Showing posts from March, 2012

Running for Mary’s Meals!


Your life might be saved by a Catholic doctor

Trust in doctors has been shaken recently because of a sting operation by the Daily Telegraph. Recorded footage shows doctors who were willing to hastily sign abortion papers for pregnant women who wanted abortions because the baby was a girl.  The general public is starting to ask if these are just isolated examples or if this has become the norm. The investigation also throws into sharp relief the modern clinical setting where many Catholic medical professionals train and work. Do Catholic med students have to compromise their ethics and perhaps even absorb the culture of arranging illicit abortions?
Over the past few months, I have interviewed Catholic med students and newly qualified doctors about their non-academic trials.
Richard is in his 30s and is a final-year med student at University College London.
He says that he benefitted from going into medicine a little later than teenagers and twenty-somethings: “I was more mature in my faith, had a better understanding of the Chur…

Kate Middleton shone wearing a gold Cartier shamrock

On St Patrick’s Day, Kate Middleton carried out her first unaccompanied military engagement when she visited the Irish guards on St Patrick’s Day. She gave sprays of shamrocks to the guards and even placed a shamrock on the collar of the Regimental mascot, an Irish wolfhound called, ‘Clonmell’*.  
Her coat-dress was a deep mossy green that was cinched in at the waist with a black patent belt. The outfit was topped off by a dark brown pillbox hat. The only glimmering object of adornment was the gold shamrock. Courtesy of Hello, I learned that her gold shamrock is from Cartier. In the same way jewellers place gold jewellery on black velvet so that they stand out, so too did Kate’s dark colour scheme of green and brown allow the shamrock to glimmer.  Kate’s outfit performed two functions simultaneously; it allowed the chief symbol of the day to take centre stage and it made her look like a sophisticated, in-control modern royal.   I’ve read that three of the guards fainted when she was the…

The Celtic Tiger may be dead, but the cubs roam the world, and will leave a very different legacy to the older generations of Irish

I left Ireland nearly three years ago and settled in central London, where I’m surrounded by familiar Irish faces, some who grew up with me in Cork. Young people are once again Ireland’s biggest export. Australia and Canada are the top destinations. But England, Ireland’s nearest neighbour and one-time-foe, is getting its share of Irish immigrants. In 2011, there was a fifty-six percent rise in the number of Irish people seeking UK national insurance numbers. Queuing up in Camden town for an insurance number is worth it; the number allows you to draw an income and be part of the tax system.

The Celtic Tiger breed isn’t extinct – it’s just moved to places like Sydney and Notting Hill. Here in London, the young Celtic Tiger cubs work in English banks, in financial services, in PR and in law practices. They are Coco Chanel perfumed, well-heeled twenty-somethings who go to the same nightclubs in Marble Arch that Prince Harry frequents. They shop for rings in Harrods and buy shirts in Harv…

The speakers in favour of immigration lost the Spectator debate because they didn’t answer the gritty questions about such heart-wrenching afflictions like gender mutilation

Last night I went to a debate hosted by The Spectator; ‘Immigration; enough is enough’.   As I’m an Irish immigrant, I wanted the debate to convince me that mass immigration is good for Britain. The auditorium in the National Geographic Society building was filled with about 350 people. The contentiousness of the topic showed; in the audience there were lots of furrowed brows and tensely crossed arms. Proposing that immigration should be restrained was Frank Field MP. He was sincere that immigrants make a very valuable contribution and that he had married an immigrant from Brazil. He made it clear that he wasn’t anti-immigration, but that he didn’t think ‘the current scale of immigration’ was sustainable. He also pointed out that as a politician who wanted to lessen immigration; he had found it difficult to be a member of the Labour party. Jenni Russell of The Evening Standard was in favour of high immigration and gave a very entertaining speech. She opened with an anecdote about how sh…

The Muppets: Danny Boy

Competition: who can recognise which muppet is using a Cork accent? Prize:  you can stop listening to The Muppets' droning.

"Some bold one you are! Who gave you leave to be kissing me?!"

Forgive the poor quality of this video and the fact that the audio comes in late and isn't quite in time with the scenes. I post it for the benefit of everyone who doesn't own The Quiet Man on DVD or didn't catch it on TV. 
There are better clips available, but embedding has been disabled. One such clip is 'the part in Irish' where Mary-Kate tells the priest that 'last night my husband did not sleep with me, but in a sleeping bag! Yes, a sleeping bag...with buttons!....Is it a sin?' To which the priest replies; "Ireland may be a poor country, but here a married man sleeps in a bed and not a bag!"
Hope you are all enjoying St Patrick's feast festivities.

"There'll be no locks or bolts between us Mary-Kate, except those in your mercenary little heart!"

To all my readers; have a wonderful St Patrick's Day!

Cooking and Eating an Irish Flag

First the ingredients! Eggs, rice and broccoli are the essentials. Only the yummiest eggs for St Patrick's day; from Columbian blacktail hens.

While ordinary white rice and broccoli are boiling, mix two eggs. In a separate bowl, separate two eggs. Put the two yolks into the two eggs that are already mixed. Don't be scrupolous about the exta yolks, it's probably a sin to save on the cholesterol during this great feast. With a whisk or a fork, beat the eggs and the two yolks. Observe nice frothy, goldy bubbles on the top.

Heat a medium sized frying pan with olive oil. Pour the mixed eggs onto the pan. Turn down the heat - the flag has no brown streaks.

The redhead shattering Belgium's taboo

Katy Robinson may only be 22, but she is one of our more self-sacrificing and pioneering pro-life activists. She was born in Oxford to an Irish dad and an English mum and is the eldest of six children. She has Celtic good looks and is living up to the reputation that redheads have for being determined. Having done pro-life work in Ireland for three and a half years, she was invited to Brussels to spearhead and run Génération Pour La Vie. This is the first pro-life group of its kind in Belgium.
Since September 2011, Katy and her group of young collaborators have been taking to the streets of Brussels with display tables and huge posters of growing babies in the womb. They have the full support of the police to set up their exhibitions on the main thoroughfare. There, they hand out leaflets and engage in hot-topic conversations about abortion with the passers-by, the locals and the tourists. 
What makes Katy’s undertaking so revolutionary is that, as she puts it, “before we came, no on…