Flat Fact: Kirsty Anna MacColl (10 October 1959 – 18 December 2000) was an English singer-songwriter.

MacColl scored several pop hits from the early 1980s to the early 1990s. During this era, she often sang on recordings produced by her husband Steve Lillywhite, notably those of The Smiths and the song “Fairytale of New York” by Pogues.

MacColl was killed in a controversial boating incident in Mexico.

Still Love You Kirsty, You left a legacy…..

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I´ve got a feeling
This year´s for me and you
So happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
Where all our dreams come true.

They got cars big as bars
They got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It´s no place for the old
When you first took my hand on a cold christmas eve
You promised me broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome you were pretty
Queen of new york city when the band finished playing they yelled out for more
Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night.

And the boys from the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out for christmas day.

You´re a bum you´re a punk
You´re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy christmas your arse I pray god it´s our last.

And the boys of the NYPD choir’s still singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For christmas day.

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can´t make it out alone
I´ve built my dreams around you

And the boys of the NYPD choir’s still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For christmas day.

To byl předvečer vánoční babe s opilá nádrž starý muž řekl mi: neuvidí jiný a pak jim zpívali píseň the vzácné staré horské Rosa I zapnuta můj obličej pryč a snili o vás máte o některou ze štěstí Came v 18 na jedno I´ve dostal pocit tohoto year´s pro mě a budete tak Šťastné a veselé vánoční miluji baby vidím lepší čas, kde všechny naše sny přicházejí PRAVDA. Jejich dostal automobilů velký jako pruhy, kterým získali řek zlata, ale větru přechází právo prostřednictvím vám It´s místo u starého při první následovala mé ruky na studené předvečer vánoční, vám slíbil mi broadway bylo čekání pro mě jste byly hezký jste byli krásná královna nový york města po dokončení kapela hraje jim yelled další Sinatra byl Kyvné všechny drunks, které jim byly zpěvu jsme zalité na rohu pak tančila přes noc. A chlapci z sbor NYPD byly zpívající Galway Bay A zvony byly vyzváněcí vánoční den. You´re zadek you´re punk You´re staré šlapky na nevyžádané ležení zde téměř mrtvé odkapávací v tomto lůžko je scumbag jste maggot je levný bídné faggot Happy vánoční váš zadek I naše poslední modlit boha it´s. A kluci NYPD sbor zpívající stále Galway Bay A zvony byly vyzvánění pro vánoční den. Mohl jsem byl někdo dobře tak, aby mohl každý, kdo vám trvalo mé sny ze mě když jste uložili je se mnou babe umístíte prvních nalezených jim s vlastní Can´t dělají mimo samotné I´ve postaven mé sny kolem vás a kluci z sbor NYPD’s stále zpívající Galway Bay A zvony jsou vyzvánění pro vánoční den.

christmas イブ ベーブ、老人が私に言った酔っぱらって戦車であった: もうひとつ見当たりません And 彼らは歌を珍しい古い山は私の顔を離れたまわってきたものにエイティーン I´ve でこの私と、そんな楽しい christmas は year´s 私たちの夢が実現 Where ほうが時間を確認できます赤ん坊大好きな感じだが、幸運なもので、「夢露歌った。 それら川の金をもらったバーとして大きな車をもらったが、風が右に行くところ、私 broadway 私には、待っていたを約束の冷たい christmas 前夜に手を最初にかかった場合、古いはハンサムないたは、It´s NEW YORK バンド彼らについて・ シナトラ We Then を通じて夜をまって、角にキスを歌っていた酔っ払いをすべてゆらぎいた yelled の再生が完了すると都市の美しい女王をしました。 少年 NYPD 聖歌隊席からゴールウェイ湾を歌っていたし、鐘が christmas 日は鳴りいた。 You´re、浮浪者 you´re、パンク、古い男の子がほとんど死んで、点滴でそのベッド、scumbag で、maggot、安い悪いファゴット Happy christmas 私は最後神 it´s を祈り、arse 係り迷惑メールで You´re。 少年たちの NYPD 聖歌隊席のまだゴールウェイ湾を鐘が christmas 日は鳴りされたとした And 歌います。 私が Well 人がそうはまず、私が私と私を置いてベーブつづけたが見つかった場合、私の夢からかかったすべてのユーザーが自分の Can´t で、私の夢、回避を構築するだけで I´ve をするし、少年の NYPD 聖歌隊席のまだ歌ってゴールウェイ湾を鐘が christmas 日の鳴っているとしたとします。

