This made me laugh!

Sir Clement Freud, chef, former MP and grandson of Sigmund, is a strong horse racing enthusiast, racehorse owner and punter. He writes a column in the Racing Post on Saturdays titled "Eighty Plus".

Last Saturday, 12th January 2007, his column included the following lines:

Last week, in the health section of a Sunday supplement, I read of the severe dangers of heavy drinking and took appropriate action: I gave up reading the newspaper.

Businessman thinks God is more important than money!

This appears on the front page of today's Irish Examiner.

A TRADER who pioneered Sunday shop opening in 1971 has had a change of heart — and has banned all his 13 shops from opening on the Sabbath.

Devout Catholic Des Kelly, 67, reckons the decision to axe Sunday opening on religious grounds could cost his home furnishings business €600,000 in lost trade this year.

Full story here.

The business is well known in Dublin, though the man himself isn't, and frankly I don't know what he looks like. I must disclose here that I have no connection with him or the business; in fact I don't believe I have ever been in one of his shops in my life, though I live quite close to one!

Moyross Nativity with the FFRs

More about the work of the Franciscan Friars of the Renewal in Limerick. This is from RTE evening TV news from last Friday.

Go to here, then scroll down to "Franciscan monks bring relief to Moyross."

Franciscan Friars settling in down in Limerick

Nice piece in local paper.

THE Franciscan Friars of the Renewal based in Delmege Park, Moyross, have been awarded the Limerick Person of the Month award for their efforts in bringing a new sense of hope to the people of the area.

Full story here.

This is my first YouTube posting!

Hopefully it works. Sit back and enjoy three minutes of Heaven from Elisabeth Schwarzkopf with Gerald Moore. I think this is from 1958.

She was born in the very same week as Frank Sinatra.



A few years ago, I got Moore's memoirs out of the library. He quoted what is probably the best-ever newspaper review of a recital by a singer:

"Last night Miss Blank sang at the Wigmore Hall. Why?"

All in a day's work

There are some working days you'll never forget . . .

Two members of Dublin Fire Brigade delivered a baby boy in the back of an ambulance on the South Circular Road, Dublin, early this morning.

Full story here.

Mark Shea in Dublin

Legend of the Catholic blogosphere, Mark Shea, is currently in Ireland. On Wednesday 7th November, I went to hear him speak in University College Dublin.

It was in the Engineering Building, very close to the number 10 bus terminal. About 30 people were present, mainly students I presume.

His subject was "101 Reasons Not To Be Catholic". He went through various lists of objections to Catholicism from some Protestants, secularists, dissident Catholics, etc, and how they tend to cancel each other out. For example, for every complaint against the Church one person has, another person has the exact opposition complaint. Such as, one person might say that the Church is too dogmatic and rigid for sticking up and maintaining beliefs, such as the Assumption or the Immaculate Conception. Someone else might say that the Church is too lenient by insisting on the doctrine of free will!

In talking about atheism/agnosticism, he came up with a brilliant quote which I feel best sums up the attitude of many so-called atheists: "Why does Jesus get to be God, and not me?"

At one stage, Mark paused for effect to tell us the single most important question that has ever been asked, and ever will be asked: "Who Do You Say That I Am?"

Another line he came up with that I had to write down immediately: "The faith is an anvil that has worn out a thousand hammers".

Afterwards, I shook hands with him, so this is proof that he really does exist. Sometimes with some websites, I get the opinion that they are actually produced by a group of people, all working under the same pseudonym, like the Hardy Boys novels, for example.

His tour of Ireland is not finished yet, so here is his itinerary. Do go to hear him speak if you can.

Question about Fr. Copleston S.J.

This is an appeal for help.

I recently acquired a second-hand copy (in very good condition, I must add) of Volume Four of Fr. Frederick Copleston's famous multi-volume History of Philosophy.

My question is: could I successfully read this alone, or would I be better off to get my hands of the FULL set and start from the very beginning?

Answers in the Comments box below will be gratefully received.

Anglican bishop's wife swims across the Tiber!

Let me start be disclosing that I have never met and I do know any of the people involved here.

First, here is the story from the slightly anti-Catholic Irish Independent.

And, here is the piece in a local newspaper, the Western People.

