Ireland Wins The Grand Slam 24-15


Well Done To Our Boys In Green



15. Anthony Watson
14. Jonny May
13. Jonathan Joseph
12. Ben Te’o
11. Elliot Daly
10. Owen Farrell
9. Richard Wigglesworth

1. Mako Vunipola
2. Dylan Hartley (captain)
3. Kyle Sinckler
4. Maro Itoje
5. George Kruis
6. Chris Robshaw
7. James Haskell
8. Sam Simmonds


15. Rob Kearney
14. Keith Earls
13. Garry Ringrose
12. Bundee Aki
11. Jacob Stockdale
10. Johnny Sexton
9. Conor Murray

1. Cian Healy
2. Rory Best (captain)
3. Tadhg Furlong
4. James Ryan
5. Iain Henderson
6. Peter O’Mahony
7. Dan Leavy
8. CJ Stander

Joe Schmidt’s men marched into Twickenham and battered a wilting English side 24-15 on St.Patrick’s Day March 17th 2018.

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RTE Coverage:

Title: Grand Slam glory as Ireland dominate England in Twickenham

Producer: RTE Sport

Full Text & Source:

The Internet, Online, 17/3/2018

Sample Text:

Ireland produced yet another powerful performance to wrap up the Grand Slam with a comprehensive victory over England at Twickenham.

After four wins from four in the NatWest 6 Nations, Joe Schmidt’s men delivered just the country’s third clean sweep, adding to the glories of 1948 and 2009.

A battle royale was predicted ahead of kick off and so it developed.

Ireland, as is now their trademark, kept possession, piled on the pressure and were rewarded with first-half tries from Garry Ringrose, CJ Stander and Jacob Stockdale.

A Conor Murray penalty was their only score in the second half but it was enough as Eddie Jones’ men fell to their third defeat in a row but St Patrick’s Day belonged to the Irish.

Ireland had made just the one change, while England had seven new bodies in their line-up.


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St. Patrick’s Day By Derek Mahon

St.Patrick’s Day

No wise man ever wished to be younger.
— Swift

Down the long library each marble bust
shines unregarded through a shower of dust
where a grim ghost paces for exercise
in wet weather: nausea, gout, ‘some days
I hardly think it worth my time to rise’.
Not even the love of friends can quite appease
the vertigo, sore ears and inner voices;
deep-draughted rain clouds, a rock lost in space,
yahoos triumphant in the marketplace,
the isle is full of intolerable noises.
Go with the flow; no, going against the grain
he sits in his rocking chair with a migraine,
a light in the church all day till evensong,
the sort of day in which a man might hang.
No riding out to bubbling stream and weir,
to the moist meadow and white belvedere;
on tattling club and coffee house a pox,
a confederacy of dunces and mohocks —
scholars and saints be d-mn’d, slaves to a hard
reign and our own miniature self-regard.
We emerge from hibernation to ghetto-blasters
much better than our old Sony transistors,
consensual media, permanent celebration,
share options, electronic animation,
wave motion of site-specific daffodils,
closed-circuit video in the new hotels;
for Niamh and Oisín have come to earth once more
with blinding breastplate and tempestuous hair,
new festive orthodoxy and ironic icon,
their faces lit up like the Book of Kells.
Defrosting the goose-skin on Bridget’s daughters
spring sunlight sparkles among parking meters,
wizards on stilts, witches on circus bikes,
jokers and jugglers, twitching plastic snakes,
pop music of what happens, throbbing skies,
star wars, designer genes, sword sorceries.
We’ve no nostalgia for the patristic croziers,
fridges and tumble-dryers of former years,
rain-spattered cameras in O’Connell St.,
the sound mikes buffeted by wind and sleet —
but this is your birthday and I want to recall
a first-floor balcony under a shower of hail
where our own rowdy crowd stood to review
post-Christian gays cavorting up Fifth Avenue,
wise-cracking dialogue as quick and dry
as that in The Big Sleep or The Long Goodbye;
for we too had our season in Tír na nÓg,
a Sacred Heart girl and a Protestant rogue,
chill sunshine warming us to the very bone,
our whole existence one erogenous zone.
I could resign these structures and devices,
these fancy flourishes and funny voices
to a post-literate, audio-visual realm
of uncial fluorescence, song and film,
as curious symptoms of a weird transition
before we opted to be slaves of fashion —
for now, whatever the ancestral dream,
we give ourselves to a vast corporate scheme
where our true wit is devalued once again,
our solitude known only to the rain.
The one reality is the perpetual flow,
chaos of complex systems. Each generation
does what it must; middle age and misanthropy,
like famine and religion, make poor copy,
and even the present vanishes like snow
off a rope, frost off a ditch, ice in the sun —
so back to the desktop and the drawing board,
prismatic natural light, slow-moving cloud,
the waves far-thundering in a life of their own,
a young woman hitching a lift on a country road.



