Anthony McG

This was taken when I was in Prague. We went to find a place to eat one afternoon and happened upon a place which had, as you can see above, a cat on the menu. Thankfully they didn’t actually serve felines but instead more traditional meats. Lovely place to eat actually.

Update: It’s back on the interwebs after being pulled last month. For your viewing pleasure through the link above.

Empire has it. I really, really wanna see this film now. The idea of an animated film without dialogue for much of the running time intrigues me no end.

Earlier this week, Eoghan Mc Cabe posted an entry entitled “Worst Government Sites in Ireland” on his new blog. Unfortunately the web site I work on, dublin.ie, was top of the list. We had been making use of Google’s Adsense program to drive additional revenue during a slump in funding and Eoghan wondered why we were doing that. I sought permission from the office to get back to him as it’s my aim to be as open as possible with the work we do on the site. We’ve since removed the ads and revised the tagline which indicates where our funding comes from.

Really digging this track. (Hat tip to Jim Carroll)

Fifty years on, United remembers.

One cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany,
Eight great football stalwarts conceded victory,
Eight men will never play again, who met destruction there,
The Flowers of English football, the Flowers of Manchester.

Matt Busby’s boys were flying, returning from Belgrade,
This great United family, all masters of their trade.
The pilot of the aircraft, the skipper Captian Thain,
Three times they tried to take off and twice turned back again.

The third time down the runway, disaster followed close,
There was slush upon that runway and the aircraft never rose.
It ploughed into the marshy ground, it broke, it overturned,
And eight of that team were killed when the blazing wreckage burned.

Roger Byrne and Tommy Taylor who were capped for England’s side,
And Ireland’s Billy Whelan and England’s Geoff Bent died.
Mark Jones and Eddie Colman and David Pegg also,
They all lost their lives as it ploughed on through the snow.

Big Duncan, he went too, with an injury to his brain,
And Ireland’s brave Jack Blanchflower will never play again.
The great Matt Busby lay there, the father of this team,
Three long months passed by before he saw his team again.

The trainer, coach and secretary and a member of the crew,
Eight great sporting journalists who with United flew,
And one of them was Big Swifty who we will ne’er forget,
The finest English keeper that ever graced a net.

Oh England’s finest football team it’s record truly great,
It’s proud successes mocked by a cruel turn of fate,
Eight men will never play again, who met destruction there,
The Flowers of English Football, the Flowers of Manchester.