COME swish around, my pretty punk, And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I drink my fill.
Sobriety is a jewel That I do much adore; And therefore keep me dancing Though drunkards lie and snore. O mind your feet, O mind your feet, Keep dancing like a wave, And under every dancer A dead man in his grave. No ups and downs, my pretty, A mermaid, not a punk; A drunkard is a dead man, And all dead men are drunk.
Thanks GG .......... when i searched "Lonely This Xmas" and that popped up, i thought "grand, i will have a bit of Elvis" ........... i wonder did Elvis ever cover that track? ....... off to Google
I admit the briar Entangled in my hair Did not injure me; My blenching and trembling, Nothing but dissembling, Nothing but coquetry.
I long for truth, and yet I cannot stay from that My better self disowns, For a man's attention Brings such satisfaction To the craving in my bones.
Brightness that I pull back From the Zodiac, Why those questioning eyes That are fixed upon me? What can they do but shun me If empty night replies? William Butler Yeats
Greece named most corrupt country in EU Wednesday, December 05, 2012 - 08:14 AM
A new survey shows that the countries worst hit by the European financial crisis are also seen as among the most corrupt in the European Union, an international watchdog group said today.
Transparency International’s annual Corruption Perceptions Index shows Spain, Portugal, Italy and Greece with the lowest scores in western Europe.
Where 0 is “highly corrupt” and 100 is “very clean”, Greece scored 36, Italy 42, Portugal 63 and Spain 65. By comparison, Denmark and Finland tied with New Zealand at the top of the list with scores of 90, while Ireland scored 69, finishing in joint 25th (first place being least corrupt).
Germany scored 79, the UK 74 and the US 73.
Overall, the countries seen as most corrupt were Somalia, North Korea and Afghanistan – all of which scored eight.
Two-thirds of the 176 countries ranked scored below 50.
A FIRST CLASS NURSE WHO CARED DILIGENTLY FOR HUNDREDS' King Edward VII hospital spoke of the their shock at the death of Jacintha Saldanha in a statement: 'It is with very deep sadness that we confirm the tragic death of a member of our nursing staff, Jacintha Saldanha. 'Jacintha has worked at the King Edward VII’s Hospital for more than four years. She was an excellent nurse and well-respected and popular with all of her colleagues. 'We can confirm that Jacintha was recently the victim of a hoax call to the hospital. The hospital had been supporting her throughout this difficult time.' John Lofthouse, Chief Executive at King Edward VII’s Hospital, said: 'Our thoughts and deepest sympathies at this time are with her family and friends. Everyone is shocked by the loss of a much loved and valued colleague." Lord Glenarthur, Chairman of King Edward VII’s Hospital, says, 'This is a tragic event. Jacintha was a first class nurse who cared diligently for hundreds of patients during her time with us. She will be greatly missed.'
A FIRST CLASS NURSE WHO CARED DILIGENTLY FOR HUNDREDS' King Edward VII hospital spoke of the their shock at the death of Jacintha Saldanha in a statement: 'It is with very deep sadness that we confirm the tragic death of a member of our nursing staff, Jacintha Saldanha. 'Jacintha has worked at the King Edward VII’s Hospital for more than four years. She was an excellent nurse and well-respected and popular with all of her colleagues. 'We can confirm that Jacintha was recently the victim of a hoax call to the hospital. The hospital had been supporting her throughout this difficult time.' John Lofthouse, Chief Executive at King Edward VII’s Hospital, said: 'Our thoughts and deepest sympathies at this time are with her family and friends. Everyone is shocked by the loss of a much loved and valued colleague." Lord Glenarthur, Chairman of King Edward VII’s Hospital, says, 'This is a tragic event. Jacintha was a first class nurse who cared diligently for hundreds of patients during her time with us. She will be greatly missed.'
'Excellent nurse' who took Kate prank phone call found dead in suspected suicide after being duped by Australian DJs Receptionist found unconscious this morning near King Edward VII Hospital Mother-of-two transferred prank call from Australian DJs asking about Kate Hospital describes 'deep regret' at Jacintha Saldanha's death Presenters pretending to be Queen and Prince Charles got private details Woman's husband, two children and family have been informed of her death The trained nurse was helping on reception when 5.30am call was made 2Day FM presenters
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue; I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way, And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge, The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay - O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say. With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay - When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day. Patrick Kavanagh
WINE comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.
