Limerick On A Beautiful Day

 Posted by on November 8, 2014  Add comments
Nov 082014
 

What a lovely morning.  What an utterly lovely start to the day, with blue skies and all the little birds threatening each other in song.  Not that you’d know it if you were listening to Radio RTEland, which informed the nation that we’d all be better off in bed because it was raining outside.

Outside their studio in Dublin.  Or outside their house, also in Dublin.  Or outside their car, on the way from their house, in Dublin to their studio in Dublin, but that’s the national broadcaster for you.  Meanwhile, here in Limerick, the weather was mild-to-warm with sunshine, but of course none of that matters in Medialand.

I got into the market a little late today due to a wild goose chase that should remain in the shadows, but when I finally made it, the rewards were great.

Very often on Saturday mornings, it’s nice to meet up with friends in nearby Nancy Blakes and have a coffee, but first, of course, it’s essential to pick up some delicious buns or cakes at one of the market stalls.

Limerick Milk Market 051

 

Yummy.

But of course, you can’t walk through the market without being accosted by vendors selling other delicious fare, which is why not one, but two Turkish chaps stopped me.  The lad with this stall sold me a really tasty pastry sort of thing made with Feta and vegetables, Baklava, he called it.  As I left the Big Top, another Turkish man handed me a delicious lamb sausage and I guarantee you, I’ll be back to him next week, but with photos and lots of lip-smacking.

Limerick Milk Market

 

On the way between one Turkish man and the next Turkish man, I met this charming lady selling Clangers, though I don’t believe for one second her story of how they got their name.

Limerick Milk Market

It’s another sort of pastry thing, with a sweet filling at one end and a meat filling at the other, though there is a vegetarian option for vegetarians and for people trying to convince themselves that they’re vegetarians, and for other people who think it will make them healthier, and why wouldn’t they?

The idea is a lot like the Cornish Pasty, except that it didn’t originate in the tin mines.  It’s actually from Bedfordshire and you don’t throw away the crust.  But apart from that, it’s the same.  I got a sample and it was delicious.

All that before I ever get my nice cup of tea, which will be flung in my face unless I present a nice cake to the terrifying German barman.  I’m no fool, though, and so I have my delicious little confection tucked away here, ready to present in return for a nice cup of tea.

Hello.  I would like a nice cup of tea, please.

You will do as I say.  We own you.

Have a bun.

Oh thanks.  Would you like a nice cup of tea?

It’s great.  It’s all good.  I pass a happy thirty minutes among witty raconteurs and the weather remains good, apart from the cloud hanging over me.  I forgot to pay the electricity bill and they sent me a snotty letter, so I’d better stroll down to the Post Office and pay it.

Before leaving, I bump into a New Zealand friend.   A rugby-playing Maori cannibal type.  What do you reckon our chances are of beating South Africa?

Pretty good, he says, to my surprise, me being of  little faith.

You reckon?

I rickon,  he nods.

I bid my friends a good day and wander off, still enjoying the indescribable mildness of being, until I come to O’Mahony’s bookshop, a place of iconic significance to me.  This is the place where, as a teenager, I bought most of the books that made me who I am today, and therefore it’s almost a place of pilgrimage.

And there, in my place of pilgrimage, is the man who single-handedly, though temporarily,  convinced me that journalism is dead.  There, signing his latest book, is Paul Williams, a man whose access to hard information about criminals is in direct proportion to his usefulness to his Garda handlers.  There he is, in a bookshop in Limerick, signing copies of his latest book about crime in Limerick, even though the lowlifes he writes about are all in jail, and even though he has not the slightest access to facts about life in our town.

Paul WIlliams

I pause in mild surprise , but then I notice the title of his book: Murder Inc. This, according to Paul Williams is the nickname given to the small family of useless morons who, for a while, sold drugs in this town.  Who gave them this imaginary  nickname?  Nobody in Limerick, or anywhere else, except in Paul Williams’s imagination.  Limerick people just called them what they are: scumbags.

It was such a nice day up to that point.  What a shame that Paul Williams, a man who knows nothing about Limerick, should be milking an old story to death, and what a worse shame that Limerick people might be lining up to buy his book and solicit his X on the flyleaf.

What a further shame that Limerick.ie should slavishly and moronically repeat his blurb in their What’s On section.  I see that they’ve taken it down following complaints, but here it is anyway.

paul williams blurb limerickie

 

This is a website paid for by our local taxes and managed by employees of our local authority.  Ponder that for a minute or two.  Promoting a self-publicising fantasist who has done as much as any man to tarnish the reputation of our town by talking up the activities of a small gang of scumbags for his own personal glorification.

