tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40571559369941488392024-03-07T21:30:11.722-08:00Moanaghan ManAn Irishman's tongue-in-cheek blog on life. All views my own.Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-18965400260439571372017-12-31T12:16:00.002-08:002017-12-31T12:16:51.787-08:00Happy 2018<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Regular readers would have noticed that I have been fairly quiet lately. Please don't worry, I haven't given up writing this blog; I plan to return in 2018 with lots more articles. In the meantime, please keep checking in. And a follow would be much appreciated, thank you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">John </span>Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-74916225925178305572017-11-25T09:49:00.000-08:002017-11-25T09:49:46.235-08:00Nearly Awards 2017<div class="MsoNormal">
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Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-53334416992651132942017-11-09T14:14:00.000-08:002017-11-09T14:14:26.879-08:00Please Keep Reading<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Hello Everyone, </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>My apologies for not posting this week. I've suffered a family bereavement and feel it is inappropriate to post humour at this sad time. I intend to add more pieces very soon, so please keep checking. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>John </b></span>Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-79497143922260974652017-11-02T16:06:00.000-07:002017-11-02T16:06:16.938-07:00My Review of The Walking Dead<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In this piece, I’m going to review the US television show The Walking Dead. I say review, this is probably unlike any other analysis of the programme you’ve ever read. That said, if this is a success, I might review more shows.</span><br />
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Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-20939337370710143312017-10-17T17:33:00.000-07:002017-10-18T09:50:36.827-07:00I Found It<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I think I’ve found the easiest job in the world (apart from being a voice coach to a mime artist). The job is... a scientist. To demonstrate, let me tell you about two scientists who achieved greatness with a minimum of effort.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> The first person I’ll write about was a Greek from ancient times called Archimedes. Straight off, you can tell this guy is special – he’s so famous, he only needs one name. Just like Bono, Bjork, and Bambi. Archimedes is famous because he had a bath. I’ll elaborate; he had a bath and discovered two things. The first was water makes you wet. His second discovery was that the water level in a bath rises when you get into the bath. It gets a bit complicated after that; let’s just say he went on to have many more achievements. I’m sure he didn’t invent the rubber duck, however.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> There you have it, Archimedes and Alexander Fleming became famous by simply taking a bath in the former’s case and by making a mistake in the latter. I wash and make mistakes all the time and yet the nearest I’ve come to any kind of eminence is listening to Eminem. Maybe I should take up science. Or at least wash and make mistakes more often.</span><br />
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<br />Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-70088004282711805262017-10-10T17:39:00.000-07:002017-10-10T17:39:26.557-07:00Carillon Magazine<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>The piece below won a Carillon Readers’ Bookmark Competition in for me a few years ago. Sadly, this brilliant writing magazine is due to cease publication shortly. If you would like to learn more about Carillon, please visit its website at http://www.carillonmag.co.uk/</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>For the competition, I had to write a letter of excuse for something. The following (which has been slightly edited) was my effort.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I realise Sheffield City Council is rather annoyed with me over my failure to pay a parking fine. However, I think you should hear my side of the story before you judge me. It all started when I fell in love with a woman. She was out of this world. Literally. You see, she was from another planet. I was smitten the moment I looked into her eyes. All three of them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The romance grew and everything was going well until I decided to take her to a Sheffield United match. Big mistake. Not only did the experience put her off football, it turned her against me, the human race, the whole world (and Bramall Lane pork pies). She was so angry that she threatened to obliterate the planet with her spaceship’s laser. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I reminded her that the spaceship had been parked on a double yellow line for weeks. I offered to pay the ticket if she promised not to destroy Earth. She agreed, and then flew off to steal cattle hearts in Arizona, instead of human ones in Yorkshire. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am left alone, and with a fine that doesn’t really belong to me. However, as my astuteness has saved the planet, I hope you’ll do the right thing and let me off. Indeed, is there any chance of a reward?</span><br />
