What could be more quintessentially Irish than seeing a game of Cricket in county Kerry?
Is there a more stunning backdrop/vista of Tralee Bay in the background?
We drove from Tralee to Fenit on Saturday afternoon and passed through the village of Spa. We couldn't believe our eyes. A game of Cricket was being played at Kerry Cricket club.
We talked to one of the Cricketers. He said they play mainly 20 -20. We told him about the new 100 format where each team gets 100 bowls at each other. We were intrigued that Cricket was being played in Ireland. He said there are Cricket grounds in all the Cities and they are very keen on it in the North.
It was a magical sight and that great Manchester band 10CC song started playing on my mental jukebox:
One thing I really like about working with people is the conversations we have. Living in the countryside I can go days without speaking to anyone other than immediate family. I think that's why I write and compose blogs and comment on my favourite blogs that I follow.
I was talking to someone when I was working the other day. He remarked that he couldn't understand why when people refer to the famine in Ireland it's called the Great Famine. He said there was nothing great about it. I agreed and said that the first world war is often called the great war.
I thought this might be a 'great" topic for a blog post. So I looked up other examples of when great is used:
Great Wall of China.
Catherine the Great.
Arthur Ashe was a tennis great.
I am sure you have examples of the word great?
Do you remember Bullseye? "How you doing, smashing, great!"
I've been working all week and going on my twice daily free cruise across the bay to the island and back. Will catch up with my favourite blogs soon.
A group/duo I would have loved to see in the early noughties would have been The White Stripes. They consisted of Jack White on Guitar and vocals and Meg White. They are from Detroit in Michigan.
I once watched then on Later with Jools on BBC 2 and Jools said they were a brother and sister duo. When in fact they were actually married at the time.
Probably their signature tune is Seven Nations Army. How many times have I heard number two son playing that tune on his electric guitar?
I'm not going to play that though. I'm going to play a cover song by Mary Catherine Bernadette O'Brien or Dusty Springfield to be precise. She was born in West Hampstead of Irish parents. Her mother was born in Tralee in County Kerry. Dusty's ashes were sprinkled over the cliffs of Moher in County Clare.
That's me this very morning harvesting a very nice beetroot specimen in 'Portugal' my plastic polytunnel pal.
I sowed them and planted them in a polystyrene welder packing case. They've had no chemicals just chicken pellets and some of my cow poo and nettles garden tea.
Like the great comedian Frank Carson would say: " It's a cracker!"
Like the majority of our vegetables, beetroot originate in the middle east and are said to be a seaside plant. They like a sprinkle of salt when they are growing and it also helps keeps the slugs and snails away.
Beetroot is very popular in Russia and central and Eastern Europe. Beetroot is very good for cleansing the blood too.
The beetroot is now boiling away in a big pan with it's leaves still intact. Brotherhood of Man recorded the following b side to the Eurovision song contest, honest!
"Beetroots for tea. Save your beetroots for me... "
We noticed four rabbits happily grazing in a new part of a cemetery the other day:
The cemetery grounds staff keep the grass mown and the rabbits obviously enjoy the young and tender short grass.
Animals are so resourceful and don't mind using a cemetery for a dining place.
It's good to see rabbits grazing instead of us sighing at beautiful animals that have become casualties of roadkill. I saw a beautiful badger dead in the middle of a main road the other day. All it had done was to go for a stroll and a midnight feast. There's no cemetery for those poor creatures.
Imagine if you could find an old McDonald's restaurant and you could make it into your very own giant sized bungalow?
Come the glorious revolution we will all have our choice of what we want. I'd like my own dustbin wagon and my own ex Ronald McDonald restaurant, drive through and takeaway to convert into my very own mega sized bungalow complete with a full sized snooker table, jukebox, bar, cinema and library.
I don't want much do I?
What would be your perfect abode to make into your home?
Yet more Rock band heroes have recently passed away over the last couple of weeks: two Cinderella members, the bass player from ZZ Top and the once former Kansas band violinist and singer Robby Steindhardt. There must be one mighty Rock festival being played every day in Heaven.
It's a sign of your own mortality when your Rock heroes are getting old and achieving the ultimate freedom: playing music in eternal paradise.
I remember me and my mates jumping in the back of a Ford Transit van in 1987 and setting off to Castle Donington "Monsters of Rock" festival in Derbyshire. Cinderella kicked off the festival about one o'clock in the afternoon. They strutted their stuff and were probably one of the best ever bands I have ever seen to kick off a music festival.
Thanks to good old You Tube. We can watch these favourite bands over and over again,
I discovered this gem by Cinderella lead singer Tom Keifer. I can't stop playing it. Enjoy:
We stayed at home yesterday after our carbooting jaunt on Saturday. We made some Sangria and I decided to flick through Netflix films and documentaries. Sometimes I look in the British films and we won't watch anything with violence and it's a struggle sometimes to find anything to watch.
Then somehow I found Under The Eiffel Tower:
It's a wonderful film set in the French countryside full of vineyards and a female lead that would make anyone instantly fall in love with. Yes the story is your typical strangers meeting on a train, sharing a bottle of wine made on a French vineyard where coincidentally the heroine works and jointly owns.
The storylines got some interesting subplots and a bit predictable ending. But if you want sheer escapism and to gaze at an amazing French actress, beautiful food, wines, vineyards and rural gobsmacking countryside. Give it a whirl!