Thoda Bweath aka Soda Bread

I’ve been promising for days now and finally got round to making it today.

I have Paul Hollywood’s book and love it.

Today we doubled all the ingredients to make a HUGE loaf.

Thoda Bweath?

Youngest and I couldn’t wait to taste so we ate some – straight out of the oven.

Ouch. Burn. Stupids :o)

P.S. I use semi-skilled milk (yup!) with a splash/dash of lemon juice to sour it….much like buttermilk.

P.P.S. The Irish say that you cut the cross in the top to bless it and prick all four quarters to let the fairies out. How wonderfully Christian/Pagan !

Ulster Fry

We watched this this morning and I learned something new!

Katina eats an Ulster Fry….a big one. Yeah. Whooopppeee. It makes her famous.

Way back in the day when eldest was 18 months old and we lived in Ulster and Himself was in charge of the G.O.C’s protection team, working a 20 hour day……..me and the little ‘un used to go exploring.

OMG. Nobody told me at the time that taking the train from Lisburn to Belfast for a jolly day out was #banned by a “wife of.”

Me and my baby son did it regularly.

He’s just had a truly explosive moment about my life without him in Ulster. YOU DID WHAT?

Baby and I loved it. But in those days an Ulster Fry was sausage, bacon, eggs, beans in a separate bowl (NEVER on the plate) and soda bread.

The NI peeps have strange customs. NEVER had a waste bin in the house. Kitchen bin always outside the back door. Didn’t display knick-knacks in house. Never tainted a meal with baked bean juice. Loved the colour ORANGE (check that out???)

I loved Belfast. The people were great. The city is awesome………….oops :o)

Note to Self : Buy some Bicarb of soda to make soda bread next week.

No Longer a Niche Hobby – TRUTH TALK

Graham Lineham is an amazing writer. He brought us the unforgettable and totally irreverent FATHER TED TV series.

As soon as this turned up, I tuned in. Jeebuth. I never knew exactly how much damage his “talking out” about this subject had done to him personally.

Neil Oliver has also been a favourite of mine for decades. I’ll post his video from this channel later.

THESE are the people with voices.

Stop piffling on about bricks and flat and giants and melted and whatever the next go-to topic will be in that particular communtiy.

Years ago, my phantom hater (of many names) and her partner were TOLD by me to STFU with their own personal but extremely public yt bitching because there was a whole world out here that needed healing. BTW – I’m still #banned from that channel….which is ok because it no longer exists in MY world :o)

The Long Good Friday

The timing wasn’t the best. He’d watched it years before and there was I recovering from the birth of first born, we were a couple of weeks away from going back to a country we’d both served in as “the enemy” and this was the evening film.

I love Ulster. Even after working the borders, expecting the “baddies” at every turn. The Irish are wonderful peeps.

Plus Bob Hoskins talking to Barry Norman in 1982 about how greed destroyed London.

P.S. Second born appeared in Ulster. Lagan Valley Hospital :o)

Why? Why? Why? Mummy….!

I remember (vividly) the exact time that I had no answer for my children’s constant questioning.

Up to a certain age you have a perfectly valid and sane answer to their unending questions.

And THEN………

Comes THE question that blows your brain.

No. Not sex. It can be any question about anything that you are forced to answer with – I DON’T KNOW. If you are an honest, loving caring parent.

I remember VIVIDLY the day my eldest son said to me – “Mummy. Why can’t you answer my question? I thought you knew everything.”

Me. Being ME replied. “My lovely boy, some things are not answerable by me. YOU have to find your own answer.”

That’s why I went through years of distance from the grandparents for not having either of my boys “christened” in church.

Thankfully their father agreed with the total hypocrisy of it all (church christening with all the trimmings and BS) and let me let THEM choose their own faith.

They are both grown men now and I can still threaten to slap their bums. Even though they are much taller and wider than me :o)

It’s called RESPECT & DIGNITY & FREEDOM TO THINK INDEPENDENTLY.

And it makes for great, far-ranging, uncontrolled and immensely enlightening discussions!!!!!!

The video below is about teaching his son how to TELL TIME and the difference between Hour and Our.

Jeebuth. I love a person who loves words and how to dissect them :o)

P.S. I was told this morning that I have a mannerism for when I “angry” speak. I always preface with the word ERRRR.

As in Errr – not a hope in hell. Or Errr- Of course, my darling.

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I STILL pick them up on words that have 2 T’s in but neither are enunciated.

THAT WORD HAS TWO T’s IN. PLEASE ENUNCIATE AT LEAST ONE OF THEM.

It’s Not Just an Oirish t’ing, ya ken?

It’s a fault (or gift) of the Scots too. Especially Highlanders.

P.S. I was not ever the favourite child either. I was a girl. The other two were boys. My mother was not good at hiding this but Dad was just….A David.

I got over it the day we cleared out his flat, after his funeral.

My father had kept every single Xmas and birthday card I’d sent him since leaving home at 17.

The feckin’ eedjit :o)

Let’s Return to the Gallowglas

I’ve done this so many times but I’m on another EGO-SELF-BOOST today.

Who the eff needs outside validation by the masses?

ME :

A Brief History of the Gallowglas

That’s how I know them. Most write Gallowglass but…whatever. We are all Different.

I’M NOT :o)

Sorry. That’s my immediate response to the phrase, We are All Different.