O men from the fields, Come gently within. Tread softly, softly O men coming in! Mavourneen is going From me and from you, Where Mary will fold him With mantle of blue! From reek of the smoke And cold of the floor And the peering of things Across the half-door. O men of the fields, Soft, softly come thro' Mary puts round him Her mantle of blue. Padraic Colum
Dreams fled away, this country bedroom, raw With the touch of the dawn, wrapped in a minor peace, Hears through an open window the garden draw Long pitch black breaths, lay bare its apple trees, Ripe pear trees, brambles, windfall-sweetened soil, Exhale rough sweetness against the starry slates. Nearer the river sleeps St. John's, all toil Locked fast inside a dream with iron gates.
Domestic Autumn, like an animal Long used to handling by those countrymen, Rubs her kind hide against the bedroom wall Sensing a fragrant child come back again - Not this half-tolerated consciousness That plants its grammar in her yielding weather But that unspeaking daughter, growing less Familiar where we fell asleep together.
Wakeful moth wings blunder near a chair, Toss their light shell at the glass, and go To inhabit the living starlight. Stranded hair Stirs on still linen. It is as though The black breathing that billows her sleep, her name, Drugged under judgement, waned and - bearing daggers And balances--down the lampless darkness they came, Moving like women : Justice, Truth, such figures.
Holy Mother of God ........... will you have a look at the profile with the name caught !!!
And a date for you`r diary FACE-------------
--------------> WOMEN IN POLITICS PANEL DISCUSSION- UCC
UCC Feminist Society in association with the UCC Government and Politics Society are hosting an event discussing the barriers to women’s involvement in politics. The event entitled: will take place Wednesday the 5th of December at 7.30pm in West Wing 6, UCC. “Join us for an engaging and though-provoking discussion on female political participation in Ireland, hosted jointly by UCC Government and Politics Society and UCC Feminist Society. Why do women make up only 15% of our Dáil? What are the barriers facing women in gaining political office? What can we do to ensure our politics are more gender-balanced? The evening’s speakers are: Claire McGing, National University of Maynooth and Fiona Buckley, University College Cork
Did the introduction of the text msg change life for the better or the worst IYO ?
Monday marks the 20th anniversary of the first text message being sent to a mobile phone.
British engineer Neil Papworth was just 22 when he sent the first ever SMS (Short Messaging Service) from his computer to a friend's Orbitel 901 mobile phone, on December 3, 1992.
Up the airy mountain Down the rushy glen, We dare n't go a-hunting, For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather. Down along the rocky shore Some make their home, They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide-foam; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain-lake, With frogs for their watch-dogs, All night awake. High on the hill-top The old King sits; He is now so old and gray He's nigh lost his wits. With a bridge of white mist Columbkill he crosses, On his stately journeys From Slieveleague to Rosses; Or going up with music, On cold starry nights, To sup with the Queen, Of the gay Northern Lights. They stole little Bridget For seven years long; When she came down again Her friends were all gone. They took her lightly back Between the night and morrow; They thought she was fast asleep, But she was dead with sorrow. They have kept her ever since Deep within the lake, On a bed of flag leaves, Watching till she wake. By the craggy hill-side, Through the mosses bare, They have planted thorn trees For pleasure here and there. Is any man so daring As dig them up in spite? He shall find the thornies set In his bed at night. Up the airy mountain Down the rushy glen, We dare n't go a-hunting, For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl'
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i wonder did Elvis ever cover that track? ....... off to Google 
Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !
A Drunken Man's Praise Of SobrietyCOME swish around, my pretty punk,
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.
Sobriety is a jewel
That I do much adore;
And therefore keep me dancing
Though drunkards lie and snore.
O mind your feet, O mind your feet,
Keep dancing like a wave,
And under every dancer
A dead man in his grave.
No ups and downs, my pretty,
A mermaid, not a punk;
A drunkard is a dead man,
And all dead men are drunk.
William Butler Yeats