During a recent covert operation in Istria, I managed to take a few pictures of doorways and other things.
Here are some of the doorways. I’ll show you the other things in another post.
If you’re on a dial-up connection, this post won’t suit you.
The rest of the pics are below the fold.
Right. I’m going to watch the last episode of the Sopranos.
I’ll be back later.
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Later.
OK. Without comments.
What did you think?
Cap’n Dyke
Cap’n Purplehead
Isn’t it amazing sometimes the way you find yourself surrounded by pirates?
This looks like a Gilbert and Sullivan moment.
And while we’re at it, let’s have Tom Lehrer, if not quite on the same subject, at least in the same vein: The Elements.
More of Tom Lehrer in later posts.
No. I don’t mean Charlie Haughey but it’s still the most ridiculous thing I ever saw, apart from the Preznit, of course. After you’ve finished laughing at this fucker, head on over to Cap’n Purplehead and enjoy the two John Prine songs he put up. Still relevant after all these years.
And [...]
Isn’t it just as well we didn’t bring the cattle out golfing? said Jimbo.
‘Tis, I replied, considering the ferocity of the lightning storm at present bursting about our heads.
Exactly, he concurred. In a less ferocious lightning storm we’d have been ok.
We both went quiet for a minute, peacefully contemplating my dog Satan chewing [...]
UPDATE.
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Niall McElwee and the PC Gestapo
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I never heard of Dr Niall McElwee until about four days ago when it emerged that he had been forced to resign from his job at the Athlone Institute of Technology where he had been lecturing in the area of social care [...]
Wasn’t that terrible? Wasn’t it just awful that the Barbra Streisand gig at Castletown House was a complete wash-out (especially considering the fact that some people paid €550 for their seats)?
What??? You heard me right. €550 to sit in a muddy field listening to a self-obsessed old gin-room entertainer croaking songs from [...]
. . .if you find something, then you’ll detain him. If not, you’ll say, ‘Sorry to disturb you. Have a nice evening.’ So you’ve just humiliated this man in front of his entire family and terrorized his entire family and you’ve destroyed his home. And then you go right next door and you do the [...]
I don’t want to talk about the Twelfth of July, except to wish Knudsen a happy birthday. I’ve already done my bit for loyalism.
Instead, tonight I want to celebrate the passing of our dear friend, Jock, who died this day three years ago. He was a Scottish Presbyterian, and dying on the [...]
I was sitting down tonight with a former secret policeman, savouring a quiet pint and enjoying his stories of beating confessions from suspects when he made an observation that, I have to confess, I’d overlooked.
This Vincent Browne thing, he remarked.
What?
The way his show was axed.
Indeed, I interjected. I love the Vincent Browne show.
And it’s [...]
