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Depressing News

Monday’s here once again.  I had so many things I wanted to talk about yesterday but I’ve forgotten them all today.  Except, I’m shitting a brick a little bit because I gave my NaNoWriMo novel to somebody to read.  My son deleted a chapter and I needed a bit of help with that and the whole thing to be honest and somebody offered to give me a hand.  I’ve never “given” somebody my stuff to read so I’m feeling more than a little bit sick today.  I feel the need to share my pain. 

But in the grand scale of things, that really isn’t important.  The newspaper made me cry again yesterday.  There was a time when Mr. Claire wouldn’t buy me newspapers or else he w0uld read them first and take out any sad stories.  He was sick of seeing me sob for like an hour if I read something sad.   If anything happens to children or animals, that’s it, I’m horrified and upset for the day.  It’s a bit ridiculous really, you never see somebody reading a newspaper on a bus and bursting into tears.

So, yesterday’s story that made me cry was about a funeral.  A whole family wiped out.  A procession of tiny white coffins.  It really got to me.  Around two or three weeks ago, there was a fire at a house.  A couple and their five children died.  Within a couple of days, it became apparent that it wasn’t an accident.  They say that the father trapped his family into a room and set the house on fire.  The mother was pregnant and two of the children were under the age of two.  The older children were most certainly old enough to know what was happening to them, old enough to know what their daddy was doing to them.

The story at the time got to me, but seeing those little coffins was just horrible.  I can’t even imagine how the rest of their family and friends must be feeling.  This type of story used to be unbelieveable in the past.  But now it’s happening more and more often.  I don’t understand it.  I don’t understand what drives a person to hurt their own families like that.  There are usually two excuses when a parent murders their child and kills themselves too.  One is that the mother was extremely depressed and the other is that the father wanted to hurt the mother or punish her in some way.  I’m not saying that’s exactly the reasons, just that it is what people say to try and understand what has happened.

I can’t relate to it at all.  I’ve been depressed.  I had post natal depression.  But I’ve never once considered hurting my babies and I’ve certainly never thought of hurting them to punish their father.  It scares me how easily it seems to be happening.  Not long ago, this was unheard of, now we’re hearing similar stories a couple of times a year.   I just don’t know how things can get so bad.  Surely, there has to be some sign that there is something wrong, surely there has to be something that somebody could do to stop it from happening.  I hate the thought that there is nothing we can do to stop it.  I hate that this is yet another one of those stories that we seem to be hearing more often.  There is help out there, people need to use that help when life gets hard or when they find it hard to cope with things.  Sorry for the depressing post…I couldn’t get past that story until I talked about it and Mr. Claire wasn’t around to depress so I’m laying it on you lot.  😦

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Quick Note

I can’t put this in the sidebar so I’m hoping posting it here will do. But anyway, I’m trying to add this blog to the site below because, well, I’m Irish. And some of the things I talk about are about Ireland so…if you’re interested in other Irish blogs check it out too and have a nosey around. You might learn something besides the words arse and toerag. 🙂

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F*%k You, FAI, F*%k You…

You may have noticed the National Anthem page there on the right.  I’m going to dedicate that page to the FAI, it seems only right.  For all the readers from far away lands, football = soccer here by the way. 

Anyway, in our football Golden Years in the 90’s (led by the one and only legendary and honorary Irishman, Jackie Charlton.  Jackie, we still adore you, please come back, you’re not too old, we promise), most of our players had English accents down to the grandparent rule so most of our team didn’t have a clue what the words to the National Anthem were.  They used to move their mouths anyway; it was amusing to see who could actually sing it.  So I think a good start for the FAI would be to teach our players the words to the song, it might make our woeful performances on the pitch a little less embarrassing.

Here’s a recent enough clip of our anthem being performed at a match.   Note how our younger players have learned from the embarrassment of past Irish footballing legends and have managed to not only learn the words but to sing so loudly that it sounds like a whole football team is singing along.  Also check out our recently sacked manager, Steve Staunton.  Now, Stan the Man was a great player on the Irish team for many years yet he still doesn’t know the words.  Glutton for punishment?  Well, he did take the job as Ireland Manager with no experience and after the unpleasantness that was Mick McCarthy (who used to play Captain, then managed to single handedly drive away Roy Keane, our Godlike Captain – we all like a cheeky rogue).  That says it all really.  Now there’s talk of Andy Townsend lending a hand, not as manager you understand, no we need someone experienced.  Experienced enough to have been sacked, obviously.

So now the FAI are looking for a new manager to shame.  Shame?   Why, yes, that is the perfect word for it because Irish football is in a shambles.  I repeat, Shambles.  That shower of planks don’t know their arses from their elbows.  They are now trying to fix long standing problems with a big name.  Newsflash – it doesn’t matter who manages the team, it won’t make great players magically sprout up out of the ground. 

Think of England, where men that wear skirts sarongs and cheat on their wives with women that pleasure pigs on television can become national heroes (and villains depending on the current scapegoat) and earn unlimited amounts of money.  Now think of Ireland, where football players earn an average wage, earned by their full time jobs.  That’s right, part time footballers are two a penny here.  We need to develop the youngsters, actually properly train players and maybe one day, we will get some decent players.  Constantly.  Not just two every generation. 

Our darling little Taoiseach had his dreams of the Bertie Bowl but he was laughed at.  He is also a bit of a plank and deserves to be laughed at but in fairness a decent football stadium could have been a great starting point and a hell of a lot more useful than the Giant Syringe pretending to be art in the middle of O’Connell Street.  And definitely a lot more useful than the proposed Giant Metal Man they want to put in the River Liffey.  Think of the children…please, think of the children….   Just thinking about it pisses me off.

Anyway, I’ve forgotten my point by now but it seems like people wonder why we lose at everything.   Most countries work harder for their athletes.  I used to love football and I mean love it.  My dream was to go to an Ireland match.  I used to settle for Shels and Pats matches instead which were great craic, don’t get me wrong.  But I always wanted to see Ireland play.  Everyone did.  World Cup, Italia ’90.  I was 7.  I remember the matches, I remember the atmosphere, I remember the love.  Once Charlton went, the love sort of…faded.  People started blaming the managers.  Just for the record, Brian Kerr rocks my world 🙂

So, FAI, if you ever get your act together, maybe you’ll help out our local teams a little bit more.  Maybe if the kid’s football teams had a little bit of proper funding, they might turn out some Eircom League players and maybe the Eircom League players may turn into International football legends and maybe, just maybe, if you put a bit of effort into making Irish football what it could be, our decent players wouldn’t piss off to England to play for real money the first chance they get.

If the FAI bucked up a little, maybe the boys from Crumlin United would have more of a future than playing for Wolves reserve team, maybe Usher Celtic would win a match because they can play rather than their opponents pissing themselves for fear of scoring in case they get stabbed.    Maybe, wankers that make up the FAI, you could think about how you haven’t supported the players or the managers of the Ireland team for fear of getting shit on too.   And, I’m sorry, but how many fecking press conferences does it take you lot to actually spit something out?

In conclusion:  F*%k you FAI, we’ve had enough of your piss taking bolloxology.

 Oh, and…Up the GAA!

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