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Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona Dhuit – Happy St.Patrick’s Day


To the land of his master’s a shepherd boy came,

But to conquer their hearts not to seek for his fame,

And now his blessed name is known all the worldwide,

And the glory of Patrick is Ireland’s best pride.

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The Book of Kells

Title: The Book of Kells

Publisher: Ireland Of The Welcomes, Online

Full Text & Source:
Online, The Internet, 17/3/2018

Sample Text:
The Book of Kells, one of great treasures of medieval Europe, is an illuminated manuscript Gospel book in Latin, containing four Gospels of New Testament (Matthew, Mark, Luke and John) together with various prefatory texts and tables. It was created by Celtic monks some time around 800 AD. It is a masterwork of Western calligraphy, employing decoration that is not only extraordinarily rich and colorful but also, in places, deeply enigmatic. It is widely regarded as Ireland’s finest national treasure. The Book is on permanent display at Trinity College Library in Dublin. The library usually displays two of current four volumes at a time, one showing a major illustration and other showing typical text pages.

The manuscript contains four Gospels in Latin based on a Vulgate text, written on vellum (prepared calfskin), in a bold and expert version of script known as “insular majuscule”, referring to style of art produced in post-Roman history of Britain. The illustrations and ornamentation of Book of Kells surpass that of other Insular Gospel books in extravagance and complexity. The decoration combines traditional Christian iconography with ornate swirling motifs typical of Insular art. Figures of humans, animals and mythical beasts, together with Celtic knots and interlacing patterns in vibrant colors, enliven manuscript’s pages…….

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Great Resources For Kids – Care Advice For Your Pets

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With the advent of all the nature, zoo and vet programmes on TV we have all developed an interest into the secret live of animals. Here are a number of resources on the selection and care of domestic pets and interesting insights into wild animals.

BBC :Animal Hospital,Animal Park ….

Channel: 4 Animal Farm, Crufts,  Supervet, The Secret Life Of The Zoo, Vet On The Hill, Walks With My Dogs,


Free Online Resources For Animal Lovers:

Adopt A Pet:

About Animals:

Alternative Medicine For Animals:

Animal Facts & Pictures:

Animal Facts Encyclopedia :

Animals For Kids:


Animal Planet:

Ask A Vet Online:

Complementary and Alternative Medicine for Pets:

Dog Rescue:

Dublin Zoo: Animals And Habitats:

Information on Dog and Cat Selection and Care: (PAW)

OWLS School Programme:

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Pet care for kids: (cats, dogs and small pet care)

Pet Care For Kids By Pet Doctors:

Irish Therapy Dogs:

Irish Wildlife Trust:

ISPCA Rescue Pets:

ISPCA Cara Program: (Companionship To The Old) ❤ love this idea

Your Pet’s Symptoms: (PDSA)

Welcome to A-Z Of Animals:

Wild Animals Online:


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Happy Mother’s Day To All The Mums Out There




A Mothermom

A Mother is one who
understands the things
you say and do

Who always overlooks
your faults and sees the
best in you

A Mother is one whose
special love inspires you
day by day.

Who fills your heart with
gladnss in her warm
and thoughtful way.

A Mother is all these things
and more – the greatest
treasure known.

And the dearest Mother in
all of the world is the one I
call my own.


My Loving Mother

To the one who gave me life
I can give nothing but love
To the star so full of light
to the one sent from up above.

Thank you for the kindness
for everything you do
thank you for the happiness
thanks for seeing me through.I love you more than anything
I’ll love you to the end
you are my mother first
then my very best friend.It is unusual what we share
everything I do you know,
every beautiful quality
you have in you, I try to show.Not often enough do I tell you
how much you mean to me
Not often enough do I show you
how your love set me freeTo live forever and always
Is what I wish for you.
A long life ever-lasting
for one so sacred and trueYou are my special angel
who I always find comfort in
whether life is in a shambles
whether I lose or whether I winTo the one who gave me life,
I can give nothing but love
to the one who genuinely is,
sent from heaven above




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Happy International Women’s Day Fellow Women

“I’m proud of the woman I am because I went through a hell of a time becoming her.”

“I am your worst fear, I am your best fantasy.”

“Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.” Nora Ephron

“When a man gives his opinion, he’s a man. When a woman gives her opinion, she’s a bitch.” Bette Davis

“Behind every successful women is herself.”

“Just a girl who decided to go for it.”

“Every man I meet wants to protect me. I can’t figure out what from.” Mae West

One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.” Simone de Beauvoir

“Some women fear the fire, some women simply become it.”

“The most dangerous woman of all is the one who refuses to rely on your sword to save her because she carries her own.”

“A real women is… whatever the hell she wants to be.”

“Every man I meet wants to protect me. I can’t figure out what from.” Mae West

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