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I like to be inspired. Humanity is so wonderful. The title of this song is Forever Young. Kurt Vonnegut wrote a story called Breakfast of Champions. He loves America but he laughs at it’s Arrogance. The book expresses RVR because, he, the author, goes into the book and meets the characters. [Virtiual Reality's original medium was the book] He is God. The hero Kilgore Trout doesn’t believe him so with a few strokes of his pen The Author wisks the hero around the world. The hero gasps and falls to his knees. The Author says “Do you want something?” The Hero says “Make me young” The last page is a hand drawn picture of Kurt Vonnegut, a single tear rolls down his cheek. I think we have a Universal Truth here. Humanity’s deep rooted desire to leave a legacy, to have a raison d’etre. So much of the universe we inhabit appears chaotic. I tie it in with “The Day The Earth Stood Still” where Human Beings are to be wiped off the Earth because their Arrogance is destroying it. But they are saved because they are special. I am reminded of the Aliens in “Artificial Intelligence” [AI] The Aliens tell the robot child that Human Beings are Unique in the universe. They also say Nothing Ever Dies. Your Engram remains as part of the web of the universe for all time. But the aliens become The Blue Fairy to grant the robotic child, an avatar, Humanity’s greatest accomplishment and to give Humanity’s Greatest Gift: Unconditional Love. But warn him that once brought back the engram of his mother will disappear from the space-time continuum. The Love is that of A Mother for her Child, Like that of The Creator For His Creation. The Sacrifice Is Ultimate. Jesus did it. And At The End of Days , We Sleep

Wow. I think I can die now. I just peaked. Fancy a pint?

“The Board looked closely at your application, but felt that it was within a sector that is excluded from consideration”

Just Telling It Like It Is I needed 3,391 euros to operate in the first year.I would employ two people from the live register immediately…. In The Second year I forcasted 100k profit ? I think. Sorry a bit upset. And its part of:

Weddings On The Internet

“The Board looked closely at your application, but felt that it was within a sector that is excluded from consideration”

i. e. The Internet …Ready?

• The Plan: Weddings, Photography, The Internet. What if, on the day of a couples wedding, I could put up their pictures on the internet? Who would take them? Well, anyone with a camera phone, they just SMS them to me, I upload them to my computer and then upload them to the internet. Yeah! So what to call it? Has to be easy to remember…..how about “Weddings On The Internet” So I invested 10 euros and got http://WeddingsOnTheInternet.com
• Sounds good to me! Ok lets get Weddings On The Internet .eu Weddings On The Internet .net Internet Weddings .eu and lets get 250 business cards printed. Cost 4 euro 95 cents.
• The secondary ones may have expired by now, I got a 30 day free trial and The County Enterprise Board turned me down. I need 36 euros and don’t have it because Irish People Hate Disabled People (see previous post)
• Sorry I may be boring you but the saga is reported on my blog a copy is here :

Weddings On The Internet

I started a new venture on Wednesday., putting Wedding Albums on the web. Our local hotel is having a formal wedding fair so I thought I would have a stand. Hmmm. I registered weddingsontheinternet.com on Thursday morning , it seemed like a good name. I designed a web page.

Page !

I thought I better make it official so I registered “Weddings On The Internet ” as a business name with CORE (Dublin Castle) . I suppose I should explain who we are….[I forgot...saw a ladies telephone number in the printer on Tuesday and jotted it down, she does flowers. Gave her a bell, explained what I was at said she would meet me Thursday......]

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And what about images……so I hunted on line in my favourite professional picture site…

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Tought I would take a break and try out some new image software. I took a picture I liked and “doctored” it with a wedding couple. Hmmm it looked good…..

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I popped out and checked that my printing company could give me some time tomorrow. I said I would need about 30 minutes uninterrupted. I phoned the printing head office, explained what I was doing. Lady said the boss would phone me back. Had some lunch and lthought about a new shop I want to open selling second hand computers. Had a chat with the owners friend (I do their web site). Hmmmm….

Back home…now the next page……

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ok. Its a bit dry and why do it? What’s the reason for all this…….

Page 6

Yep! Good Reason! Ok so how much is all this going to cost? Hmmmm…
People spend a minimum of 4k, more often 6k. on their weddings (for ONE day!) So, I am giving them The Internet and their grandchildren and everybody in the world who has an Internet connection.. Now how much is The Internet worth? Philip smiles….

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add THE WOW FACTOR…..

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~Done …So last page “So long and thanks for all the fish” lol

[Sorry got the Time Line messed up a bit ~ downloading Windows 7 in the background...Anyway met Bridget and she will provide two bouquets, two floor standing trees, two button holes....]

Ok. Got an hour before the Printer so….

uploaded and created http://weddingsontheinternet.com .

Off to printers….

So. 25 perspex folders, 1 hole punch, 25 cardboard folders (give-a-way cause people collect loads of brochures and drop them and lose them….so,30 x 9 print outs of the above pages, 9 A3 glossy photos like this:

Barefoot Bride

and

Ring-A-Ring-A-Rosie

You must be getting bored you can see them in the 3d Gallery here http://irishbusinesslink.com/gallery2/gallery.html (DNS for weddings not resolved yet) I tested the site out live on Irish Business Link

Spent €121 on printing. [BTW downloaded Office 2007 Pro , it's gorgeous but WOW OUTLOOK WOW I'll do a movie....]

[sooo busy...Windows 7 stuff great operating system. made a quick video......

See The Tullamore Tribune got press coverage......for Weddings and registered InternetWeddings.eu .eu will be the next big thing...sorry haven't edited it yet.

