The Weather Thread


#9152

Not a taxi to be had in Dublin.


#9153

They are all watching Cheltenham.
Except the black lads.


#9154

At the moment we are looking at a bit of snow for the Eastern coastal counties again for Saturday night into Sunday. Nothing on the scale of two weeks ago but a large enough snowfall for March, maybe 10cm. The rest of the country will be largely unaffected. The situation could easily change as it wouldn’t take much a shift to change it from snow to rain.


#9155

Should we tool up just in case?


#9156

Are we talking about possible Hurling League QF’s being cancelled on Sunday?


#9157

Will I be able to get to Flower Lodge on Sunday?


#9158

It’s very borderline what will happen at the moment, if it all came down as snow then it’s possible the Wexford and Dublin matches might be in doubt, I’d put it at a 30% chance of them cancelled.


#9159

You’ll be fine.


#9160

Cheers pal.


#9161

Please keep us updated mate, it’s important work you’re doing here.


#9162

What about Aughrim?


#9163

A tough place to go.


#9164

You’ll be fine. Your car has a grand big boot


#9165

Potential for snow alright, it’s very borderline but again I’m saying it should be ok.


#9166

After Aughrim - Emily Lawless

She said, “They gave me of their best,
They lived, they gave their lives for me;
I tossed them to the howling waste,
And flung them to the foaming sea.”

She said, “I never gave them aught,
Not mine the power, if mine the will;
I let them starve, I let them bleed,—
They bled and starved, and loved me still.”

She said, “Ten times they fought for me,
Ten times they strove with might and main,
Ten times I saw them beaten down,
Ten times they rose, and fought again.”

She said, “I stayed alone at home,
A dreary woman, grey and cold;
I never asked them how they fared,
Yet still they loved me as of old.”

She said, “I never called them sons,
I almost ceased to breathe their name,
Then caught it echoing down the wind,
Blown backwards from the lips of Fame.”

She said, “Not mine, not mine that fame;
Far over sea, far over land,
Cast forth like rubbish from my shores,
They won it yonder, sword in hand.”

She said, “God knows they owe me nought,
I tossed them to the foaming sea,
I tossed them to the howling waste,
Yet still their love comes home to me.”


#9167

Eachdhroim an tslaghdán.


#9168

Wrong Aughrim


#9169

Still snow of the sides of roads up there last Monday. Cunt of a place.


#9170

RTÉ scraping the end of the barrel here with a documentary composed of news footage from two weeks ago and interviews with grannies.


#9171

Backtrack.