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Have a nice day

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That was the caption for the start of my day, shitty, mildly irritating but funny at the same time.

And then I heard about the Manchester terrorist attack.

One would think that there cannot be any gradation in horror. But there is.
The very choice of the target is sickeningly evil. A concert attended by excited pre-teens. For some of them their first concert ever.

For some of them their last concert ever.

With no possibility of bringing the perpetrator to justice. But how do you bring justice to the maimed, to the broken relatives of the dead, to the stunned community?

This sad, deluded, sick person is dead. Vapourised into nothingness. It was an undeservedly quick death for the bastard. He is nothing now and we shall not mention him anymore, because that would keep him alive for the little bit longer that he should not be granted.

What he believed in is also nothing. A mirage. An illusion. A cancer.

What is very real is the hurt and distress and inability to comprehend for those who are left behind.

What is very real is the 22 gaping holes in the universes of hundreds of people for whom 23 May 2017 will not gradually becomes a distant, less painful memory.

What is very real is a new, less colourful, more traumatic life for the scores of injured kids, teens and adults for whom 23 May will remain the essence of evil.

My thoughts are very much with them right now.

My car door handle is crying today.

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One life. Live it

like the selfish, wasteful bollix that you are…

The slogan fits the car so well.
You’ve never been snowed in. Not in Blackrock, no. You’ve never had to gather cattle in the Wicklow mountains.
You’ve never needed a big shaggin petrol guzzling 4×4.

95% of your mileage is done in the city center.

You have one life, and boy you are living it.

Like a tumor.

I don’t quite believe that you belong to the same species as the guys who built Newgrange.
You are one stage of evolution further.

On the path to oblivion.

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One life. Live it

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Divine apparition in Glasthule

Divine apparition in Glasthule

And there was light.
Or rather lights. Two of them.

What one can find in Buckley’s on auction day is nothing short of miraculous.

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Let there be light

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The result of many years of testing in the wind tunnel.
Honda C75

Designed for speed, hang on to your helmet Amigo!

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A timeless classic

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the passive aggressive stance

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The passive-aggressive stance

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John knew that he had to keep the lawn in front of the library hydrated.

By all possible means.

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The Great Drought of 2017

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Royal Marine Hotel, Dun Laoghaire

I decided that I’d up my game a bit this year and surprise Mrs mememe2u for her birthday.
Don’t get me wrong, she is still thrilled with the wet suit that I got her last year, but I thought that I’d get something a bit more exotic.
I booked a holiday.
I also know how worried she gets when we are far from the kids. So I booked a holiday in… Dun Laoghaire.
In the grand old Royal Marine Hotel.

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And we had a fine big meal in town in Le Bon Crubeen (I had to tell Mrs mememe2u what the Irish word crubeen stands for…) Great food, great service, great atmosphere.

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Then we got a Dart back into Dun Laoghaire (I splashed out on 1st class tickets), and our grand big room in the Royal Marine was waiting for us. With a view. The grand big room. On the library! My favourite library in the world. With Dublin Bay right behind. All hunky dory.

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And we never even switched the telly on. Oh no. It was a weekend away (2.3 miles away from home) with no connectivity whatsoever.
Ok, there was a bit of connectivity… I brought my favourite gadget of the moment: my Onkyo bluetooth sound bar. Coupled with Spotify, it is the equivalent of bringing your whole CD collection with you for that romantic weekend away (all 2.3 miles of it). It would have been a little bit heavy to carry all my Frank Zappa collection, and Magma (Mekanïk Destruktïẁ Kommandöh), and Motorhead (Rock ‘n’ Roll), and Richard Gotain (le Youki), and Body Count (Talk Shit, Get Shot) and the Ramones anthology. Isn’t technology fantastic?

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I then had a great night sleep.  And I think Mrs mememe2u too. In a giant bed. I was able to sleep in my favourite position (the starfish) without disturbing Mrs mememe2u.

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After the full Irish (breakfast), there was a lovely swim in the pool (18 m, just big enough to show off, not big enough to puke my full Irish), and a funny old sweating session in the sauna, trying to talk Mrs mememe2u out of her panic attack (“no Chica, doors that close with a magnet cannot get jammed and we will not die from heat and dehydration”)

And then it was time to head back home, and cook the Sunday roast as a thank you to Pepe and his sterling babysitting services. In the sunshine! A fine, sunny, warm day it was.

And then I went off to vote for the one I don’t like to stop the one I loathe.
For the second time in 14 days.

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Weekend away (2.3 miles away, to be precise)

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