Oh well off to Dublin gfor Windows 7 bash ! Great Stuff!!!!

btw got a new widget...don't even know if it works....

Soorrryyy so busy......BUT LOOK AT THIS PLEASE!

" Camera phones offer snapshot of our time, by Victor Keegan

If the dighital revolution had produced nothing except the camera phone, it would still have had a transformative effect on most people's lives. It is not only in the throes of destroying whole industries - such as film processing and standard canmeras - but it has also changed these devices from being aa passive recorder of life into an active, constant participant. You can take photos or videos and send them directly to web sites..." (We provide the web site, we provide the gallery, we provide the platfor...we get the image, it is up on the Internet 30 minutes nlater ...LIVE!)."..more than 60% of the world's population already has a mobile and MORE THAN HALF HAVE A CAMERA PHONE1...This year 90% of all phones shipped will have cameras....now...a camera phone has become an extension of a person."

The Guardian 15th October 2009

Well ...Think I got my first booking...Sat Night in DeBrúns generated some leads. Oh Friday...Repaired my computer a blank system...oohh Thursday...sorry guys...Windows 7 tech do....wait for the Windows 7 blog on Thursday....Ok heres a videooo...uhhh...

Sorry Thats the wrong one...thats for visually impaired peeps...Its this one

Ok theres a taste.......Got the sound a bit...oh well only took me 3 trys.....Windows 7 sorta needs widescreen... At the Tech thing got a copy of Windows 7 Ultimate. BTW
nah I've forgotten...never mind
So, where was I? Oh yea applied to a TV3 Entrepreneur Start-Your-Own-Business competition. My Application got accepted so it may work. Don't stand a chance but nothing ventured.......Then think I made a new friend, I hope so anyway, Paul R, said he might give me a hand. Sent me a nice email...

Applied for a grant with the Enterprise board, took me 15 minutes, well spent I think....Approached three friends to give me a hand...ones accepted so we have the best cybercafé in town as a resource and 12 PCs with a fast Internet connection.....

cool

Oh and got the Local Job club on board. There are about 3000 people unemployed in Tullamore...well 3001 think I lost my job today...Well he hadn't paid me for 3 days... I'd been working for him for 3 weeks. Here is the Job application if anyone needs a job....

Wanted (Graduate required) , Masters degree preferred :

1. Design, maintain and up-date website
2. Design and print master copies of all flyers and posters
3. Distribution of flyers in all local shops and premises and to work place industrial estates
4. 3 hours Saturday on-site 9.30 pm to 12.30 am (night) taking professional photos of hen parties, clients and anyone who wants one. (aver 35)
5. Format photos with professional image editing software, edit and crop as appropriate
6. Format for web
7. Manipulate images and process into 3d web gallery software
8. Up load to web
9. Create link to gallery from main site
10. Process images into A4 format (pdf file)
11. Print two copies and deliver to premises for collection ( printing at employees cost)
12. Include phone number for clients to have extra copies plus A3 Glossy if required (price at cost of printing)
13. 3 meetings per week re design
14. Liaise with staff over web content and design
15. Analyses feedback from staff and clients
16. Review, test, experiment, hard copy, review
17. Create regular backups of all work on two external storage facilities with encryption
18. In the event of death or severe injury, alternative access to all the above must be provided

Must have Professional photography experience of at least 15 years

Should be familiar with html, CSS, Flash, xml, object embedding, design strategies and common operating system extensions

Video editing and familiarisation of YouTube uploading

Preferred Windows 7 compliant. Should have own broadband Internet connection (not supplied)

Candidates will provide their own computer system and maintain it (No assistance given)

Professional membership of all major on-line user groups required

Christmas bonus of €100 may be paid subject to performance, not usually paid in the first year

No holiday entitlement, no sick pay, no pension. Should be available via mobile anytime.

Job may be terminated with 1 hours notice.

The successful candidate will not engage in any work for an establishment conducting a similar business

And will be an active participant in training courses (at candidates own cost0

The successful candidate will have : 10 megapixel camera with zoom , on camera editing, flash , spare memory card and battery back-up (not supplied)

The candidate will be expected to maintain a clean and tidy appearance and of pleasant demeanour with an engaging out-going personality.

Familiarity with current media content required

No expenses

Salary is :

Salary €60 (sixty Euros) per week paid in arrears, tax, national insurance to be arranged by the employee.

Any offers? You get a free Company T Shirt tooo....ok gooa go...

Who said

So not only did I have an IDEA I would employ people too. Maybe I will have to put up "Irish People Hate Employment"?

Maybe......

As with all new businesses there were setbacks (You could skip this bit and read Irish People Hate Disabled People but you have probably al ready read it) Any way The Story continues...Don't you just love Blogs?

TWTWTW

• 1. Opened The Shop at 16 Patrick Street



• 2.Windows 7 "How Do I love thee?"

Irish Business Link


• 3. Worked on my WeddingsOnTheInternet.com forecast and will only lose €146,556 in the first year.
  