Here is a more deep-down analysis from the Belfast Telegraph, a newspaper which has been traditionally regarded as "a Protestant paper", but is now part of the Independent News & Media group, a company which dominates the Irish newspaper scene.

Here is the online version of the latest edition of the Church of Ireland Gazette. You will have to scroll half-way down the page.

I know today is Friday, but I haven't seen this weekend's The Irish Catholic yet.

So, Mrs. Henderson, as a Catholic layman all I can say is welcome aboard the Barque of Peter. And I can promise you that it's not going to be a totally comfortable trouble-free journey.

Padre Pio story from Tipperary

From the Nenagh Guardian.

Incidentally, reference is made to the lady's husband, Des Hanafin, as a Senator. Actually, he is no longer a Senator, but her daughter, Mary, is our current Minister for Education.

Preparation for marriage!

Inspired by Peregrinus Hibernensis making a special announcement, I have decided to post this.

Gentlemen who are planning to get married might want to show this to their bride-to-be. . .

. . . or then again, they might not!

Upcoming Edel Quinn event

Over the weekend, in a church in the city, I picked up a leaflet.

There will be a talk on "Venerable Edel" given by Most Rev. R.S. Ndingi Mwana 'A Nzeki, Archbishop of Nairobi, Kenya. There will first be Welcome and Introduction by Fr. Bede McGregor, O.P., the Spiritual Director of the Concilium, which is the highest governing council of the Legion of Mary. Then it says that Most Rev. John Magee, Bishop of Cloyne, will give the vote of thanks.

This will take place in Nazareth Hall, De Montfort House, Morning Star Avenue, Dublin 7, on Wednesday October 3rd, at 7.30 pm.

Morning Star Avenue is a cul-de-sac off North Brunswick Street.

Centenary of Edel Quinn - 1907-2007

September 14th, the Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross, is the 100th anniversary of the birth of the Venerable Edel Quinn.



She was born in Kanturk, County Cork, and died in Kenya on May 12th, 1944. She was a Legion of Mary Envoy, that is someone who basically works full time setting up Legion branches in what would be termed new territory.

Here is a link to the official Legion profile of her; you might have to click the link to her name at the top.

And here is a longer article about her from Down Under.

There are two biographies about her: the first written years ago by the late Cardinal Suenens of Belgium, the second written about ten years ago by Fr. Desmond Forristal, and I have read both.

My favourite Edel Quinn story is about the day when the Concilium, which is the highest governing council in the Legion, was debating whether or not to appoint her as Envoy to East Africa. Some Legionaries were concerned, mainly because she was a tuberculosis survivor, and they were worried that her health would not stand up to the demands of the job and the climate. Edel's response were words that rank as one of the best Catholic quotations of the century. She said: "I know I am not going on a picnic!" The Concilium approved her appointment.

The other very interesting story about her is one that did not appear in the Suenens book; my guess is that Cardinal Suenens did not put it in to spare the dignity of Edel's family. But it's in Fr. Forristal's book.

Edel's father worked for a bank, and he kept getting transferred around the country, meaning that Edel's childhood was divided among several locations. One location was in Tralee in County Kerry. What happened was basically that Edel's father was fond of the odd flutter on a horse now and then; that doesn't sound unusual, but this situation was different, because since Edel's father worked for a bank, he had access to other people's money!!

Luckily for him, and the family, he wasn't fired, but was transferred to Dublin and to a position where he did not have access to other people's money! And that was significant, because the Legion had not yet spread around Ireland, so Dublin is where Edel came into contact with the Legion! Such are the turning points of history!!

Another Irish blog on the web!

OK, so he's actually Dutch, but Luuk Jansen is entering the Irish Dominicans this month, in order to "test his vocation". May God be with him on his journey.

So does this make it the first "Jansenist" blog? Only kidding!!

Dublin's Tridentine Mass on the move

Currently, the weekly Tridentine Rite Mass is held Sunday mornings at St. Audeon's in High Street in Dublin. This church is also the "headquarters" of the ministry to the Polish community in Dublin. But as the Polish ministry continues to expand, the Tridentine Mass is going to move.

The new location will be St. Kevin's in Harrington Street. This is about a ten-minute walk south of St. Audeon's. Someone I know was at the 6 pm Saturday Vigil Mass yesterday evening, and the Parish Priest, Fr. James Larkin, announced it. Now the Holy Father's Summorum Pontificum comes into effect September 14th, but the switch will probably not happen for some time after that; apparently a news Parish Chaplain for the Tridentine Rite has to be appointed. The Tridentine Rite will be 10.30 am, and then the Novus Ordo Mass at 12 noon.