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<br />Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-62390106524796855222017-10-02T14:56:00.000-07:002017-10-02T14:57:48.830-07:00A Funny Phobia <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It’s time someone stood up for clowns. I’m talking about the injustice of these funny people being feared for no good reason. In this piece, I will argue that this should not be the case. I promise that, in making my case, I will not squirt water at you with a pretend flower. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> It is said that people are born with two innate fears, that of falling and loud noises. (Actually, there’s a good case for a third one – the fear of tax forms). As we go through life we may become afraid of other things which in turn may develop into full-blown phobias. Coulrophobia, or the fear of clowns, is one. In my opinion, there are three main reasons for this: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Clothes: </b>Clowns have an eccentric way of dressing, particularly when it comes to footwear. However, a predilection for boots does not mean the wearer is menacing. I know groups such as skinheads like to wear boots too, but I can’t imagine skinheads walking around with oversized red and yellow ones. Unless they’re skinheads who happen to have a great sense of humour.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Make-up:</b> Clowns wear so much make-up that the person underneath becomes unrecognisable. Someone with a vivid imagination could believe a former school bully, or some other nasty person could be behind that face paint. It could even be the President of the United States. I mean, presidents have been known to wear silly wigs. But the chances are the clown is an ordinary person who just happens to look like a baddie from a Stephen King Novel. This brings me to my final point…</span><br />
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Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-91788584394410388642017-09-24T16:58:00.002-07:002017-09-24T16:58:57.674-07:00Infuriating Inferences <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I find it annoying when people aren’t direct with me. They somehow expect me to ‘read between the lines’, a difficult job at the best of times and downright dangerous if the lines in question happen to be on a railway. Well, I’m never going to read between railway lines – and neither should you. There are safer places to read a book. Two professions, in particular, are magnets for ‘indirect’ people and I will talk about these in this piece.</span><br />
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Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-90967795422979935242017-09-10T17:13:00.000-07:002017-09-11T08:52:03.484-07:00Valentine Card-astrophes<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The world needs love more than ever. So please read the following semi-biographical piece on the subject of Valentine's cards. (That’s the best link I can offer).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> My mother learned of my predicament as soon as I arrived home. She thought for a moment, then went to a drawer and pulled out a selection of ancient birthday and Christmas cards. One of them apparently served as both a birthday and Christmas card for it had roses and sprigs of holly on its cover. It was huge, too big to be placed in an ordinary envelope. Inside, a personal message had been written on the page opposite the card’s verse. My mother carefully removed the handwritten part, leaving a greeting that wished the recipient ‘…a joyous day and peace throughout the coming year’. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> Maybe, just maybe, this would pass as a Valentine – if the girl didn’t notice that it was a twenty-year-old, second-hand Christmas card that came delivered in a tatty shopping bag. Later, I knocked on her door; she answered and I handed her the shopping bag. She pulled the card out and proceeded to gaze at it, her face full of delight. This left me with the (incorrect) impression that women are easily pleased. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> My friend was called into action again the following year. My previous girlfriend – who had not turned out to be a fan of vintage cars – had left me and I needed one for my new sweetheart. Surely this time, the Valentine would be more relevant than one displaying an old banger. Surely not. This card had an elephant on its cover. An <i>elephant</i>. They are wonderful creatures, but in my opinion, elephants come just above Wookiees near the bottom of the romantic animal league. Although it was a humorous card, I wasn’t laughing – and neither was my soon-to-be ex-girlfriend.</span><br />
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<br />Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-65975435906717310852017-09-03T17:13:00.000-07:002017-09-03T17:13:37.727-07:00Supreme Fools<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>The following piece is about a serious subject – racism. Although it has a lighthearted tone, it is not my intention to disrespect or offend the victims of prejudice.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Take the Ku Klux Klan. They may claim that people who are ‘not like them’ are taking all their jobs. However, they ignore the real reason they can’t get work: nobody is going to employ a person who shows up at an interview looking like they belong on the ghost train at a fairground. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> You would think that all this feeling superior business would make racists smug – but, if anything, they are nearly always angry. I’ve found one possible explanation for this. The KKK have members called Grand Dragons and Imperial Wizards. They must be driven mad (in every sense of the word) because they can’t decide whether they’re racists or wannabe extras in a Harry Potter movie. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> And staying on the Klan, I’d like to ask a final question: why all this fondness for K-words? In their twisted world, is the letter ‘C’ inferior to ‘K’? If so, then it’s time they became aware of the fact that all letters are created equally. And it’s surely time they realised the same rule of equality also applies to humans.</span><br />