  Bless This House



• 4.Hired a cleaner and a Graphic Designer, Should be able to take over Russia

btw, Set Up What I Found In The Attic .com for a mate
Well eBay is a bit unfriendly


• 5. Planned Evening sessions. Nite Club on Saturdays for 16 year olds called WTF? REM: Invite BeardyMan;
  
  Monday Nite is Movie Nite Called "That'll Do Pig" opening with "Babe" Theme song Leonard Cohen " Chelsea Hotel...You got away, didn't you, Babe... " . Show "Cool Hand Luke" on Good Friday.

  Friday Nite is the Casino Called "Phil's Café Americain" Casablanca playing in the background, roulette wheel for charity "Ravens Kiss"Over 30's only.



• The Place looks Gorgeous. Installed LCD screen in the window mirroring the main inside! WOW! Applied to the local peoples bank for €2k.

  Invited Michelle to the opening on Guy Fawkes Night (404 years fighting Terrorism)

  

  The First Lady




• Ordered a server for 16PatrickStreet.com, 8 gigs of RAM! On Interbnet backbone with 1,800 gigs of bandwidth




• 6....... > Oh dear. Got beaten up (alledgedly) by the owner's son (alledgedly) and a Thuggee...Got thrown out into the street. Called The Cops but
  Locks changed. Electricity turned off. All is Dark. Oh dear
• Sorry, You must be getting bored.....

Sorry
btw ...Got Turned Down by the People's Bank

• Set up my Dunne Stores LapTop, plugged into The Internet Thingy

not happy with the cops so complained sort of...

Beefed everything up a tad by adding a criminal lawyer and my doctor into the mix....
Popped out for lunch and had a very nice salad with fetta cheese, loads of olives, tikka chicken and Bruschetta on the side The chef makes his own salad dressing. I mean, forget Ceaser.....
btw my #irishthursday twitter is so funny...ha ha ha
Thought i better be creative to re-charge the old batteries so made this:




fun he he


and this


pretty cool huh

• I'm Getting a bit bored now! So long story short, escated to justice Victims of Crime
  made a video
  
• 8?. The perp dumped my PC in the street
  
  
  So put the top down and picked it up.
  

  Spayed the PC to match damn paparazzi are everywhere

  drove home and plugged it in......

  

  I can get on with Tony Starks GUI now

rotfcmao

Wrote a short story called "Here There Be Dragons"

DudeStarship.com

Dragon Queen in Civvies

Dragon Queen After Markings

Look What I Found In The Attic .com

Sea Dragon

Yep Weddings stimulated Look What I found In The Attic dot comWonder if I should apply to the County Enterprise Board? Fuck it I Will. Oh My Account Projections are here.

O Shit I Am Really Really Depressed now, really really depressed.....sorry...can't go on....sorry

P.S. Got The President of The United States of America and the First Lady To advertise the site for me here But Irish People Hate The Internet and Disabled People. Next? Jews? Blacks? .....YOU ?

We have To Get a T.A.R.D.I.S. for Blue Mars, but what am I thinking Blue Mars Is bigger on the inside than on the Outside it is a Time And Relative Dimension In Space

T.A.R.D.I.S.

The Death of Cu Chulainn

When Cu Chulainn’s foes came for the last time against him, his land was filled with smoke and flame, the weapons fell from their racks, and the day of his death drew nigh. The evil tidings were brought to him, and the maiden Leborcham bade him arise, though he was worn out with fighting in defence of the plain of Muirthemne, and Niam, wife of Conall the Victorious, also spoke to him; so he sprang to his arms, and flung his mantle around him; but the brooch fell and pierced his foot, forewarning him. Then he took his shield and ordered his charioteer Loeg to harness his horse, the Gray of Macha.

“I swear by the gods by whom my people swear,” said Loeg, “though the men of Conchobar’s province were around the Gray of Macha, they could not bring him to the chariot. I never refused thee till today. If thou wilt, come thou, and speak with the Gray himself.”

Cu Chulainn went to him. And thrice did the horse turn his left side to his master. On the night before, the Morrigu had broken the chariot, for she liked not Cu Chulainn’s going to the battle, for she knew that he would not come again to Emain, Macha. Then Cu Chulainn reproached his horse, saying that he was not wont to deal thus with his master.

Thereat the Gray of Macha came and let his big round tears of blood fall on Cu Chulainn’s feet. And then Cu Chulainn leaped into the chariot, and drove it suddenly southwards along the Road of Midluachar.

And Leborcham met him and besought him not to leave them; and the thrice fifty queens who were in Emain Macha and who loved him cried to him with a great cry. And when he turned his chariot to the right, they gave a scream of wailing and lamentation, and smote their hands, for they knew that he would not come to them again.

The house of his nurse that had fostered him was before him on the road. He used to go to it whenever he went driving past her southwards and from the south. And she kept for him always a vessel with drink therein. Now he drank a drink and fared forth, bidding his nurse farewell. Then he saw three Crones, blind of the left eye, before him on the road. They had cooked on spits of rowantree a dog with poisons and spells. And one of the things that Cu Chulainn was bound not to do, was going to a cooking-hearth and consuming the food. And another of the things that he must not do, was eating his namesake’s flesh. He sped on and was about to pass them, for he knew that they were not there for his good.

