• Animal Mother drinks Barry Crockett

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    Adam Baldwin – Animal Mother from Full Metal Jacket and no friend of the LGBT movement – endorses Barry Crockett Legacy. Basically no point to this post at all, so apologies to my reader.

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  • Horse outside

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    On Washington Street heading towards (Country &) Western Road today.

  • It was [the early 1990s] and by extraordinary coincidence Ben Dunne and his golfing friends were in the Grand Hyatt Cypress in Orlando in Florida as were 30 or 40 U2 crew and the band. They were all in the same hotel and we were rehearsing in the arena nearby for what was the ZooTV tour and I was still in Dublin… And I got a call from Bono and he said ‘tell me something, he says, aren’t the Dunnes in jail?’ (He was referring to a number of well-known Dublin drug dealers, also named Dunne). I said: ‘Yeah, I think they are because I heard that the guards had a big party to celebrate them being locked up’ and he said ‘well I’m not sure about that – I think there’s one of them here’ and I said ‘what do you mean?’ He said, well at four or five o’clock this morning, there was an almighty row in the room next to mine and the cops came and there was a SWAT team and there was this Irish bloke in his underpants and he was threatening to jump [from the building] which was 18 storeys high and there was hookers and cocaine and they thought it was one of us – they thought he was one of our crew. One of our crew was asked: ‘who is this guy?’ and he, I think, succeeded in telling them that we wouldn’t employ anyone like that! So I said, ‘so what happened Bono?’ And Bono replied ‘well they took him away’. And I said ‘oh’ and he added: ‘After a while everything calmed down but I don’t know what happened. Who do you think he was because he was definitely Irish he had a Dublin accent?’ By coincidence I was having a drink in the Shelbourne at the time with two of my friends, one of them Sam Smyth, the investigative reporter, and the other one was PJ Mara… so I told them what Bono had said to me and I said: ‘I wonder who it was?’ and then PJ said ‘mind you, unless it was Benny?’

    Paul McGuinness, talking about how U2 witnessed Ben Dunne’s ‘incident’…and how he is mates with PJ Mara.

  • Perhaps you believe you’re pretty still, some perfumed sultry wench.

    A line from a song penned by Rolf Harris aimed at his victims, some of whom were just eight years old when he abused them. In the song, he accuses the victims of being after his money, writing: “Come and join the feeding frenzy, girls.”

  • More shots of the Green Spot I brought up Galtymore yesterday. Mountains be changeable, yo.

  • Malt sleazers

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    Truth in advertising – as present now as it was in 1905.

    Here is some of the mass of total nonsense text that accompanied this advert:

    “ ‘I will be one hundred and six years old,’ writes Mrs. Tigue, ‘on the fifteenth of March, and really I don’t feel like I am a day over sixty, thanks to Duffy’s Pure Malt Whiskey. Friends say I look younger and stronger than I did 30 years ago. I have always enjoyed health and been able to eat and sleep well, though I have been a hard worker. Even now I wait on myself and am busy on a pretty piece of fancy work. My sight is so good I don’t even use glasses. Am still blest with all my faculties. The real secret of my great age, health, vigor and content is the fact that for many years I have taken regularly a little Duffy’s Pure Malt Whiskey, and it has been my only medicine. It’s wonderful how quickly it revives and keeps up one’s strength and spirits. I am certain I’d have died long ago had it not been for my faithful old friend ‘Duffy’s.’
    “The sincere and grateful tribute of Mrs. Tigue to the invigorating and life-prolonging powers of Duffy’s Pure Malt Whiskey is one of the most remarkable and convincing on record. She sews, reads and is dependent upon no one for the little services and attentions of old age. Mrs. Tigue’s memory is perfect, and her eyes sparkle with interest as she quaintly recalls events that have gone down into history of the past hundred years. Instead of pining, as many women half her age, she is firm in the belief that with the comforting and strengthening assistance of Duffy’s Pure Malt Whiskey she will live another quarter of a century.”
    If you wish to keep young, active and vigorous, and have on your cheeks the roses of health, and retain full possession of your mental powers, you must take Duffy’s Pure Malt Whiskey regularly as directed and avoid drugs of all kinds. It nourishes the vitality no matter how weak or feeble it may have become; feeds and enriches the blood, and stimulates the circulation, giving health and power to body, brain, nerve and muscle.
    The absolute purity of Duffy’s Pure Malt whiskey is attested by the fact that thousands of doctors and hospitals use it exclusively, and that it’s the only whiskey recognized by the Government as a medicine. It contains no fusel oil.
    CAUTION. — When you ask for Duffy’s Pure Malt Whiskey be sure you get the genuine. Sold by reliable druggists and grocers everywhere in sealed bottles only, never in flask or bulk. Look for the trade-mark, the “Old Chemist,” on the label, and be sure the seal over the cork is not broken. $1.00 a bottle.
    Medical booklet with testimonials and doctor’s advice free. Duffy Malt Whiskey Company, Rochester, N.Y.
    Obviously, this was garbage, especially the testimonial, which prompted this angry letter from the Mayo woman’s son:
    “I am the son of Mrs. Nancy Tigue, who is now an inmate of the St. Anthony’s Home, and I am 58 years old. My mother is one hundred and five years old, was born in Ireland. Our home is, or was, 413 S. 1st St., Lafayette. Mother is almost blind, and she has been cared for by the Sisters about four years – one year at the Old People’s Home. My mother never drank any intoxicating drinks at all. She does not know what Duffy’s Malt Whiskey is. She was imposed on in order to obtain the advertisement of Duffy’s Malt Whiskey, being nearly blind was influenced to sign a false affidavit by Duffy’s solicitor, which was published without our knowledge or consent.
    Signed,
    Michael G. Tigue
    Also:
    How did a testimonial attributed to Mrs. Tigue end up in a Duffy’s ad? According to the AMA’s 1905 report:
    “About a year ago a young man from Indianapolis, a newspaperman, got off the train here one morning and called on Mr. Mike Tigue, and asked for a testimonial. Mr. Tigue gave him permission to see his mother, but refused the testimonial. The enterprising young man hired a horse and buggy from a livery stable, and taking Mr. Oscar Campbell, notary, Lafayette, drove out to the Old People’s Home, about two miles, and saw the old lady, led her to think that her son Michael had sent them, that he wished her to sign the testimonial, which she did by making her mark, and without having a clear idea of the contents of her statement, and without having any idea at all of what use was to be made of it.”
    As for the ‘Duffy’s’ –
    Duffy’s Malt Whiskey, first marketed in 1886 as the “greatest known heart tonic,” prospered for decades on the strength of its false medical claims and forged endorsements. But the rise of the temperance movement, passage of the Pure Food and Drug Act of 1906, increased government scrutiny on the patent medicine industry and, eventually, Prohibition, spelled the concoction’s doom. The makers went out of business in 1926.
    Nancy Tigue died at age 107 on June 24, 1906, little more than a year after her image appeared in American newspapers. You can read her full obituary here.
  • Thank fuck for paywalls

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    Phew. Close one. If you want to read more, see this evisceration of the poor chap.

  • Letters to da editor

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    Much to celebrate on that front page, but my personal favourite is the editor’s email. It’s the freesheet of record, you know.

  • I knew he was a historical figure of some kind. And I knew my father had only met him twice and didn’t like him. She really liked him, of course. My mother never made any secret of the fact that a) he was a friend, and b) she liked him.

    F1 mogul and NoTW victim Max Mosely talking about Hitler, obviously.

  • Bob Mitchum’s bar tab for Ryan’s Daughter

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    David Lean’s beautiful epic was shot on the Dingle Peninsula in the late Sixties, pumping huge sums into the area. Notorious bon vivant Bob Mitchum did his part for the local economy too, setting up a tab at Ashe’s in the village centre – the record of that tab still exists, and I got to see it during the week.

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    Sadly, when filming was over they levelled the village they built as part of the set, thus robbing the area of a massive tourism draw. You can visit the remnants of it, but unless you know what you’re looking for you won’t find it. You can read loads more about the film and its impact on the region here.

    Factoid: The family who own Ashe’s are related to Gregory Peck, and there are photos in the bar of him visiting.