Bealtaine, Sunshine and Anna.

Bealtaine, Sunshine and Anna.

It’s safe to read on today.  No crime mysteries to solve in this post.


There is a place here in County Donegal, Ireland which is worth a visit if you are ever up this way. It’s a circle of standing stones called Beltany.

The Irish readers will already know this; There are lots of place names and towns re-named by the English years ago when they were making their maps and dividing up the land. Basically, the name Beltany comes from the gaelic name for the month of May, Bealtaine, pronounced bale-tan-na, or that’s how I do it in my accent.

Bealtaine was a big deal. The start of the summer. The season of growth. I believe that word came from an ancient god named Belenus. I believe his name came from Bel in Gaulish celtic mythology meaning bright/light/shine.

I’ll get to the point.

Anna is a blogger who is/was a teacher. I read a post on her blog very recently and it was a side to teaching I had never heard before. She loved the kids so much it hurt. It is one of those posts that stick in my head. Her blog is here .

I had already been given the Sunshine award badge. Anna didn’t know this. It was my fault. Since then I made a page called ‘Awards’ just to remind myself how truly great I am and to let anybody see what I already have on my lapel.

I want to do something to show my appreciation to Anna for giving a ‘Sunshine’ award, of all things, to a wretch like me. I will answer the questions as honestly as I can without kicking off WW3 and Armageddon and all that.

1. Why did I decide to start blogging?

I like reading and I like writing about the things I that interest me, I think. It’s a question I have been asking myself recently.

2. Have I ever had a near death experience?

Yes! Most definitely. I was 16 or 17 in the passenger seat of the a friend’s car. We were going pretty fast on a narrow lane. There was a pothole (I can still see it in my mind’s eye), he swerved to avoid it and next thing the car left the road. We were hurtling through a downhill field. Time slowed down, I looked at him then looked back towards the window. Then it happened. My life actually flashed in front of me. It’s so hard to explain but all these different scenes from my life up to that point were flicking in front of me. So fast. If you remember how the six million dollar man used to read a book, by just fanning the pages? It was like that. Super fast visual scenes but my brain understood each one. Anyway, the car landed safely. We got it towed out of the field, gave her a quick wash, replaced the broken number plate, and had her back in his yard before his father noticed she was missing. Happy days.

3. Am I lover or a fighter? First thought please.


4. Do I drink caffeine?


5. What’s my favourite food?

I don’t think I have one. I eat anything. Even my words.

6. Name my favourite fictional character?

Ross O’Carroll Kelly.

7. Do I prefer real books or e-reader?

Real books.

8. Have I ever smoked cigarettes?

Honey, I’ve eaten cigarettes! I smoked since boyhood until pancake Tuesday 2009. I hope to take up pipe smoking if I make it to 60. I love everything about pipe smoking. The image, the cleaning ritual, the smell, everything.

9. Am I married with/without kids?

Yes to both charges. My fate is sealed.

10. Am I a positive or negative person, most of the time?

I am eternally positive. And I would be even more positive if a newsreader did this every once in a while:

Thank you Anna, and thanks to anybody else for reading


photo from google images

The News! Ha!

The News! Ha!

“At some stage in their lives most men will stumble upon the truth, but most men will pick themselves up and stumble onward.”

Winston Churchill said that, or something to that effect. Even though I wouldn’t be a fan of his, that statement was so true.

The thing that drives me crazy is the news. The news should be re-named ‘the lies’.

The thing that bugs me even more than the news are the people who believe it.

The thing that bugs me even more than the people who believe it, are the people who know it’s lies and choose to pretend.

I could post links to youtube videos showing proof that the bigger the channel, the bigger the lie.

Like the reporter telling that the third tower had fallen, then suddenly being cut off mid report when they realised it was still standing, behind her, in the background. That same third tower which never appeared once in the commission report. Why? Watch the video of the thing falling.

Or the news channel that showed “live pictures” of crowds in Libya during the “rebellion”. Which was a recording from India!!

And why do the “experts” always get interviewed with a well stocked library shelf in the background, while the “nonconformists” get interviewed in a car park or in the middle of their breakfast? Because a picture says a thousand words.

I could post links but then that would spoil the dream.

If anybody wants both sides of the coin, go to youtube, because you will only ever get tales on telly. Not one news report is trustworthy to me anymore.

I did want to type something humourous for today’s prompt but the news is a serious matter. Some men and women sign their lives away based on it. That’s not on.

The prompt asks, What can I do to prevent it from happening?

I don’t know, perhaps pretend it’s not happening? It seems to work for others.

Winston hit the nail, with his statement.

Thank you for reading


In response to


Going too crazy!

There is a difference between going crazy and going too far. Tonight I will do one or the other, you decide.

These days Going Crazy means drinking too much or spending too much or taking selfies in a different environment. It’s all about me, me, me.

“Hey look, How crazy am I? I am giving out stink to the governments of the “Free World” and of the “Western World,” and me a big Mega Pop star. Cheer for me when I punch the sky.”

In my opinion, that’s what goes on the mind of Bono and his like, these days. Just this evening he gave a speech in Dublin to the effect of We, the Irish, sure showed how tough we are by allowing ourselves to be financially raped by the big bankers of the world.

The crowd clapped. The crowd were carefully chosen. Put it like this, there were no folks scraped from their sleeping bags (homes) on the street. I am all for positive thinking. But I dislike hypocracy, most likely, because I am one myself. A few years ago I was this guy’s biggest fan. He wrote the best lyrics, he sung like he meant every word, he had it all. I grew up listening to this man and his band. He sang about injustice all over the world but when the crap hit the fan in his own country, himself and Sir Bob vanished!! Until now, when there are Oscars  up for grabs and trips to the Moon if you have enough MONEY to go there.

As I said, I am just another run of the mill hypocrite. Maybe, if I were as famous, I would forget the important things in life and try to explain it away with politics. I always remember a line I read from a lecture transcript given by the late Richard P. Feynman during the sixties (before my time). He was a real hot shot in the science world. He came full circle from being a believer, to an atheist, to a believer. “People are weak! It takes more than the right conscience to produce the correct behaviour!”

In other words, it takes willpower to overcome the temptations laid in front of you by likes of the guy mentioned in my About Me page. Willpower, let’s all practice it people! The next generation will thank us.

That was me being crazy. I hope it qualifies for the ‘Daily Prompt’ catagory thing. There is a song which rings true in relation to this; We Are Never Gonna Survive Unless We Get A Little Crazy.

Get Crazy, sometimes.

Two weeks into the Land of Blog. I have to thank all those who have egged me on by means of Likes and Comments. What a week! There were a lot of thought provoking prompts. But that’s the beauty of writing. Ups and Downs.

I am singing to the Choir now so I will quit. Normal service will resume tomorrow.

Thank you for reading