Showing posts with label Irish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Irish. Show all posts

Thursday 13 April 2023

Spring, Irish Biden, Google Spit!


Blue sky above, freezing wind below, yet the birds are chasing one another about the branches, and the buds are beginning to bloom.  By the weekend we may have leaves once again adorning the trees.
Spring is the best time of the year.  The future is ahead, the blossoms and wee flowers begin to appear, the weather heats up, soon, and Blue Tits gorge themselves on thousands of would be butterfly's.  
How enjoyable simple things can be.
Nothing else has happened as most are on holiday.
Big fuss by the 'Daily Mail' concerning a junior doctors strike leader going on holiday when the strike is on.  They do not mention the Secretary of State for Health, who ever he is, is also on holiday, but that appears OK.


Joe Biden continues to astound, he fails to comprehend the Prime Minister, though neither do we, he mistakes the 'All Blacks' New Zealand rugby side, for the 'Black & Tan!'  He continues seeking US pretend Irish votes by stressing his Irishness, if he can find some, and talks down the UK just because he needs those votes.  'Special relationship' indeed.
Maybe he just forgot?


I have used a lot of swear words this day. 
I am trying to amend the war memorial and it just will not work.
First it does not allow me to insert what I was inserting, unless it is giant size.  There is no means to reduce the size.
Then while attempting to amend things the whole portion disappears! 
Where did it go?  No idea!
The arrow button brought it back, but where was it, and why did it go?
Eventually, I decided to delete that portion and start again.
This I did.  I copied the words, deleted, reinserted the words, and then the picture item as before.
As before it would not work.
In doing this several pictures decide to join in for some unknown reason.  Much of the day was spent trying to unjoin them.  Why do this?  The old system worked perfectly, so a 14 years old improved it so it does not work simply.
Now, after several words I have not used for years, I find I am close to success, except the next portion has disappeared!   A photo I wished to insert there, is also huge, and now deleted.  
This is not the time for a would be councillor to knock on my door and suggest voting for them!
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!  I left it unsaved and with work to do, later.



Wednesday 17 March 2021

Friday 27 March 2009

Irish Poker


Six retired Irishmen were playing poker in O'Leary 's apartment when Paddy Murphy loses Euro 500 on a single hand, clutches his chest, and drops dead at the table. Showing respect for their fallen brother, the other five continue playing standing up. Michael O'Conner looks around and asks, 'Oh, me boys, someone's got to tell Paddy's wife. Who will it be?'
They draw straws. Paul Gallagher picks the short one. They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, don't make a bad situation any worse. 'Discreet???
I'm the most discreet Irishmen you'll ever meet. Discretion is me middle name. Leave it to me.' Gallagher goes over to Murphy's house and knocks on the door.
Mrs. Murphy answers, and asks what he wants. Gallagher declares,'Your husband just lost
Euro 500, and is afraid to come home.'
'Tell him to drop dead!', says Murphy's wife.
'I'll go tell him.' says Gallagher.