Is that what we pay for?

Anyway, the gloom didn’t last long.  Paul Williams is far too small a man to take up my whole  day, there was a rugby match to see, and besides, it was quite a thing to see him pulling copies of the book out of his arse as easily as he pulls facts.  He should charge for that.

Finally, let me confess that I didn’t really expect Ireland to beat South Africa but the cannibal was right, as usual.

Yay!  Take that, South Africa!  And take that, Paul Williams, when you’ve finished fiddling with your orifice.

 

  9 Responses to “Limerick On A Beautiful Day”

Comments (9)
  1.  

    Now if there’s one man i wouldn’t object to see on the receiving end of a spear tackle, you found him!

    Well done Ireland, brilliant game, sets everything up nice for the rest of the season.

  2.  

    A day bordering on idyllic, Bock!
    I could taste the clangers and baklava as you described them!
    In fact, I will, in a week!

  3.  

    I’d have taken an aul stab at him, while I had the opportunity.

    Come ‘ere to me Paul, I wanna take a stab at all this nonsense of yours about Limerick.
    To which Paul would probably run to the corner, get in the foetal position, suck his thumb and beg for mercy.

    Gobshite Inc.

  4.  

    Watched him earlier on the Late Late.

    He said Limerick has some lovely people. Like we’re not all murdering scumbags. Isn’t that nice.

    He referred to some areas as ghettos. Places where my parents would have grown up. Where my grandparents lived. Ghettos!
    These were the suburbs of that time.
    There was no Raheen, Dooradoyle, Castletroy, Monaleen back then.
    They’re not ghettos from what I can tell.

    Another thing I don’t quite get is why this is news still?
    How long have those few criminals been locked up now?

    I wouldn’t mind so much if it was Steve Collins writing a book about his experience, but you feel like Williams is using the man’s misfortune to get some book sales.
    He obviously hasn’t much else to write about.

  5.  

    I hit Limerick Market about once a month just after 8.00 when most stalls are just setting up (except the fish stall which has 4 or 5 customers). Another one, in the corner beside the guy with the excellent – albeit expensive – selection of vinyl, has sausages and rashers cooked and ready, with the option of having them in a soft roll rather than a crunchy one. A lovely well cooked sausage with mustard and a dollop of Salsa…. Wander across and get a coffee to go with it…. Pure heaven. I have seen the Turkish lads so must try their stuff next time, thanks Bock.

  6.  

    I haven’t been to the market in months – for no particular reason either. But we’ll be there next week to sample the delicious Turkish delicacies you write of, and maybe a clanger while we’re at it.

    Paul Williams is a leech. There is a lot more material available to him in his own neck of the woods – almost a murder a day it seems – but he just can’t help gravitating toward this town that intrigues him and nauseates him so much.

  7.  

    As I had nothing to do last Friday night as I was hopping through the channels to see what shit RTE was plastering across our screens in a hope to draw in more TV viewers..
    I was shocked to see Mr Williams on the Late Late..scraping the barrel with another book on Limerick.
    What shit is he writing now, it can only be the same as the last book he wrote (in which I don’t have and never will buy any of his books, unless I want to buy expensive toilet paper)
    I thought is he for real, what can he slander Limerick with this time, how will he write a story now, with most of the SCUMBAGS locked up.. Then I thought, ah he must have started his new book from the back to the front from his previous book, just to confuse people, same shit just a different angle.
    Then I was thinking…. what the fuck… there has been over 20 murders in Dublin this year….. but yet they (the Dublin Media) are blinded by their own shit, They (at RTE) must be sitting around a table, saying “right lads… what or who can we talk about on the Late Late Show….. ah Limerick… it hasn’t been in the news for the wrong reasons in a while… do you reckon we could float this again for a while.. until the new year anyway”… yeah would be the answer, sure we gave them an overkill with that 3 minute coverage of that Giant Granny…

  8.  

    Well said Madhatter.
    Anybody who thinks that this wasn’t deliberate on the part of RTE are the one’s who are in denial.
    How many more years are we going to be subjected to this nonsense.

    The way RTE are behaving is made even more curious when you consider the amount of skeletons they have in the Limerick closet…they haven’t always used to most ethical means with which to make their many many documentaries on Limerick over the years…

  9.  

    I don’t live in Limerick but my Grandparents come from Clare, I love the
    connection. Limerick ls a wonderful place, vibrant full of music and creative
    life. Haven’t seen this Williams person around lately, saw him once on TV, he
    seemed to be the only one enjoying himself, perhaps he’d had the piles cured.

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