Thursday week is midsummer’s day and, as usual Newry Chamber Music is hosting a classical concert in celebration!
Month: June 2011
Frongach: Camp Training
The sentries were mostly over-age for war work. They carried shotguns. At night you could hear them call out each hour:
‘Number One. All is well!’
Barbers: concluded
The child Brian with his great mop of fair curls was the obvious starting point.
Drunk Queen
I agree she should have apologised and paid reparations.
But inflicting Westlife on her was a little cruel.
She HAD to drown her sorrows!
Guinness is good for you
Some say that Guinness isn’t as strong as it once was.
I disagree.
In fact, I think it should come with a health warning,
especially for those who aren’t used to it.
My barber debut!
Back at home now, I noted that my father was still at work and my mother had gone to town to collect the ‘Family Allowance’. I wouldn’t get a better chance that this!
Click here to read about the five best barbers Newry!
Theo cropped !
The Beatles hadn’t yet introduced the world to the mop-top look …
The civil Barber
There was a battery of bone-handled shaving brushes of the cylindrical variety on display on the narrow counter at chest height before him and from these Hugh Gorman chose one with short, white-tipped, horse-hair bristles.
McGinn
Last evening at Newry Film Club we enjoyed an unusual offering “Departures” which focused on death, its meaning and how the ‘crossing’ causes us to reflect on the meaning of life.
The following poem by James Patterson has ‘McGinn’ observing, and reflecting upon his own lifeless corpse.