Tag Archives: 2017

The Golden Age of Emerald Rail

As far as I know, the Old Man had no Irish ancestry, and never set foot in Ireland. He did get on well with Irish colleagues at work, and he seemed to like songs with an Irish flavour. Commentator Bytesmiths … Continue reading

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C.S.Lewis

Each of us finds that in his own life every moment of time is completely filled. He is bombarded every second by sensations, emotions, thoughts, which he cannot attend to for multitude, and nine-tenths of which he must simply ignore. … Continue reading

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Cut from the same cloth?

A recent posting by Sarah reminded me of the questionable pleasures of watching TV with the Old Man during his latter years. Her comment in reply to Plutonium Sox reminded me of an additional detail: how the Old Man used … Continue reading

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Jacques Tati

Les Vacances de Monsieur Hulot “Oh, very good,” said the Old Man when Hulot stepped onto the tow-rope and was catapulted into the harbour. Mon Oncle “He’s a bungler,” said the Deceased Lady dismissively, when Hulot absent-mindedly threw away the … Continue reading

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