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Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-19546342349812151672017-08-27T19:49:00.000-07:002017-08-30T01:57:36.268-07:00Anthem Mayhem<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">National anthems are meant to inspire patriotism, not generate confusion. In this piece, I will write about my experience of the latter because I need to unburden myself of the painful memories. Besides, there’s more comedic value in the confusion part.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> I learned the words to Ireland’s National Anthem, ‘Amhran na bhFiann’, around the age of nine. Our teacher taught us English lyrics before we learned the Gaelic version. In English, the anthem is called ‘The Soldiers’ Song’. I didn’t have a huge grasp of apostrophe use at that age, so couldn’t tell if ‘The Soldiers’ Song’ was about a group of soldiers or an individual one. I just wish someone had told me the answer was waiting in the first three words of the chorus. (See below).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> My school friends and I learned the lyrics to the song’s opening verse, and we were soon singing about singing a soldiers’ song and everything seemed fine. And then it came to the bit where we were ‘impatient for the coming fight.’ This made me uneasy; I was never impatient for a fight in my life. In fact, I only would only shadow box on overcast days. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> ‘Soldiers are we’ might be appropriate lyrics for an anthem called ‘The Soldiers’ Song’ but, nonetheless, I now found myself not only singing about a fight I didn’t want but also lying about my occupation as well. I was not a soldier. I wasn’t even in the boy scouts. My classmates didn’t look like military types either. In fact, most of the country would be lying while singing those lyrics. After all, there were only about twenty thousand soldiers in Ireland at the time – and that statistic includes Irish members of the Salvation Army. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> I had been told from a young age that I should always tell the truth (unless a woman asked if her dress looked good on her). Saying I was a soldier was a lie, a sin. So every time I sang ‘The Soldiers’ Song’, I would have to include it on my list of sins. Patriotism came at a cost: an extra one Our Father and three Hail Marys at confession. Maybe, in an effort to be truthful, I should have sung ‘Shoulders have we’ instead. </span><br />
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Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-43945253402094125022017-08-20T17:25:00.000-07:002017-08-20T17:27:15.124-07:00Reality TV Check<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I wonder if reality shows on television have reached their peak in popularity. Viewers must have realised by now that these shows are not giving them a glimpse into lives more exciting than their own. The fact is, reality shows are even duller than a stamp collecting, trainspotting accountant. And I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s an actual reality show about stamp collecting, trainspotting accountants. If there is, it would have to be called <i>Jersey Bore</i>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> Reality television is the gift that keeps on giving (annoyance); the participants on real-life shows can go on to become ‘celebrities’ themselves. And get involved with celebrity programmes. As a result, celebrity versions of reality shows are often disappointing – mainly because no one has remembered to invite a proper celebrity. For instance, this year’s <i>Dancing with the Stars</i> in Ireland should have been called <i>Dancing with the Asteroids</i>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> In the interest of science, (and to make this piece a little longer) I am going to imagine that I’m a reality ‘star’ with my own show on television. It needs a title; <i>John’s Not Keeping Up</i> will do. In every episode, I’d get on a bus, do my work, and then come home on a bus. And that’s about as exciting as it would get. To prove the point, not one remarkable work-related event happened to me last week. To be fair, the fact that I was on holiday had something to do with that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> So I don’t think I’ll be asked to do reality TV anytime soon. But that doesn’t mean other Irish people could give it a go. Forget <i>The Real Housewives of Beverley Hills</i>; I want to see <i>The Real Housewives of Ballybunion</i>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> Perhaps these shows will become even more popular. But for me, they can be summed up like this: It’s not so much Big Brother is watching me – it’s I’m not watching <i>Big Brother</i>. Well, I might watch it sometimes. That’s the reality of reality television. </span><br />
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Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-55149971038729982752017-08-13T15:09:00.000-07:002017-08-13T15:09:43.476-07:00Above and Beyond<b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As a tribute to my first teacher, Mrs Anne Callan, who recently passed away, I would like to include the following post. In 2015, I had the huge honour of being asked to write a speech for my former primary school’s 50th-anniversary celebration. (The new school had replaced an older building which had stood since 1888). The following is an edited version of the speech. Sadly, the other teacher mentioned, Mrs Bridget McCole, is also no longer with us. May they rest in peace.