Friday, March 19, 2004
After much deliberation I've decided to keep my ticket and fly to Madrid. I was a bit reluctant after the bomb, but D my friend over there assured me that the situation is ok and Madrid is not New York post 911. I got the feeling that the citizens of Madrid want life to get back to normal as quickly as possible. But I still feel guilty.
I notice on his blog that Salem Pax has won a bloggy award. After reading his collected posts in the form of The Baghdad Blog I became inspired and started a blog of my own. One more congrats and thank you to Salem Pax on winning his Bloggy.
I notice on his blog that Salem Pax has won a bloggy award. After reading his collected posts in the form of The Baghdad Blog I became inspired and started a blog of my own. One more congrats and thank you to Salem Pax on winning his Bloggy.
Thursday, March 18, 2004
Did anyone spot the typos in todays edition of the Irish Independent? Page 16 had the same picture published twice.
On page 18 under the heading of The Mahon Tribunal, we had three pictures of the Saint Patrick's Day parade, one of which was again published twice. Just who is the editor of this paper? Bad very bad!
On page 18 under the heading of The Mahon Tribunal, we had three pictures of the Saint Patrick's Day parade, one of which was again published twice. Just who is the editor of this paper? Bad very bad!
Thursday, March 11, 2004
I was on the way into work this morning when someone called me on my mobile. "There's been several bomb explosions in Madrid", they said. My immediate thought was "No. How's D?" I tried phoning him but nothing. I sent messages nothing. D had just gone to Madrid to start a new life with his girlfriend. We thought the same and rather strangely looked alike. We are the greatest of friends. People often mistake us for brothers.
I phoned again. Nothing. More text messages. Nothing. I put D on speed- dial and call again. An answer. "I'm ok" D said "Thanks for the call". Police cars and ambulance klaxons scream through Madrid, he tells me. There’s utter mayhem on the streets and in the train stations. Chaos in the Spanish capital.
D tells me he’s fine. My friend is ok. He's alive. Unharmed. My relief is there for all to see.
I phoned again. Nothing. More text messages. Nothing. I put D on speed- dial and call again. An answer. "I'm ok" D said "Thanks for the call". Police cars and ambulance klaxons scream through Madrid, he tells me. There’s utter mayhem on the streets and in the train stations. Chaos in the Spanish capital.
D tells me he’s fine. My friend is ok. He's alive. Unharmed. My relief is there for all to see.
Monday, March 08, 2004
I was biting my fingernails last night in anticipation of listening to Tom Gilmartin giving his evidence to the tribunal. Could our glorious Taoiseach be in trouble? I had planned to write something stinging then I read what Maisey posted on Saturday. Some messsages are more important than sarcastic commentary.
