Anyway tis all over now, my eldest girl had an incredible night on Saturday at the Aviva, and fair play to her, life is short
On a wall beside a pitch at the back of the Regional Hospital in Galway there used to be the words “NEW ORDER” painted in large capital letters. It was very visible from Seamus Quirke Road. It was quite a local landmark actually, the New Order wall. Beside the New Order graffiti there was a much less legible. smaller and more apologetic scrawling of “The Smiths”.
This graffiti endured for at least 30 years. It was washed off at some point over the last decade.
Do people still spray paint the name of their favourite terrorist organisation on walls much these days?
There’s a “JOIN INLA” spray painted on a wall at the back of Laurel Park. I think it’s still there.
Is there a name of a public figure, football team or terrorist organisation missing from the inverted commas part of that post or was that the actual graffiti, a sort of 1970s version of the generalised, commodified, vacuous fake INTERNET kindness of today?
“We all love you” could be the corporate slogan of an evil social media company.
“We all love you.”
Who is “we”? “We” is everybody. You is you. Everybody in the world loves you. And we will give you likes to hook you on our e-drugs.
A new footpath was laid at the Millmount end of the hurling field in Kilmallock in my childhood. Someone wrote in the wet cement “1984 will come”. They were right. It’s still there today.