</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Preparing this has made me realise that I share much in common with the American astronaut, Neil Armstrong. For instance, his first spaceflight took place in the year of my birth. And, less than a year after his small step onto the surface of the Moon, I took a personal giant leap, when, with even smaller steps, I passed through the doors of our school for the first time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> The date was Monday, June 15th, 1970. I know this because I remember my brother talking incessantly about England’s defeat to Germany in the previous evening’s World Cup match. Incidentally, I would go on to marry a cousin of one of the England players who participated in that game in Mexico forty-five years ago. If you find the previous statement incredible, I hope it’s due to the coincidence, and not because someone actually married me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I met two wonderful women and great teachers, Mrs Anne Callan and Mrs Bridget McCole for the first time that day, and received a warm and genuine welcome from both ladies. As for the building itself, I loved the newness of the place, the big windows, the different coloured chairs in the classroom, and the magical blackboard. A Saturn V space rocket could not have impressed me more. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I do, however, have one unhappy memory from that day, and that was being sick beside Mrs Callan as she was giving a music lesson. As this was the seventies, I was no doubt suffering from an early form of disco fever. For someone who could throw up in front of an entire schoolroom of kids, I was very shy during my initial days at school, but would eventually lose my bashfulness, and contribute my fair share of noise to the ‘Wee Ones’ Room’. To get a sense of what Mrs Callan had to put up with, imagine a youngster with all the decorum of a Sunday Game panellist – then multiply that by twenty. My time at primary school lasted throughout the seventies, and I’d like to give you an insight into Annalitten life during that period. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> In the 1970s, the boys at our school followed the style of most young men and took to growing their hair long. I would theorise that our long locks were an act of rebellion against older folk. And barbers. We missed more cuts than Rory McIlroy at the Irish Open. It wasn’t just our hair that set us apart from our predecessors and successors. To say our clothes were distinct is an understatement. We were often seen in flared trousers and loud shirts with collars so large, they would embarrass Harry Hill. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Colours were different too. Yes, colours. I mean, we had blackboards instead of whiteboards, and our football team’s shirts were blue, not red. One year even the grass was a different hue, changing to yellow in 1976 because Ireland didn’t receive its usual above-average share from God’s watering can. This led to pupils in our school actually praying for some rain in Ireland. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> That was a summary of the sights of Annalitten in the seventies. The sounds were something else, and the one defining sound was the ‘Annalitten Groan’. An excited groan is the best way I can describe this noise, which would be performed if we knew an answer to a question. Simply putting our hands up was not enough for us. We frequently made the school room sound like a cross between a Wimbledon final and a commercial for laxatives. Looking back, it’s funny how we never realised our chances of being chosen to answer would have increased had we kept our hands down and stayed quiet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> A short-lived craze for boys appeared in the middle of the decade. Bubble gum picture cards of English Football League players were swapped like telephone numbers on a speed dating night. The deals that took place here would impress a modern football agent. Imagine it. Johnny Giles exchanged for Mike Channon, Steve Highway for Colin Bell, or Don Givens for the entire Luton Town squad. Football card swapping would disappear as quickly as Bay City Rollers fans, going to prove that youngsters can be fickle in any era. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Personal memories of this place are too numerous to mention in totality. I will say this: The relatively small events come to the fore as much as the major ones. For instance, I remember reading the school’s set of encyclopaedias as often as I could in order to indulge my passion for the solar system. This interest in the planets led to me being known by the affectionate term ‘Spaceman’ for a few weeks. Told you I had a lot in common with Neil Armstrong. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> One of my favourite memories of Mrs McCole is when she taught us the poem ‘Daffodils’ by William Wordsworth. She was always a most knowledgeable and enthusiastic teacher, but, in my opinion, she reached new heights that day. Her love of the subject had me entranced. I have happy memories of Mrs Callan too. Perhaps my favourite is when she gave me my first ‘VG’ mark for a piece of writing I did entitled ‘My Clock’. I regard the moment Mrs Callan awarded me that mark as the start of my writing career, so now you all know who is to blame. Seriously, I will be forever grateful to Mrs Callan.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> All through my time here, the Old School stood beside the new one, sending out its own lesson to my subconscious, telling me how fortunate I was to go to a modern, centrally-heated school, to be able to see the local hills and the sky as I learned and to have more study space than the pupils who attended the Old School. To use the words made famous by Bernard of Chartres, Isaac Newton and Noel Gallagher, Neil Armstrong had “[stood] on the shoulders of giants” to reach the moon. We, on the other hand, followed in the footsteps of wee ones. But in their own way, they were giants too. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Many of those wee ones were our family and friends. I must add, I was surprised and delighted to learn that my own late mother and uncle had contributed well-written and interesting articles to the Folklore Commission in the 1930s when they were pupils at Annalitten. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> My fellow pupils and I would use the Old School’s facilities for school concerts in 1978 and 1979 – a poignant coming together of the old and the new. I would return to the Old School as a secondary student in the 1980s, to take part in activities like basketball lessons run by the wonderful Pauline Devlin. I also attended a few discos which brought back memories of my primary school days, because my shyness had returned. This time around, asking girls to dance left me tongue-tied. Although I did get the opportunity to step on a few lassies’ toes, I was most usually found standing motionless in the corner, just like when I played Gaelic football on the school field.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> While today’s celebration gives us the opportunity to remember and thank all those responsible for both the Old and New School and to remember our past pupils, we must also think of our school’s present and future. Today, in Frank and Fiona McDonnell, we have two fantastic and popular teachers, just like when I was here. Let us hope this standard is maintained in the years to come. To present pupils, I say this: If you’re honest and try your best, you will go far – perhaps to the Moon, like Neil Armstrong. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Which brings me to the last, and the most important link I have with Neil Armstrong. Both he and I were blessed with brilliant, wonderful teachers. Mr Armstrong went above and beyond once. Teachers like Mrs Callan, Mrs McCole, and Frank and Fiona McDonnell go above and beyond every day. </span><br />
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Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-26332556273667028022017-08-06T17:16:00.000-07:002017-08-14T15:46:42.432-07:00Moanday Motivation<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Many people feel down when they go back to work after a weekend or holiday. In this piece, I stress the positives of returning to work. I won’t use any clichés like “At least it gets you out of the house” because a lot of things can get you out of the house – for example, walking the dog, or going out to the ice cream van, or walking the dog while you go out to the ice cream van. (Not recommended). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> My strategy to make you feel better about your job will be this: Write about even worse jobs. I apologise if you actually do the work I’m about to mention. If you are, perhaps this blog post might make you want to consider changing career. Or changing the blog posts that you read. (As long as that doesn’t include ‘Moanaghan Man’).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> The first horrible job on my list is <b>acting in a laxative commercial</b>. Think about it. The actor didn’t get the role due to his/her dramatic ability; it was because he/she looked constipated. Hardly a skill that’s going to win an Academy Award – unless it’s the award for ‘A career that’s literally going down the pan.’</span><br />
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Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-90347867298697943272017-07-30T17:09:00.000-07:002017-08-05T09:37:30.545-07:00Maybe Next Time<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In this post, I’m including a piece I wrote for my local Gaelic football team in Monaghan, Ireland – Toome GFC. It’s from 2013, has been slightly edited, and is on the theme of disappointment. I hope it doesn’t disappoint you. The article follows below.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> “Maybe next time.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> The player hardly took any notice and walked on with his head bowed. That man followed in the footsteps of many defeated players, and in turn, more would follow him. The journey from the losing dressing room to the car park will remain some of the most difficult steps a player can take in football – unless they start playing matches on ice rinks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> In 2012, I thought I had a chance of winning one of the categories on BBC Sports Personality of the Year. I’m serious; there was a rumour going around that the London Olympic volunteers (of which I was one) could win the team prize. Yes, I thought I was a contender, along with the likes of Andy Murray, noted for his skill with a racket and ball over the course of a tennis match, and Rory McIlroy who's noted for his skill with a driver and putter over a golf course. By the way, I’m noted for my skill with a knife and fork over a five-course meal. Speaking of courses…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> Of course, I didn’t win. In case you’re interested, the team award went to the British Olympic squad. For my part, I’ve learned to be more realistic regarding awards. Or maybe not: Sometimes I dream these blogs will win something. I’m not fussy – the Nobel Prize in Literature will do. Mind you, I don’t think I’ll be the Nobel laureate this year. Maybe next time.</span><br />