Currently Fr. Larkin is on his own in St Kevin's; this parish, like others in the city centre, has seen a population exodus to the suburbs over the last two decades or so; and this church is only a ten -minute walk from the Dublin Mosque, so there is a reasonably-sized Moslem population in the area.

St. Olav's Cathedral, Oslo

This is the seat of the Archbishop of Oslo. His Diocese, strictly speaking, covers the whole country; but there are "Apostolic Prelatures" at Trondheim and Tromso.

In recent years, Norway has had an influx of immigrants, especially from Poland, so one of the Sunday Masses here is in Polish and another in English. If you are looking for Mass times in Norway, the best source is http://www.katolsk.no/ which is in Norwegian, so the magic word you are looking for is "Messetider".

St. Olav's is located on Akersvein, a street on the northside of the city centre of Oslo. There is a small Catholic bookshop, located over my left shoulder as I took the photo.

Obviously this is not the only location for Mass in Oslo, and frankly since I did not spend much time in Oslo, I did not get to visit any of the others. But I suppose that gives me an excuse to go back.

Munch's "The Scream": my theory

On my recent trip to Norway, in Oslo's National Gallery, I got to see one of Edvard Munch's copies (he actually did several) of his best known work, "The Scream". This one is behind a glass case, in order to prevent it being stolen again!

For decades, art critics and historians have speculated on the true meaning of the work.

So now here is my theory.

This represents the reaction of a tourist on seeing Oslo restaurant prices.

So what do YOU think?

A picture of Hell!

Within the last few weeks, I have literally gone through Hell.

And I have come back.

Yes, I really, really, did go through Hell.

On a train.

Here's the proof. Here is a picture of Hell. Actually, this is is the train station.

If you ever land at Vaernes Airport, the airport serving the city of Trondheim, you can get a train from the Airport to Trondheim Central which takes about 45 minutes, and after the Airport, the next stop is Hell.

I didn't get out of the train; the doors opened, and I just pointed my camera and clicked. In fact, I was hoping to come back to Hell on another day to have a proper look around. But I didn't get the chance.

The word "Hell" obviously means something in the Norwegian language. But I can always say, if anybody ever tells me to go to Hell, that I've already been there!

I'm back!

Sorry I haven't posted for over a month. I was on holidays, which left me with a backlog of work when I got back, so this blog has had to take a back seat.

I went to Norway. More to follow, including photos, about this beautiful corner of God's earth.

So now I'm back in wet Ireland; but in fact, it has been quite wet in Norway for the past week as well.

As for me, I had one bad weather day in Norway; the rest of my holiday was mainly like in this picture:

Try not to be too jealous!

Election Day

This coming Thursday, May 24th, we have Ireland's greatest blood sport - a General Election.

As most of you know, here we have what is technically known as Proportional Representation by the Single Transferable Vote (PR/STV). I have heard the system criticised mainly because it increases the possibility of "unstable" coalition governments; the last time a party got a majority in the Dail was 1977.

You get your ballot paper, and mark in your first preference candidate. But you can continue to vote for other candidates by writing in numbers 2, 3, 4, etc, against their name. The transfers come in two possible ways; first, when a candidate exceeds the quota and is elected, the surplus of votes (difference between quota and votes received) are then distributed. The second way is by elimination: the candidate with the lowest votes is eliminated, and the votes distributed by second preference, and so on. This process continues until all the seats are filled.

It is possible to be elected without reaching the quota, because after successive candidates are eliminated, there might be only one remaining. Some voters will only vote for one candidate, so these votes are described as "non-transferable".

The whole system is in contrast to what they have in the UK for Parliament, the "first past the post system", where you can be elected with considerably less than half of the vote, especially if there are a lot of candidates.

Here, it results in what some regard as a fairer representation for smaller parties, and prevents the larger parties, especially Fianna Fail, from monopolising power. In the past, Fianna Fail in government has put forward to the people two referenda to amend the constitution to abolish the PR/STV system, and both times the people said No.

