I have been in Cuba for the last month or so and have developed a quare taste for the ould cigars. There is nothing that can compare to smoking the live ones in the flesh, but I thought I’d bring you a snippet of what life has been like for me. The hat I got …
I turned thirty six the other day – thirty feicin six! That, for the mathematically challenged, is two times eighteen. Now, a human comes of age at the age of eighteen – one reaches adulthood. So after that milestone has passed, what is the next big one?
Well, I am putting it out there today that the next important year is thirty six. The big 36. Not your 21st, not your 30th, not when you hit the fabulous forties but innocuous, oft overlooked thirty six.
Yesterday I went scuba diving in the Caribbean. There was talk of whale sharks, schools of Dolphins, all kinds of manta rays and turtles and tropical beauty. We were going to the North side of the Island of Utila which is one of the best spots in the world for the ould diving.
The sun was up early. The sea was calm. The breakfast of omelette and freshly baked bread was eaten at 6am in the local café, washed down with a nice creamy coffee. Cinnamon buns just out of the oven were bought and put in the pack to give nutrition in between dives.
I believe in knowing the truth about 9/11. It is something which rankles with me deeply. Many people I speak to still believe that the Muslim world attacked free America 11 years ago. While there is some evidence of planes being hijacked and flown into the World Trade Centres, there is also evidence of controlled demolition of the three skyscrapers which fell that day in New York.
This is evidence which had been ignored by the official investigation. I think the world is owed the truth about this day. I think the world needs to understand that there is more to it than meets the eye.
The Sober Paddy has been hiding out in the Costa Rican jungle for the last week or so. Been saving the turtles would you believe. Sure what else would you be doing of a week in july. Here is a quick little taster of some of the real work I was doing. I bought this …
What does it mean to be Irish these days?
I was talking with my wife about the response to my letter to Roy Keane. She was overcome with the passion which people show about the subject of Irish support. I have to admit I knew how we feel about our green culture – we are very proud and very staunch about who and what we are.
She asked me why was it then, that there was not more outcry from such passionate people against the government and the banks?