Thursday, June 16, 2011

Cliffs of Moher (by jeroenf)

My father worked with a horse-plough,
His shoulders globed like a full sail strung
Between the shafts and the furrow.
The horse strained at his clicking tongue.

An expert. He would set the wing
And fit the bright steel-pointed sock.
The sod rolled over without breaking.
At the headrig, with a single pluck

Of reins, the sweating team turned round
And back into the land. His eye
Narrowed and angled at the ground,
Mapping the furrow exactly.

I stumbled in his hob-nailed wake,
Fell sometimes on the polished sod;
Sometimes he rode me on his back
Dipping and rising to his plod.

I wanted to grow up and plough,
To close one eye, stiffen my arm.
All I ever did was follow
In his broad shadow round the farm.

I was a nuisance, tripping, falling,
Yapping always. But today
It is my father who keeps stumbling
Behind me, and will not go away.

Seamus Heaney

This is me and the rest of my team (Ace Consultancy) at the Irish Final for the CIMA Global Business Challenge. Don’t we look all professional and junk???

#Ireland (Taken with instagram)

“The current sticking point is how to engage private investors in the next stage of rescuing Greece. European Central Bank authorities, including President Jean-Claude Trichet, have pushed back against German plans to lengthen the maturity of Greek bonds, leaving open only the option to persuade bondholders to voluntarily reinvest the proceeds of maturing debt into new securities.”



The bondholders have basically zero incentive to accept the longer payment schedule, because they all have billions of dollars of credit default swaps on Greece and Ireland and Portugal (and Spain and Italy and Belgium) anyway. These are insurance contracts that will pay out if those governments go into default. There is 

Seriously why would anyone ever trust banks to act in the long-term interest of society? The reason that we need institutions like the European Central Bank is that the banks will actively and vigourously eff over economic stability in order to quickly maximize profits. Seriously it is time to lay down some smash, force the banks to accept longer maturity (what are they going to do about it?) and give the Greek government some vague chance of ever feasibly paying down its debt and returning to stability and normalcy without triggering a chain of defaults and bank failures across Europe.

Seriously, do not make me come over there.

Enter Shikari have are set to embark on a UK/Ireland headlining tour later this year. Support will come from Your Demise and letlive.

05 Norwich UEA
06 Oxford O2 Academy
07 Manchester Ritz
08 Liverpool O2 Academy
10 Dublin Academy
11 Belfast Mandela Hall
13 Glasgow Barrowlands
14 Newcastle O2 Academy
15 Birmingham O2 Academy
16 Sheffield O2 Academy
18 Bristol O2 Academy
19 London Electric Ballroom
20 London Electric Ballroom
22 Portsmouth Pyramids
24 Cardiff Coal Exchange
25 Nottingham Rock City

Somebody needs to look up the definition of country in a dictionary…

bahahaha gurl’s thinkin of Scotland(which is a country but it’s not independent)

  • Twinkling brightly in a sea of lights, this is Britain as you’ve never seen her before.

    An astronaut orbiting 230miles above Earth aboard the International Space Station (ISS) took advantage of a clear night in the skies to snap this incredible photo. 

    The sprawling metropolises of London, Birmingham, Manchester, Newcastle and Glasgow are revealed in a dazzling spread of yellow light.


His warped figure stands on the other side of my wall
As he begins to speak in his thick Galway drawl.
Words missing consonants, a mouth missing teeth,
Vowel sounds blurring with heavy breath.

The lines of his face are engrained with dirt and faith.
 They criss-cross round the mouth like compass marks,
And he squints in the sun as he wheezes a cough
That craves a kick of nicotine.

Over his dry peeling head, on another mound of land
I see a lad, maybe twenty years his younger,
Shovelling sand into the mixer; arms bulging, feet firm,
His back swivelling effortlessly, his head a factory of sweat.

And below his low hairline, the forehead meets a nose –
Roman in shape, a silhouette of the man at my wall.
And looking again, can see, from the tendons of the neck
To the sockets of the eye, the likeness of the craniums –

The fondness of the two.

Fred Yeast

Cliffs of Moher (by jeroenf)

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