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“So, there I was – all out of fuel, bombs, altitude AND ideas…”

The quote in the title of this post is shamelessly stolen from an old boyfriend of mine, who used it whenever he had no explanation for something.  It was usually accompanied by a boyishly charming shrug of the shoulders, and of course all would be forgiven. Now, granted, he was a tres’ dashing Navy A-6…

Sláinte Mhaith

(Ohhhh, it’s about that time again! Grab your green and your Guinness because from today till Wednesday we’ll be all “Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig oraibh!” and “Michael Collins was a feckin’ SAINT, I tell you!” up in here…starting with this post from St. Pat’s Day 2009 on my other blog, Vacuity …) ———————————————————————— So, I’m…