Then said a Crone to him: “Visit us, O Cu Chulainn.”

“I will not visit you in sooth,” said Cu Chulainn.

“The food is only a hound,” said she. “Were this a great cooking-hearth thou wouldst have visited us. But because what is here is little, thou comest not. Unseemly are the great who endure not the little and poor.”

Then he drew nigh to her, and the Crone gave him the shoulder­blade of the hound out of her left hand. And then Cu Chulainn ate it out of his left hand, and put it under his left thigh. The hand that took it and the thigh under which he put it were seized from trunk to end, so that the normal strength abode not in them.

Then he drove along the Road of Midluachar around Sliab Fuait; and his enemy Erc son of Cairbre saw him in his chariot, with his sword shining redly in his hand, and the light of valor hovering over him, and his three-hued hair like strings of golden thread over the edge of the anvil of some cunning craftsman.

“That man is coming towards us, O men of Erin!” said Erc; “await him.” So they made a fence of their linked shields, and at each corner Erc made them place two of their bravest feigning to fight each other, and a satirist with each of these pairs, and he told the satirists to ask Cu Chulainn for his spear, for the sons of Calatin had prophesied of his spear that a king would be slain by it, unless it were given when demanded. And he made the men of Erin utter a great cry. And Cu Chulainn rushed against them in his chariot, performing his three thunder-feats; and he plied his spear and sword; so that the halves of their heads and skulls and hands and feet, and their red bones were scattered broadcast throughout the plain of Muirthemne, in number like to the sands of the sea and stars of heaven and dewdrops of May, flakes of snow, hailstones, leaves in the forest, buttercups on Mag Breg, and grass under the hoofs of herds on a day in summer. And gray was the field with their brains after that onslaught and plying of weapons which Cu Chulainn dealt unto them.

Then he saw one of the pairs of warriors contending together, and the satirist called on him to intervene, and Cu Chulainn leaped at them, and with two blows of his fist dashed out their brains.

“That spear to me!” said the satirist.

“I swear what my people swear,” said Cu Chulainn, “thou dost not need it more than I do. The men of Erin are upon me here and I am attacking them.”

“I will revile thee if thou givest it not,” said the satirist.

“I have never yet been reviled because of my niggardliness or my churlishness.”

With that Cu Chulainn flung the spear at him with its handle foremost, and it passed through his head and killed nine on the other side of him.

And Cu Chulainn drove through the host, but Lugaid son of Cu Roi the spear.

“What will fall by this spear, O sons of Calatin?” asked Lugaid. “A king will fall by that spear,” said the sons of Calatin. Then Lugaid flung the spear at Cu Chulainn’s chariot, and it reached the charioteer, Loeg mac Riangabra, and all his bowels came forth on the cushion of the chariot.

Then said Loeg, “Bitterly have I been wounded,” etc. Thereafter Cu Chulainn drew out the spear, and Loeg bade him farewell. Then said Cu Chulainn: “Today I shall be warrior and I shall be charioteer also.”

Then he saw the second pair contending, and one of them said it was a shame for him not to intervene. And Cu Chulainn sprang upon them and dashed them into pieces against a rock.

“That spear to me, O Cu Chulainn!” said the satirist.

“I swear what my people swear, thou dost not need the spear more than I do. On my hand and my valor and my weapons it rests today to sweep the four provinces of Erin today from the plain of Muirthemne.”

“I will revile thee,” said the satirist.

“I am not bound to grant more than one request this day, and, moreover, I have already paid for my honor.”

“I will revile Ulster for thy default,” said the satirist. “Never yet has Ulster been reviled for my refusal nor for my churlishness. Though little of my life remains to me, Ulster shall not be reviled this day.”

Then Cu Chulainn cast his spear at him by the handle and it went through his head and killed nine behind him, and Cu Chulainn drove through the host even as he had done before.

Then Erc son of Cairbre took the spear. “What shall fall by this spear, O sons of Calatin?” said Erc son of Cairbre

“Not hard to say: a king falls by that spear,” said the sons of Calatin.

“I heard you say that a king would fall by the spear which Lugaid long since cast.”

“And that is true,” said the sons of Calatin. “Thereby fell the king of the charioteers of Erin, namely Cu Chulainn’s charioteer, Loeg mac Riangabra.”

Now Erc cast the spear at Cu Chulainn, and it lighted on his horse, the Gray of Macha. Cu Chulainn snatched out the spear. And each of them bade the other farewell. Thereat the Gray of

Macha left him with half the yoke under his neck and went into the Gray’s Linn in Sliab Fuait.

Thereupon Cu Chulainn again drove through the host and saw the third pair contending, and he intervened as he had done before, and the satirist demanded his spear and Cu Chulainn at first refused it.

“I will revile thee,” said the satirist.

