At eleven o'clock they came in twos and threes from the darkness and gathered under the street lamp on The Tarmac on Valley Park Road. All adult males.
To the men of Valley Park: We the residents of Valley Park Estate, due to the increase in vandalism, car thefts, cider parties and damage to properties etc. we feel now is the time to take action. We cannot wait until some child gets injured or killed, due to the motor bikes and stolen cars in the area. It has to stop now!
Part 1: "You can see he's still hot'
Michael Lynagh lay on a bed in a cell at Mountjoy prison. His mouth was almost but not quite closed. Both eyes were bulging, the right one barely open, the left closed. His chest was very much enlarged. On his left wrist there was a straight and narrow line of dark red blood, almost brown. There was no sign of any flow from the cut on the wrist. Michael Lynagh, aged 27, had hanged himself in the cell an hour previously. It was about 3:15 pm on Friday, September 10.
Mackey's contribution was in refining crude bobbling and lurching into a practical skill which could be devastating when used by the right man at the right time. He was "The Laughing Cavalier", "The Playboy of Limerick" and "The Happy Warrior". And much more along those lines. Any epithet or cliche that could be used or strained to convey devil-may-care audacity, camaraderie, and abandon has been so used of Mick Mackey.
Five years ago we started Magill with four central editorial themes in mind:
- the redistribution of wealth.
- womens' rights.
- civil liberties.
- the Northern Ireland problem.
Now five years on, it is appropriate that we should review these themes.
"D 'ya do much running"
"Did you ever hear of the Dublin Marathon?"
"God, I did."
"Yea, well I won it last year."
Ireland's first minute collapse against Holland reflected the side's tactical naively and lack of organisation. For this the manager must be held responsible. The Irish European Championship campaign was not even a minute old before it had begun to ship water. Holland's 37 second goal was not produced by a thunderbolt from on high. Ireland were hoist on the petard of tactical ill-preparation. That opening goal was so obvious and could so easily have been prevented.
The Canadian looked straight into the eye of the camera, put his smuggest I'm-going-to-tell-you-all-about-it look on his face and said, "All the events in Ulysses take place on one day, July sixt ... "
The new Senate - like most before it - is a mixture of failed TDs, would-be TDs, party hacks and hopefuls. It contributes little to the affairs of the nation. Is the Senate ... a last refuge for scoundrels?
"I'm not going to vote," she said. Brian Lenihan tut-tutted. "You must use your vote," he chided. "Vote for somebody. That's the democratic system." She leaned against the doorpost, head swathed in a towel. "It's your system," she said coldly as the children crawled in and out the door and her friend wheeled a pram full of old clothes into the hallway. "It's not my system. I'm not going to vote." By Olivia O'Leary
The first thing to understand is that it's nothing to do with things artistic. I make no claims in that area. What I know of painting could be written on the side of a tin of Walpamur. In fact, it is. In the literary field I was long under the illusion that any book with Gide on the cover should be filed under Travel. Music goes in one ear and out the other and no one can convince me that Claire de Lune is not an opera about a mentally deranged woman called Claire.