Of course my surname, Turley, which I acquired from the good Mr T is Irish. However, my maiden name is perhaps even more commonly known as Irish. Have a guess! Here's a clue; pick a fight with a Jack and then make peace with him and you'll get the answer. A prize of a Mrs T culinary delight, personally cooked, for the first person to guess correctly. Or if that is unappealing (though I'm sure all would be delighted at the thought of such a scrumptious meal) I will write a post on any subject matter of your choice! Wow, that's got to be a quality prize!
Well, since it's St Patrick's Day I feel we should have something with an Irish flavour so I've opted for the lovely Ronan Keating and Life is a Rollercoaster. Of course, Irish history has been a rollercoaster for centuaries but since the ceasefire and devolution life has changed so much for the better both in Ireland and England. I lived and worked in London when the IRA were active and it wasn't pleasant to live under the constant threat of terrorism. I know too that my parents, as well known Catholics in our area (living in England), contemplated changing over family surname back in the 1970s when The Troubles were rife. I'm glad that they didn't though because I am as proud of my Irish inheritance as I am of my English, Welsh and Scottish inheritance. I consider myself truly "British" and to that extent I have never understood the extreme passions of a few when so much of histories are inextricably entwined. I believe it is better to live for the future and not for the past.
In Ireland last summer, I saw for myself how much investment and optimism is changing Ireland for the better; there are new buildings, roads and the hospitality is welcoming. I only hope that the 3 brutal murders in Ireland last week which have been universally condemned will not halt the progress of peace. No one with a heart wants to live under the threat of renewed terrorism, especially in this era of more challenging global concerns. There is only one way forward and that is the road of peace, prosperity and harmony - where the only screams we hear are the ones of a theme park rollercoaster and not the rollercoaster of emotions resulting from shattered lives and broken promises.
I'm not quite sure from whom I inherited my sense of humor but one night when I was little I woke up and saw a little leprechaun sitting on the end of my bed. I pulled up my bed clothes and peered over the top at this curious creature with pointed ears, nose and a silly green hat and as he spoke my tongue began to feel distinctly strange and words began to bubble in my throat..
" My Dear Miss Jane...me boss Mister Patrick has sent me over 'ere on a very special mission. Now if you could just kiss this stone all will be revealed......."
And so began my life of blathering idiocy.
And the only reason I never found the Blarney stone last summer was because it's propping open my kitchen door.......
Coming next; Chocolate Wars; Mrs T Strikes Back.