“I have paid for my honor today. I am not bound to grant more than one request this day.”

“I will revile Ulster for thy fault.”

“I have paid for Ulster’s honor,” said Cu Chulainn.

“I will revile thy race,” said the satirist.

“Tidings that I have been defamed shall never reach the land I have not reached. For little there is of my life remaining.~~

So Cu Chulainn flung the spear to him, handle foremost, and it went through his head and through thrice nine other men.

“‘Tie grace with wrath, O Cu Chulainn,” said the satirist.

Then Cu Chulainn for the last time drove through the host, and Lugaid took the spear, and said:

“What will fall by this spear, O sons of Calatin?”

“I heard you say that a king would fall by the spear that Erc cast this morning.”

“That is true,” said they, “the king of the steeds of Erin fell by it, namely the Gray of Macha.”

Then Lugaid flung the spear and struck Cu Chulainn, and his bowels came forth on the cushion of the chariot, and his only horse, the Black Sainglenn, fled away, with half the yoke hanging to him, and left the chariot and his master, the king of the heroes of Erin, dying alone on the plain.

Then said Cu Chulainn, “I would fain go as far as that loch to drink a drink thereout.”

“We give thee leave,” said they, “provided that thou come to us again.”

“I will bid you come for me,” said Cu Chulainn, “if I cannot come myself.”

Then he gathered his bowels into his breast, and went forth to the loch.

And there he drank his drink, and washed himself, and came forth to die, calling on his foes to come to meet him.

Now a great mearing went westwards from the loch and his eye lit upon it, and he went to a pillar-stone which is in the plain, and he put his breast-girdle round it that he might not die seated nor lying down, but that he might die standing up. Then came the men all around him, but they durst not go to him, for they thought he was alive.

“It is a shame for you,” said Erc son of Cairbre, “not to take that man’s head in revenge for my father’s head which was taken by him.”

Then came the Gray of Macha to Cu Chulainn to protect him so long as his soul was in him and the “hero’s light” out of his forehead remained. And the Gray of Macha wrought three red route all around him. And fifty fell by his teeth and thirty by each of his hoofs. This is what he slew of the host. And hence is the saying, “Not keener were the victorious courses of the Gray of Macha after Cu Chulainn’s slaughter.”

And then came the battle goddess Morrigu and her sisters in the form of scald-crows and sat on his shoulder. “That pillar Is not wont to be under birds,” said Erc son of Cairbre.

Then Lugaid arranged Cu Chulainn’s hair over his shoulder, and cut off his head. And then fell the sword from Cu Chulainn’s hand, and smote off Lugaid’s right hand, which fell on the ground. And Cu Chulainn’s right hand was cut off in revenge for this. Lugaid and the hosts then marched away, carrying with them Cu Chulainn’s bead and his right hand, and they came to Tara, and there is the “Sick-bed” of his head and his right hand, and the full of the cover of his shield of mould.

From Tara they marched southwards to the river Liffey. But meanwhile the hosts of Ulster were hurrying to attack their foes, and Conall the Victorious, driving in front of them, met the Gray of Macha streaming with blood. Then Conall knew that Cu Chulainn had been slain. And he and the Gray of Macha sought Cu Chulainn’s body. They saw Cu Chulainn at the pillar-stone. Then went the Gray of Macha and laid his head on Cu Chulalnn’s breast And Conall said, “A heavy care to the Gray of Macha is that corpse.”

And Conall followed the hosts meditating vengeance, for he was bound to avenge Cu Chulainn. For there was a comrades’ covenant between Cu Chulainn and Conall the Victorious, namely, that whichever of them was first killed should be avenged by the other. “And if I be the first killed,” Cu Chulainn had said, “how soon wilt thou avenge me?”

“The day on which thou shalt be slain,” said Conall, “I will avenge thee before that evening. And if I be slain,” said Conall, “how soon wilt thou avenge me?”

“Thy blood will not be cold on earth,” said Cu Chulainn, “before I shall avenge thee.” So Conall pursued Lugaid to the Liffey.

Then was Lugaid bathing. “Keep a lookout over the plain,” said he to his charioteer, “that no one come to us without being seen.”

The charioteer looked. “One horseman is here coming to us,” said he, “and great are the speed and swiftness with which he comes. Thou wouldst deem that all the ravens of Erin were above him. Thou wouldst deem that flakes of snow were specking the plain before him.”

“Unbeloved is the horseman that comes there,” said Lugaid. “It is Conall the Victorious, mounted on the Dewy-Red. The birds thou sawest above him are the sods from that horse’s hoofs. The snow-flakes thou sawest specking the plain before him are the foam from that horse’s lips and from the curbs of his bridle. Look again,” said Lugaid, “what road is he coming?”

“He is coming to the ford,” said the charioteer, “the path that the hosts have taken.”

“Let that horse pass us,” said Lugaid. “We desire not to fight against him.” But when Conall reached the middle of the ford be spied Lugaid and his charioteer and went to them.

