Kept Catholics - 50 Years of the Chieftains

[Kev Bar]

Eating with the folks in Westport on Saturday and spotted Matt Molloy coming out of his impressive looking pub, one of the many there.

Jumped up to go ask him what he thought about the buffooning down of his brilliance but he had disappeared.

Escaped interrogation and missed out on a compliment.

Not that he needed either.

But all is possible in a country town.

Instead, caught a big gang of Glaswegian musicians kicking up a storm.
A first pint post lunch/full Irish power in the union style storm.

Had to embark on an Uncle Kevin n kids 30k cycle down the Greenway - epic stuff and all showing a bizarre togetherness for this country.
So bluegrass, comrades booze and ballads had to be compressed into 30 mins and it still zipped.

As did we down that possible proof of a Keynesian argument wonderful cycle trail.

Defying weather with healthy plans, it'll impress the hell out of the Germans.

Could even turn us a tad teutonic.

There's world class wonder to be had there.

Shame I missed Matt though.

Might have been interesting.

[Sidewinder]

I'd love to know what shrooms yer on.

[Kev Bar]

I'd love to know what shrooms yer on.

A little known French variety called gibbere

[Count Bobulescu]

A little known French variety called gibbere

[Kev Bar]

Elegantly fried.

[bernadette]

Elegantly fried.

I hope you desisted long enough

to enjoy

the best place in Ireland

to live

Official!

And

My favourite town

Westport magic

[Kev Bar]

I hope you desisted long enough

to enjoy

the best place in Ireland

to live

Official!

And

My favourite town

Westport magic

That
I
did

[bernadette]

Given that I can scream and shout and behave like a child with relative impugnity here - there is always Sam of course- can I drop a restrained rant?

On how I just blew 70,000 Euro.

In a week.

A lesson in crack

I can't ever get anywhere with your blog, could you at least let us know what the 70,000 went on? Is it a metaphorical 70,000, hopefully.

[Kev Bar]

I can't ever get anywhere with your blog, could you at least let us know what the 70,000 went on? Is it a metaphorical 70,000, hopefully.

Of course it was.

But a valued voice of prudence told me I was being premature.

[bernadette]

Of course it was.

But a valued voice of prudence told me I was being premature.

+1

[Kev Bar]

I can't ever get anywhere with your blog, could you at least let us know what the 70,000 went on? Is it a metaphorical 70,000, hopefully.

Crack is back.
Hit by a rock of outrageous fortune.

CRACK

70,000.

Gone.

In a week.

Crack.

Actually.

A crack.

Was selling the gaffe.

Not quite breaking even.

A big improvement.

On borrowing to bail.

Then last week.

A bidding war.

It's war. Baby.

Suddenly up 70.000.

All dandy.

Hands in air.

Wheeeeeee

Capitalist roller-coaster.

Enter the surveyor.

A crack.

Crack fluency required.

Enter my surveyor.

We're looking at 10,000.

Fine.

But crack 's now a sobering force,

Sobering.

The purveyor of madness and rage?

So into equity's duplicity.

Rode my 70,000

Plus 800.

The cost of.

My lesson in crack.

[toxic avenger]

You know he's there a lot, don't you? That he owns the pub 'Matt Molloy's' - which has great trad music on all the time?...

[Kev Bar]

You know he's there a lot, don't you? That he owns the pub 'Matt Molloy's' - which has great trad music on all the time?...

Spotted him from across the street.

Had an ideal 30 mins listening to afternoon music.

Before uncle had to join the kids on an epic cycle.

[Kev Bar]

You think I am pissed off at not being at the picnic.
With the weather staying good.
With Dublin full of more scary yanks than graced downtown Baghdad.
With no money.
Think again.
I went to A Woman's Heart.
And got 20 mins of Delores Keane.
It felt like compensation.

A Woman's Heart.

Feels like curmudgeon.
Fortune let prevent a picnic.
Instead of listening to Tindersticks.
Or going winter-defying mad.
I went to A Woman's Heart.
Only a woman.
Indeed.
Eek.
And listened to Dolores Keane.
Who was pure festival.
And that was enough.
So with 'no-one is callin me a misogynist' pride.
I walked the Navy/Notre Baghdad steets.
Of the gathering Dublin
Until safe home.

[Count Bobulescu]

You think I am pissed off at not being at the picnic.
With the weather staying good.
With Dublin full of more scary yanks than graced downtown Baghdad.
With no money.
Think again.
I went to A Woman's Heart.
And got 20 mins of Delores Keane.
It felt like compensation.

A Woman's Heart.

Feels like curmudgeon.
Fortune let prevent a picnic.
Instead of listening to Tindersticks.
Or going winter-defying mad.
I went to A Woman's Heart.
Only a woman.
Indeed.
Eek.
And listened to Dolores Keane.
Who was pure festival.
And that was enough.
So with 'no-one is callin me a misogynist' pride.
I walked the Navy/Notre Baghdad steets.
Of the gathering Dublin
Until safe home.

By the sound of it the Yanks were just as unhappy to be there. Lots of complaining in US media this week by Notre Dame people about having to traipse over to Dublin to play. Got the feeling they would shoot whoever suggested and organized it. Navy were dutifully quiet. One of the complaints was “uncertainty” about laundry facilities, so they were packing fresh gear for each day. Must be tough over there. Couldn’t they just wash in the Liffey?