Apart from voting, my closest democratic experience has been two days as Poll Clerk, both over ten years ago. For the first experience, at a General Election, I was "between jobs" at the time, and following a tip-off, I went to the City Sheriff's office and told them there that I was available for election work. A couple of weeks later I got a letter appointing me as Poll Clerk at a polling station in Dublin, which was not far from home. Frankly, I was hoping to be counting the votes, which I suspected was more fun!

Polling stations in Ireland are generally the local schools, as this one was. We were in the constituency of Dublin Central in what would be regarded as a staunchly working-class - and socially-deprived - area of Dublin.

Each voting station in Dublin has different desks; each desk is assigned to certain streets, and depending on where you live, you go to that Polling Station, and find the desk assigned for your street/road. Each desk has a Presiding Officer and a Poll Clerk. They check your name on the register, (they may possibly ask you for i.d.) give you your ballot paper, and point to the ballot box into which you place your votes. There is a different box for different desks.
Each Polling Station also has a Supervisor - and a Garda on duty!

Sometimes, the desk may also have who is known as a Personation Agent. This is a representative of one of the political parties. When a potential voter comes in, they may ask the Presiding Officer and Poll Clerk to insist and ask the potential voter for i.d.

When I first did Poll Clerk, the Presiding Officer was a girl who worked in Dublin Corporation; and we had a Personation Agent, a lady whose husband was a Fianna Fail worker; she admitted to us that she really didn't have a clue what she was doing.

As I said, each desk has its own Electoral Register for that desk. When the voter arrives, the Poll Clerk or Presiding Officer gets a pencil and draws a line to cross out the name of the voter, thus preventing them from voting twice! What is significant here is that although voting is secret, and nobody knows what way you yourself voted, the candidates and the candidates' agents are entitled to see this document, so they know who turned out to vote, and who didn't!

In my time, the station was open from 0900 to 2100. Next Thursday, stations will be open from 0730 to 2230. In order to encourage higher turnouts, the hours have steadily been increased. Incidentally, today, voting actually took place on Co. Donegal's offshore islands.

So I had a twelve-hour workday. Being prepared, I had brought some food with me. You can't leave the station. Obviously, toilet facilities are in the building!

We were told to get there well before 0900 to set things up. Now the little wooden booths, to allow you to write up your ballot paper in privacy, were already there. We put up some official notices, left out pencils in the booths, etc. The equipment each table has was something I wasn't expecting: as well as the ballot papers, there was lots of string, wax, a box of matches, a waxing seal, and a small Bible. At the end of day, the ballot box is closed, the lid tied up with string, and the wax poured onto the string and sealed! Then the boxes are taken to overnight storage before counting begins next morning.

We never needed the Bible; I believe it is for use when someone comes in who cannot vote by themselves, such as someone blind, or possibly disabled with no use of hands. The Bible is used for a third-party, possibly the Garda, to declare publicly that they will fill in the ballot paper on behalf of the voter in accordance with the voter's wishes.

Our day went gradually and slowly; the lady Personation Agent left around lunchtime, and was replaced for a couple of hours by a young man. I never forgot one piece of advice he gave us; it related to our voting register. Our area included a nursing home run by nuns, and the register included the elderly residents, about fifty people. He told us that if anyone came and claimed to be one of the people on that part of the list, he told us to definitely ask them for i.d. All day, none of these residents came to vote.

The turnout at our table was about 50%, which would have been expected considering the area and the state of the country at the time. People in poorer areas tend to have a lower interest in politics, and a lower confidence in politicians.

And a high point of the day was getting to shake hands with the one and only Bertie Ahern!! Note that he was not Taoiseach at the time, so I have never shaken hands with a Taoiseach!!

I had one more day as a Poll Clerk; not too long after that General Election, there was a European Parliament Election. This time the City Sheriff made the first move and sent me a letter; I didn't have to go to his office! I was appointed Poll Clerk in another school in another constituency, but fortunately within walking distance of home. By coincidence, there was a by-election for the Dail in this constituency as well, and I remember we got to shake hands with two of the candidates.

And on both occasions, a couple of weeks afterwards, a cheque arrived from the City Sheriff. I can't remember how much, but on both occasions it was less than £100 in old money.

For 2007, I am in gainful employment, so there is no need to make a trip to the City Sheriff's office. But whereas 0900 to 2100 was manageable, I don't really fancy being there from 0730 to 2230.