“Welcome is a debtor’s face!” said Conall. “He to whom he oweth debts demands them of him. I am thy creditor for the slaying of my comrade Cu Chulainn, and here I am suing thee for this.”

They then agreed to fight on the plain of Argetros, and there Conall wounded Lugaid with his javelin. Thence they went to a place called Ferta Lugdach.

“I wish,” said Lugaid, “to have the truth of men from thee.”

“What is that?” asked ConaIl the Victorious.

“That thou shouldst use only one hand against me, for one hand only have I.”

“Thou shalt have it,” said Conall the Victorious.

So Conall’s hand was bound to his side with ropes. There for the space between two of the watches of the day they fought, and neither of them prevailed over the other. When Conall found that he prevailed not, he saw his steed the Dewy-Red by Lugaid. And the steed came to Lugaid and tore a piece out of his side.

“Woe is met” said Lugaid, “that is not the truth of men, O Conall.”

“I gave it only on my own behalf,” said Conall. “I gave it not on behalf of savage beasts and senseless things.”

“I know now,” said Lugaid, “that thou wilt not go till thou takest my head with thee, since we took Cu Chulainn’s head from him. So take,” said he, “my head in addition to thine own, and add my realm to thy realm, and my valor to thy valor. For I prefer that thou shouldst be the best hero in Erin.”

Thereat Conall the Victorious cut off Lugaid’s head. And Conall and his Ulstermen then returned to Emain Macha. That week they entered it not in triumph. But the soul of Cu Chulainn ap­peared there to the thrice fifty queens who had loved him, and they saw him floating in his phantom chariot over Emain Macha, and they heard him chant a mystic song of the coming of Christ and the Day of Doom.

The day the word fuck disappeared
Every print of Scarface melted.

The day the word fuck disappeared
The Oxford English Dictionary
Became obsolete.

The day the word fuck disappeared
D.I.Y. enthusiasts
Wore black bandages.

The day the word fuck disappeared
The word shit
Went into hiding.

The day the word fuck disappeared
Hiberno-english
Mourned an amputation.

The day the word fuck disappeared
A worrying proportion of the population
Were struck completely dumb.

The day the word fuck disappeared
Docks, building sites, housing estates,
school playgrounds, sports stadiums
and pubs Were eerily silent.

The day the word fuck disappeared
The Amalgamated Union of Asterisks
Went on strike for higher wages.

The day the word fuck disappeared
The prim and purse-lipped
Had a weak tea party and an early night.

The day the word fuck disappeared
The Collected Poems of Philip Larkin became
The Selected Poems of Philip Larkin.

The day the word fuck disappeared
A million prayers (what the fuck are you doing to me now)
Drifted a little off course.

The day the word fuck disappeared
Sex was a little more decorous.
Less fun.

Mick Scully

Flat Fact : Hedgehogs have changed little over the last 15 million years.

Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!”

Rise up this mornin’,
Smiled with the risin’ sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin’ sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin’, (“This is my message to you-ou-ou:”)

Singin’: “Don’t worry ’bout a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.”
Singin’: “Don’t worry (don’t worry) ’bout a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!”

Rise up this mornin’,
Smiled with the risin’ sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin’ sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin’, “This is my message to you-ou-ou:”

Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh!
Every little thing gonna be all right. Don’t worry!”
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing” – I won’t worry!
“‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.”

Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right” – I won’t worry!
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.”
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing, oh no!
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!

Light Up The Darkness mon

So soon I got distracted,

Bob Talking about Rising Sun,

This is good though

Day & Night – The funniest home videos are here

Like Matt’s been waiting, hiding in the shadows. Poor Matt, he should really try and get out more. Matt is a friend of mine and I’ve been trying to get him off his computer and actually GO somewhere. I sent him an email : “Hey Matt! Get off your fat arse and do something ! Go on a trip somewhere. I bet your local bus could take you at least out of the neighborhood for a couple of hours.” I hadn’t heard from him for 14 months. Then he sent me this video.

I hear that everyone has a digital camera these days. With the ability to make “moving pictures”? I wonder how they will use them? I once took a picture of a friend taking a picture of me. We put them on a computer looking at each other. Pretty clever a?

Lets Slow Things Down a little. A bit of Time Out / Chill Out

I have a few Good Friends in Real Life (rl) . I have Loads of Friends on line. You might come across this site some time. This is for you and lets face it, it’s how we get by

Ok Be Happy….One Last Video …..Sorry

Ok Ok Ok Too E V I S C E R A L sooreee. I’ll leave you with Iz, The real one I only discovered yesterday. I knew the animated one ages ago. Here they are together.

Hey Jude, Take us out a here please

A Final Word From Our Sponsors:

by

Drue Fairlie

The phone had rung at ten past five in the morning, summoning me from a restless sleep. It had been my brother uttering the words I so dreaded and yet expected.

“It’s Dad,” was all he had said. Just those two words conveying more meaning than an entire speech. I knew without asking what he meant. My father had died.

“Ok,” I’d replied, all trace of sleep vanishing instantly.