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<br />Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-13853156156599977502017-07-23T17:29:00.000-07:002017-07-23T17:29:41.001-07:00Read Here<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It annoys me when people and organisations insult my intelligence. Take life insurance companies who promise me a good deal if I take out a policy with them. They could do a better deal – by paying me now. Here’s my logic: 1) It’s called ‘life’ insurance. 2) I’m living. 3) So where’s my money?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I appreciate people who try to help me through life but sometimes they can be too kind. For instance, when I have to sign something and the other person places an ‘X’ on the line to show my signature goes there. This is not required; my cognitive ability is such that the words ‘Sign here’ is sufficient information. I have travelled all over the world – to places like the States, Australia and Monaghan town. I can find my way around a sheet of paper, thank you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Then we have transport companies who come up with ridiculous excuses for delays or cancellations. My favourite is ‘ the wrong type of snow’ which was the media’s interpretation of what British Rail was saying after bad weather disrupted services in 1991. I always thought there was only one kind of snow but apparently, there’s a snow strain that can stop a train. Perhaps they should go all the way (unlike their trains) with their excuses and say that they are operating on the wrong planet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Staying on the climate, it makes me smile when weather-forecasters predict a day that will be filled with ‘sunshine and showers. They’re not being very precise here, especially if they’re giving the weather in a four-seasons-in-a-day country. As predictions go, it’s like saying a sports team will win, lose or draw their next game. Besides, I can tell if there’ll be sunshine and showers the moment I step out my front door. Come on, weather-forecasters, give us more information, please. You can at least say what type of snow we’ll be getting.</span><br />
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<br />Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-14799608210553163232017-07-16T17:12:00.001-07:002017-07-16T17:12:54.354-07:00Poll-axed<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">People who compile political opinion polls should be good at two things: Predictions and numbers. But after their recent failure to correctly forecast the results of Brexit, the 2016 US presidential election, and the 2017 UK general election, it’s unlikely pollsters will be asked to predict winning lottery numbers anytime soon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> It could be argued that incorrect opinion polls are good indicators of a country’s democratic credentials because they show its citizens can and do change their minds about their politicians. In fact, the only places where opinion polls would be right all the time are dictatorships – that’s because the only opinion that counts in the country belongs to the dictator. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Nevertheless, polls could be more accurate. I think the fault doesn’t lie with the pollsters but rather the participants. I mean, the ‘don’t know’ people probably don’t even vote as they don’t even know it’s election day. Even if they did, they wouldn’t go to the polling station as they’d be too busy deliberating on what clothes to wear. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Apart from the ‘don’t know’ folk, I think another group should be removed from opinion poll figures. I’ll call them ‘misleaders’ – people who say they will vote one way when they know they will vote the other. These devious people shouldn’t be taking part in election opinion polls. They should be standing for election.</span><br />
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<br />Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-74981476515779310002017-07-09T17:16:00.000-07:002017-07-10T10:07:04.455-07:00No Game For Ireland Is Just Not Cricket<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Ireland’s cricket team have joined its football and rugby counterparts at the highest level in the world. In order to honour all involved, this piece will be about cricket. Please don’t yawn or stop reading. You’ll find cricket has a lot going for it if you read on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> For those new to the sport, I’ll start with some cricket basics: Someone bats and another person tries to get him out. Howzat for basic? (Cricketers shout ‘Howzat’ a lot – couldn’t resist the pun). Every player on the bowler’s team (apart from the bowler) stands around and watches. There’s not much else for these players to do except catch the ball every now and then. Nobody has the heart to tell these fellows that when they’re not being glorified spectators, they’re being glorified ball boys. Meanwhile, the batsman’s teammates are also taking it easy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> With all the standing and sitting around, the exhausted players need breaks for lunch and tea. Yes, that’s <i>lunch </i>and <i>tea</i> – as if a game of cricket wasn’t long enough. The ‘proper’ spectators don’t seem to mind the long interruptions. They just wake up and have something to eat themselves. Rain can stop play but I doubt it stops the dining.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> Cricket is so slow that if the New York Jets played the game, they would be called the New York Propeller-driven Aircraft. It can take up to five days to complete a Test Match – it would only take one day if the players didn't eat.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> At the beginning of this piece, I stated cricket has a lot going for it so, to be fair, I will mention a few of the sport’s good points. It requires skill, can be exciting, the supporters are fantastic and what’s not to like about a game with terms like ‘silly mid-on’ (don’t ask), ‘follow through’ (definitely don’t ask) and ‘googly’ (a googly is a type of bowling delivery, not a new internet search engine).</span><br />
