Don Booker Musings Blog Posts

Democrafarcy

After seventy long, wet and cold Irish days, Dail Eireann finally elected a new taoiseach yesterday. To consolidate the lunacy, the new taoiseach is also the old one, bright spark, Enda Kenny.   The accidental taoiseach became the first Fin...

Uisce Batty

I'm tapping this bedraggled - a bit like a Fine Gael and Labour follower in recent days I might suspect. Many stood on the crest of a wave just five-short years ago, toed the party lines, submissively whipped. Told it was all for the good of the coun...

Dictator

Yesterday saw another doss day for most of our newly elected representatives. In short, many voted for another eight days off as their first point of business. Then they tried to elect a leader for the country.First up, after some sycophantic ravings...

Panama Papers

Ireland Inc. remains under the stewardship of a caretaker.  Enda Kenny, the accidental taoiseach. As he tries to lure Independents with his stunning intellect and afford them the opportunity to support his continued stewardship - in a more offic...

Ghostly Hours

Lost an hour somewhere during the night. An hour we will not exist, in order to facilitate a brighter day and longer evening for the coming months. All fine, if the weather plays ball. It rarely does. Fear not, for in October, we take it back to faci...

Morbid Worlds

There's an American who has been mentioned once or twice around here in times begone. He went by the name of Hugh Everett with an III to go with it. A brilliant mind, his many-worlds intrepration of quantum physics  remains a player in the pursu...

Don Bookered. Parting FAQ.

So, it has been a while. Not long enough, I hear some say. In response to a 'Where's Don Booker gone?' question that's been asked in recent weeks, it's with regret I inform that the character has relieved himself of his duties and gone deeper into I...

Shocks

'What you think?' Gus asked as we stepped out of Linda's car. The cold morning stung like the government. Attempts to wean residue from my eyes only made matters worse. Before I could answer, I was off. One, two ............. seven.    'Bet...

Hurl

'Sit yourself down there and watch real men play sport,' I muttered to Gustav, a rare cultural superiority causing me, at an atomic level, to pulse. Slightly.    'Fastest game in the known universe,' I said as we sat down. Cheap beer. Orang...

50 Shades of Green

How often do you go to sleep and wake up feeling twice your age? I don't know what it was, but wave after wave of whatever it was slowly took any energy I did possess to places outside my person at the beginning of the week. I didn't feel particularl...

Womble Don

Eat, write and sleep. Write, sleep and eat. Odd menial chores. Sleep, eat and write. Bathroom breaks. Various lengths. Some tasks rhyme with write - others with behave. Others hiss. Weekly excursion - visit old folks home. Collect wages on way back.

The Bailout Job

Last Thursday night an expectant German nation watched as their football team took to the field in Warsaw to play Italy in the European Championship semi-final. Having rifled their way to the group of four with steely German precision, the country fe...

Constants

'You must give me €20,' he said, looking as if an invisible had a gun to the back of his head.    'Morning to you too, Gus,' I said, telling him to come in. I quickly closed the door over on the rain pissing venom on anything that dare e...

Trapped

I had a dream. It turned into a nightmare. An eight day one.     Ten years is a long time. Especially when one waits on something. Like participating on the world stage in one of soccer's premier competitions, the European Championshi...

Spanish Miracles

Rain rain. Go to Spain. Come back on Mammy's washing day. There are many variations to that little nursery rhyme. That's the one we used back in the day. Chests leaning against the back of the sofa. Football in between leaving an imprint, like a gi...

Knights of the Green Brigade

There she was. Surfing the horizon. Going down - causing the skies on the east coast of Ireland to ponder colour. Cruising I was, a commercial success - implanted hair flying everywhere. Doing 35. An old Bentley. Soft-Top. Down. Sitting six inches fr...

Chapters

I think the only reason I voted today was for the gateway to continue to comment about Ireland. Not that anyone reads them much, but if I didn't 'do the duty,' well, maybe in some eyes, it renders those comments useless. Unfortunately, it seems th...

Patriotic Scoundrels

'Patriotism really is the last refuge of the scoundrel.' I came across this comment yesterday when I was out accessing the world - via the Internet, of course. I do that daily. Fill myself in on the woes. In times past it's really got to me. All tha...

Wizard of Waffle

The sun came and conquered - and it's due to stay until the weekend. I'm as brown as bog water. I used to listen as the Irish complained whenever it got too hot. Those rare occasions, about once a year.    'It's awful warm, isn't it?' they'...

Dave

Summer is here. Well, sort of. It's behind those clouds somewhere and it's threatening like a Fine Gael minister to burst through at any minute. I can feel it. The attic is warm. For a change. It broke out yesterday. I'd barely time to change into mo...
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