Once I had hung up, I got up and made myself a tea. It’s strange the way habits take over in a time of crisis. Find out you have a major illness, make a tea. Break up with a woman, make a tea. Lose a loved one, make a tea. But make a tea I did. And then I sat there in the predawn light and thought about my father. The things we had done, seen, and shared. A whole lifetime flashed before my eyes in the time it took for the sun to rise.

Like the time I was six years old and we had stood on the cliffs that overlooked our hometown and watched water spouts race across the channel, one of the rarest things a man can see, and I saw them with my father. There had been three of them, none of them taller than a meter, but all so very real in my memory.

Then the time we had gone to a museum in a nearby town flashed into my mind. Now that had been a strange day. Dad had been so excited about taking me there; just so I could see the guardian of the museum doors – a huge stuffed polar bear. I can see it now, all twelve feet of it rearing above me in all its splendour and glory, staring down with claws out and a permanent roar etched on its fearsome face.

I had been so afraid but my father had been there to protect me, something he had always done, but something I had until now never realised. It’s strange that the true heroes of one’s life are invisible until they are gone.

And then unbidden into my mind came the funny things my father had done. I  hadn’t wanted to laugh then, in fact, thought I’d never laugh again. But as we all know, that is never the case. I smiled as I remembered the time when my brother and I had been kids and Dad had pretended to be unconscious when he had been fighting with us. The time our car caught fire and like a stricken World War II bomber we had just barely made it home with smoke pouring from beneath the bonnet.

All these thoughts raced through my mind making me laugh, making me cry, and making me remember. And then I recalled the time I had spent with him in the hospice. The roles were reversed then, the son caring for the father. Weeks I had spent with him, just the two of us and the night.

The things we talked about and the things we shared. I learned more in those few weeks about him than I had in the lifetime before. We talked about everything and nothing: God, death, life, and my own children. And things that even now I can’t bring myself to share with anyone.

We read a book together, well I read, and he listened. A book that we never finished and one that I have never found again. I watched him grow thinner and thinner as his time grew close but I’ve never been prouder of anyone in my life. He met death with courage and humour and with a quiet dignity that was humbling to watch.

All these thoughts and more swirled in my mind, images of childhood and fun. Images of adulthood and responsibility. But through it all he had been there with a quiet word, a quick comment, a sudden burst of dry humour. But now all that was gone, never to be heard again. It was with a heavy hand that I picked up the phone and dialed my girlfriend.Thankfully, I didn’t even have to speak.
“He’s gone,” she said, her voice as soft and loving as ever.
“Yes,” I answered, more to hear my own voice than to answer her question.
“I miss him already,” she said, her voice full of tears.
“Me too,” I said, unable to think of anything more to add.
“Call me later, if and when you can.” As always, she knew the right thing to say and the right thing to do.

Then she was gone and I was alone again with my thoughts. And once more I was a child going to the zoo with my father to see all the marvelous animals. I was standing there holding his huge hand in mine again as we saw a tiger up on its hind legs, its giant form pressed against the enclosure. I wasn’t afraid. How could anything hurt me while my father was holding my hand?

We saw so many things together, shared so many memories, things that to anyone else would be meaningless but to me meant the world. I cried as I showered and I cried as I dressed and I cried as I left my flat to meet my brothers and do what had to be done, to view the shell that lay in a hospital bed, empty and void.

Our father was gone and yet he lived in the three of us, each of us with our own memories of him, each with our own pain and sorrow. And yet each with a shared relief that his pain was over and he was at rest. I missed him then and I miss him now. But something he said to me when I was a child comes back to me as a man, something that doesn’t give me comfort, but does make me remember him and his stories, of which there were more than a few: “Son,” he would say, “only dragons live forever.”

Drue Fairlie lives in Lowestoft, Suffolk and has been writing for three years. His work has been published in several e-zines. Drue is a newlywed as of June, for the second time.

Alan Emtage, (born November 27, 1964) conceived and implemented the first version of Archie, a pre-Web internet search engine for locating material in public FTP archives.

• The author originally wanted to call the program “archives,” but had to shorten it to comply with the Unix world standard of assigning programs and files short, cryptic names such as grep, cat, troff, sed, awk, perl, and so on.

A native of Barbados, and the son of Sir Stephen and Lady Emtage, he attended high school at Harrison College from 1975 to 1983 (and in 1981 becoming the owner of a Sinclair ZX81 with 1K of memory), where he graduated at the top of his class, winning the Barbados Scholarship.

I cycled across London to get 16k of RAM upgrade

In 1983 he entered McGill University in Montreal, Canada studying for an honors Bachelor’s degree in computer science which was followed by a Master’s degree in 1987 from which he graduated in 1991. Emtage was part of the team that brought the first Internet link to eastern Canada (and only the second link in the country) in 1986. In 1989 while a student and working as a systems administrator for the School of Computer Science, Emtage conceived and implemented the original version of the Archie search engine, the world’s first Internet search engine and the start of a line which leads directly to today’s Altavista, Yahoo!, and Google.

45 years old in a couple of weeks.