art, dun laoghaire, ireland, love, not funny, not humour, photography

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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Can I retire yet?

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activity park with a potato crisp theme, alvin and the shaggin chipmonks, art, death, love, nana is packing, not funny, not humour, the importance of living by one's principles

Gutted

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Cartoon by Cabu, who was executed yesterday 7 January 2015 by Muslim religious fanatics. 

One God…

… two suspects

 

Fucking speechless.
Except for the swearing.
The cartoonist who influenced my teenage years has been gunned down.
Shot dead. With a fucking Kalashnikov.
There is nothing more alien than associating Cabu and Kalashnikov in the same sentence.
To have the former killed by the latter is beyond comprehension.

Fucking gutted I am.

It is very very important not to act in the heat of immediate anger, or incomprehension, or incomprehensive anger.

I’m not even angry.
Just gutted.
Floored.
Fucking gutted and floored.

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Tis the season to be jolly.
Although some would beg to differ.

Another 5 and I’ll have my Christmas Dinner Rodent Falafel Surprise sorted.

Pepe will never want to revert back to turkey and ham.

I’m a sucker for cheap, low maintenance pets (see the tadpoles series) but this little visitor was no longer welcome. I hope that the word didn’t get around too much that Finnzy-Bob throws his half-finished plums under the couch…

alvin and the shaggin chipmonks, art, death, dublin, ireland, monochrome, not funny, not humour, photography, portrait

Fa la la la la, Fa la la la fel

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a splash of colour... quite literally, art, cars, dublin, dun laoghaire, funny, humour, ireland, life lesson, marine biology, not funny, not humour, photography, rain, shite weather

It’s all in the timing

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The last couple of days have, even by Irish standards, seen new levels of meteorological poxitude being reached.

Our car broke down on Wednesday morning.

Which, even by its own standard of ingratitude (I do put petrol in it from time to time!), was rather shaggin’ annoying.

This is a shot by a sodden me on my way to work* bumping into a sodden Mrs mememe2U cycling back from the train station after dropping Luca to school

* I started working from home and waited for a “gap in the weather”. By 11.30 AM I realised that I may not get to the Mistake Factory until May 2015… I packed my stoicism, an extra pair of dry shoes, an extra pair of socks, and an extra pair of trousers and left.

I laughed when I saw Mrs mememe2U.

I find the sight of very wet cyclists highly amusing. Go figure…

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