Richard and Action Man would like to wish you all peace and joy. May you be well, may you be free from suffering and the causes of suffering, may you be happy and have the means for happiness, may you live with ease.
Cork is one of the most beautifully decorated cities that I know. They really go for it with their Christmas decorations.
Action Man and I took a walk this morning so that we could enjoy the lights.
Some of the shop window displays are truly wonderful.
Humph – there’s three wars for me to chat about today; The Wars of Ireland; The Wars of the churches control over the people; My war with Richard. Let’s start with that muppet Richard.
Who on earth wakes up at 3.30 am and repeatedly asks “Action Man, Action Man, are you awake?”. What’s a guy supposed to say? Do I stay quiet and hope he gives up and goes back to sleep? Or do I say “STFU!!! I was sleeping until you woke me you Bassa”.
I tried the first but had to resort to the second. In the end I was so cross I jumped on his bed and kicked his little to, right on the corn. Ha, that’s gotta hurt.
I bet it doesn’t hurt as much as fighting for the independence for your country though.
The Irish have had to fight for independence for their Country throughout the centuries. Why did the British have to dominate every country that they could? The political bollox of Brexit has re-ignited the war, particularly over the border. The backstop could potentially force the North into closer ties with the South, and weaker ties with the rest of the UK. It doesn’t sound like a big deal, but Ireland, both Northern and the Republic, has had enough violence, bloodshed and generational trauma. Here’s to the memory of those who lost their lives in the battle for independence.
The Church is fighting a losing battle as well. There is a generational divide between those who still have faith in the Church and those who feel depleted and disillusioned by generations of control, abuse of power and abuse. Morning worship reflects the divide.
The difficulty is that the Church professes to represent God, so when people lose their faith in the church, they often lose their faith in God. That’s what happens when a religion is all-powerful, especially when it preaches hell and damnation. What happens internally when you can’t believe in the Church and you believe you’re damned to hell? The loss of direction can make life incredibly challenging.
Enough of the heavy shite. I got to sit with the Virgin Mary. Ain’t I the lucky one.
Holy Trinity Russian Orthodox Parish
It was really peaceful in the church. Not sure that Richard should have been taking photos during morning worship, but that’s nothing compared to what the crazy bugger did next. He only walks around town asking strangers if he could take their photographs for his next assignment. Only one person said yes. It’s a bit different from back home where the majority say yes. I’m not sure if this was a city thing, perhaps people are more cautious in cities? I dunno, I was too embarrassed, so I hid in the rucksack.
We walked down St Patrick’s Street to Father Matthews Statue.
Bit gutted really. What’s the point of me writing a travel blog if you can barely see me? Does Richard not know who I am? Humph.
It’s quite ironic that Father Theobold Matthew was a founding member of the Total Abstinence Society. After a few short years he was able to demonstrate that Abstinance reduced crime in the city, and there’s me thinking that abstinence is a crime. Shows how twisted my alcoholic thinking is.
Before Richard finished his Christmas shopping, we went for a walk and found some people who were more my size. I’m not sure what country their national dress is from though.
As for Christmas shopping; the first rule of Christmas shopping is you don’t talk about Christmas shopping. Nuff said. Night night.
… you can’t take the army out of Action Man.
Richard has taken it easy today. He’s wanted to rest a bit. He doesn’t fancy running around like a tourist at the moment, but that’s no excuse to not have fun.
So I thought I’d check out the terrain, and create my own party atmosphere. Just coz it’s a sober Christmas doesn’t mean I can’t let my hair down. Not that these Forces hair cuts leave you with much hair.
If there’s been a wall to climb then I’ve climbed it, the opportunity to hang around, well, it goes without saying.
I just had to take the opportunity to get as much exercise in as I can. I didn’t realise I still had it in me to do this stuff. Not much of a travel Blog, but I can only present what the day brought to me. I’ve been hanging around by the front door just incase, maybe we’ll get out tomorrow.
Until then I’ll keep being my angelic self. Watch out Cork, here comes Action Man.
It’s been a long day, but a good day. It helped that Richard was relaxed. He didn’t have much anxiety, which meant I didn’t have much stress to cope with. Maybe it’s dealing with his stress that turned me to drink, just saying!
Consequently I’ve got little to say. Richard behaved himself, the trains were on time, Richard was relaxed with flying, and we made sure we re-charged when either of us needed too.
So much for John Lennon Airport! I mean I do appreciate that John Lennon wasn’t able to be there, but what about the rest of the Beatles? One of them could have shown up! Still, nice gesture in naming the airport after the best Beatle.
I know I overstep the mark with my opinions, and I know he’s doing is best, to be honest he’s doing grand and I’m proud of him, but what’s this book about hey?
I’ve said to him “if you’re hungry then eat, if you’re not hungry then eat.” think he just needs to eat and keep him. Still he is at least gaining weight, healthy and he’s happy as well. Maybe I should keep me damn trap shut eh?
Oh well, at least I can’t be offensive when I’m sleeping. Glad to be back with N and L, glad to be back in Cork. Ha – let’s keep the Cork in the bottle hey, 9ne is to many and a thousand never enough. Good night
Somewhere that I will have to go back to. I spent a few hours at the castle and the 60 acre estate, but as a photographer, taking my time to find the things that interest me, I hardly explored any of the grounds. However, here are my top ten, starting with my favourite. Oh and before you ask, no I did not kiss the Blarney Stone, just a wee bit to scary for me.
For information about Blarney Castle please visit https://blarneycastle.ie
Two slightly different photos taken from Cobh that include Haulbowline Island, Spike Island, Ringaskiddy, Corkbeg Island and Rams Head.
St Colman’s Cathedral
Cobh Museum – Scots Church
Annie Moore Statue
Titanic Anniversay Memorial – Cobh Station