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<br />Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-21841899688373528412017-07-02T16:40:00.000-07:002017-07-02T16:45:57.670-07:00Some Theories on Theories <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Scientists have too much time on their hands. Literally. For example, there’s something called the B-theory of time. I don’t know what this is exactly; I always thought ‘B time’ was said by cinema-goers in the 1940s just before a Ronald Reagan movie came on the screen. All I know is that there’s a good chance this theory is about time – as in it’s about time scientists stopped coming up with all this nonsense. It seems boffins are now having hourly competitions to see who can imagine the most unimaginable theory. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> Even the great Albert Einstein got in on the act with his Theory of Relativity. Again, don’t ask me to explain this. I suppose it’s called the Theory of Relativity because it’s taken a relativity long time to prove that E = MC Hammer. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> I’ve come up with something more useful than Professor Einstein’s effort. I’ve called it my Theory of Relatives. I’ll explain: Say you have a flatulent uncle called Ernie who pretends his dog is the one with the gas problem. The equation for this would go: E = BWBD which stands for (Uncle) Ernie Breaks Wind (and) Blames (his) Dog. You might think this theory is trivial but in fact, it is very important – if you’re Ernie’s dog. My supposition is also a lot easier to prove than Einstein’s effort. You can send my Nobel Prize in the post.</span><br />
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Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-2301986346208514552017-06-25T16:57:00.001-07:002017-06-26T09:40:09.458-07:00Enterprise Is Good For Your Heart<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">First of all, I will apologise for yet again mentioning <i>Star Trek </i>in a post. I make no apologies for the subject matter, however. If you read only one of my pieces, make sure it is this. Actually, if you only read one of my pieces, I'll be quite upset.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> In my opinion, living like Mr Spock can benefit your heart. You might think that Vulcans and health go together like Romulans and hippies, but since my heart attack in 2014, I’ve concluded that our tickers would be in better shape if we were more like the character made famous by Leonard Nimoy on <i>Star Trek</i>. (Pointy ears optional).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> Take my own case. In the lead-up to my heart attack, I was getting occasional pains in both arms. My body was warning me like a flashing red alert on the Starship Enterprise. Foolishly, I chose to believe my pains were caused by the cold weather. I have since discovered my hesitation in seeking proper medical opinion was not unique. In fact, I’ve been amazed at the number of fellow heart patients who also ignored their symptoms and/or self-diagnosed. We lacked Mr Spock’s logic. He would have visited Dr McCoy straight away. </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Although there are less concerning reasons for pain(s) in your upper body, it is always wise to seek proper medical advice at warp speed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> Vulcans have little or no blood pressure, yet Mr Spock could give humans a lesson on blood pressure management. He remained composed in stressful situations, calmly handling big events such as a Klingon attack to relatively small strains like choosing ear muffs. You may not be blessed with Spock’s mentality, but you can relax more. Make lists in order to prioritise your daily/weekly/monthly tasks. Learn to handle both ‘big’ and ‘small’ stresses. Have regular blood pressure checkups. Reduce your salt intake. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> Like <i>Star Trek</i> episodes, cholesterol can be good or bad. We can assume Mr Spock maintained high levels of ‘good’ cholesterol in his blood because that was the logical thing to do. Monitor your cholesterol and eat healthily to reduce the ‘bad’ type (which can damage your blood vessels). And keep an eye on your blood sugar levels too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> A transporter room in your home that could beam you to and from work or the shops might seem convenient but your heart wouldn’t thank you. Parking your car slightly further away from your workplace or supermarket (or getting off the bus a stop early) makes it easier to incorporate extra exercise into your daily routine. Better still, if you can, walk/cycle all the way. (Allow extra time if your office is on Mars). Mr Spock stayed in shape and had a healthy body mass index (BMI). Follow his lead and watch your waistline. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>M</b> –Medical attention. Seek it urgently if you experience any unusual symptoms.</span><br />
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Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-18235304573222624362017-06-21T17:18:00.000-07:002017-06-21T17:18:31.801-07:00I Won't Stand For This<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The thought of being a stand-up comedian makes me want to sit down. Apart from not actually standing up, there are other things that would make me a poor stage comic.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> The first reason why it’s hard for me to do stand-up is (promise you won’t laugh) the sound of laughter. I know this defeats the purpose of being a comedian, but hearing people giggle would make me anxious – I would spend the whole time checking to see if my trousers were falling down. I could face the other way but that would be worse; the audience would be laughing behind my back – and who likes people laughing at them behind their back?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Even if I got over the laughter, the actual audience would worry me. I keep imagining I’d have the worse crowd ever. I can take hecklers because in a way they’re giving feedback which is good (if you like people shouting ‘rubbish!’ at you). I’m talking about the potential make-up of the audience (and by that I mean its composition, not the lipstick it’s wearing). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I mean, imagine if the Federation of Mime Artists came to watch me. Definitely no verbal feedback from them. They might enjoy the show or they might not, I wouldn’t know; I don’t speak mime. They would be gesticulating away and I wouldn’t know if they were heckling me or if they were constipated. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Then we have the groups that would come to my comedy show by mistake. For example, a mix-up in dates could mean I’d have to entertain the Virginia Woolf Appreciation Society. Nothing wrong with that, except I don’t think they’d be on for an evening of laughter. In my opinion, Virginia Woolf admirers are fans of great writing but not great fans of comedy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> And let's not forget Trade Unionists; I wouldn’t want to see any of them in my audience. They’re dangerous because they organise strikes. And there’s no way I'm having a walkout at my stand-up.</span><br />
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Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-932186602864027302017-06-16T19:56:00.000-07:002017-06-16T19:56:10.756-07:00Moon Trek<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Childhood is confusing enough without American television and NASA combining to make it worse. That’s what they did to me, when, in the 1960s, they launched <i>Star Trek </i>and the Moon landings in the wrong order. I was little more than a toddler at the time, and having already seen the Enterprise, couldn’t understand all the fuss surrounding Apollo 11. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Let’s face it, comparing the Lunar Command Module and the Starship Enterprise is like equating a dinghy with a luxury liner. For example, the Lunar Module took three days to reach Earth’s nearest neighbour; Captain Kirk’s ship went so fast, its crew could stop an interplanetary war at the far end of the galaxy in one hour – or in even less time if there weren’t any adverts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> There was another let-down when the Module reached lunar orbit. Instead of beaming to the surface like Captain Kirk, the crew descended in something that looked like a robotic dog – which was called the ‘Eagle.’ See what I mean about being confused?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Neil Armstrong’s first words on the Moon were another disgrace. Instead of “…one small step for man”, he should have said: “Set phasers to stun.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I’m certainly not the only person to be confused by <i>Star Trek</i>. I’m sure there are some people who think Anton Chekhov was a navigator on the Starship Enterprise. And there must have been quite a few letters from all over the galaxy asking for paediatric advice from Mr Spock.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> One final point: Both <i>Star Trek</i> and the Moon landings should have cost much less. Captain Kirk could have gone where no man had gone before by staying at home, taking his ceiling down and walking over it. And the Apollo astronauts could also have stayed on Earth for all they did on the Moon – which was to take a few photos, play some golf and stagger around. They could have done the same things at a stag party in Magaluf. </span><br />
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<br />Moanaghan Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14613408840712829155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057155936994148839.post-8375198793370539242017-06-09T19:55:00.000-07:002017-06-09T19:55:49.352-07:00I Can't Figure Out Figurative Language<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You could say clichéd expressions drive me up the wall. But please don’t. These phrases demonstrate a lack of creativity on behalf of those who use them, don’t make sense, and very often should mean another thing entirely. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> For example, to have ‘a face like thunder’ is to appear angry. But think about it; a face can’t look like thunder because no one can see thunder. What the expression should really mean, therefore, is to have an invisible face. So how can you tell that that person is angry in the first place?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Some expressions, in addition to being stupid, require the user to make more effort. Take ‘keep your eyes peeled’, meaning ‘be alert’. The former has four words and syllables; the latter has two words and three syllables which are easier to say and write. And while I’m at it, why peel your eyes? Are your eyes bananas? By the way, I’m talking about bananas in the literal sense.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> From sight to sound, and ‘music to my ears’, which means hearing something that is pleasing. But music is subjective. The saying should be ‘my favourite music genre to my ears.’ Or simply, ‘it sounds good.’ Staying on a melodic theme and more daftness with ‘fit as a fiddle’. There’s nothing fit about a fiddle; I’ve never seen a violin run a marathon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Perhaps the most nonsensical of all is when you tell someone that they’ve 'got their head screwed on the right way' which ironically means that they’re sensible. This is a compliment that should only be given to a robot. The only non-mechanical being that that saying could apply to is Frankenstein’s monster. And it’s Dr Frankenstein who should really get the credit: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> “You sure screwed that fella’s head on the right way, Doc.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Finally, a penny for your thoughts on this (actually, I won’t pay you – although your opinion must be worth a lot more than a penny due to inflation): Why does time turn us into psychopaths? Think about the answer when you find yourself with time to kill.</span><br />
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