Anyway and whatever. Let’s go to the font of ALL Knowledge for a description.

The gallowglasses (also spelled galloglassgallowglas or galloglas; from Irishgall óglaigh meaning foreign warriors) were a class of elite mercenary warriors who were principally members of the Norse-Gaelic clans of Ireland between the mid 13th century and late 16th century. Originally applied to Scots, who shared a common background and language with the Irish, but as they were descendants of 10th-century Norse settlers who had intermarried with the local population in western Scotland, the Irish called them Gall Gaeil (“foreign Gaels”).

Yeah.

That’d be Scottish. Norse. Irish. Warriors.

And Albrecht Durer? ? ?

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Bruce is with The Bruce who knew all about the Gallowglas and went to them for help way back in 1315 (or so they say!)

Whatever timeline or name or place or whatever – the essence is ALWAYS the same.

When in need – Call 0800 VIKING/GAEL/SCOT to fight for y’all :o)

Picture THIS : St Peter’s Gate

And there we are babbling on at the Guardian of Heaven.

Well. She hit me with my fave dolly when I was two and he bit my arm and they all ganged up on me calling me names. Deep Breath. My Dad was a bastard, my Mum a bitch, I was sacked from 23 jobs, someone ran over my cat, I was tricked out of all my money, I married a dickhead who battered me………….etc.

St Peter is now yawning in that “heard it all before” way.

So what did YOU do to make life better for others?

I gave some money to charity. I went to church every Sunday. I said nice things to a stranger. I…I…I…Oh!

Yeah.

Think on, mes braves. Think on.

Promised You A Miracle

KT Tunstall?

Kate Victoria “KT” Tunstall (born 23 June 1975)[3][4] is a Scottish singer-songwriter and musician. 

Jim Kerr?

James Kerr (born 9 July 1959) is a Scottish singer-songwriter and the lead singer of the rock band Simple Minds

I moved from Ulster to Wiltshire 3 months after my marriage to live for the first time with my husband owning 2 MFO boxes full of all my belongings.

There were a few Simple Minds L.P’s and a stereo system taking up half of one box. TRUE TRUTH!

P.S. When we left Gibraltar (with two kids) we’d accumulated enough stuff to fill 26 MFO boxes. Bloody hell !

A Brief History of the Gallowglas

That’s how I know them. Most write Gallowglass but…whatever. We are all Different.

I’M NOT :o)

Sorry. That’s my immediate response to the phrase, We are All Different.

Anyway and whatever. Let’s go to the font of ALL Knowledge for a description.

The gallowglasses (also spelled galloglassgallowglas or galloglas; from Irishgall óglaigh meaning foreign warriors) were a class of elite mercenary warriors who were principally members of the Norse-Gaelic clans of Ireland between the mid 13th century and late 16th century. Originally applied to Scots, who shared a common background and language with the Irish, but as they were descendants of 10th-century Norse settlers who had intermarried with the local population in western Scotland, the Irish called them Gall Gaeil (“foreign Gaels”).

Yeah.

That’d be Scottish. Norse. Irish. Warriors.

And Albrecht Durer? ? ?

All Aboard the Spanish Train

Spanish Train

There’s a Spanish train that runs between
Guadalquivir and old Saville
And at dead of night the whistle blows
And people hear she’s running still

And then they hush their children back to sleep
Lock the doors, upstairs they creep
For it is said that the souls of the dead
Fill that train ten thousand deep

Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died
But above his bed just a waiting for the dead
Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye
Well God’s not around and look what I’ve found, this one’s mine

Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light
And shouted at the Devil, get thee hence to endless night
But the Devil just grinned and said I may have sinned
But there’s no need to push me around
I got him first so you can do your worst
He’s going underground

But I think I’ll give you one more chance
Said the Devil with a smile
So throw away that stupid lance
It’s really not your style
Joker is the name, poker is the game
We’ll play right here on this bed
And then we’ll bet for the biggest stakes yet
The souls of the dead

And I said look out, Lord, He’s going to win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line
Oh Lord, He’s going to win

Well the railwayman he cut the cards
And he dealt them each a hand of five
And for the Lord, he was praying hard
Or that train he’d have to drive
Well the Devil he had three aces and a king
And the Lord, he was running for a straight
He had the queen and the knave and nine and ten of spades
All he needed was the eigh

tAnd then the Lord he called for one more card
But he drew the diamond eight
And the Devil said to the son of God
I believe you’ve got it straight
So deal me one for the time has come
To see who’ll be the king of this place
But as he spoke, from beneath his cloak
He slipped another ace

Ten thousand souls was the opening bid
And it soon went up to fifty nine
But the Lord didn’t see what the Devil did
And he said that suits me fine
I’ll raise you high to a hundred and five
And forever put an end to your sins
But the Devil let out a mighty shout, my hand wins

And I said Lord, oh Lord, you let him win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line
Oh Lord, don’t let him win

Well that Spanish train still runs between
Guadalquivir and old Saville
And at dead of night the whistle blows
And people fear she’s running still

And far away in some recess
The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess
The Devil still cheats and wins more souls
And as for the Lord, well, he’s just doing his best

And I said Lord, oh Lord, you’ve got to win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
That train is still on time, oh my soul is on the line
Oh Lord, you’ve got to win

Songwriters: Chris De Burgh

Heyho.I got off this train long ago :o)

Walking from Scotland to Ireland

I really enjoyed Static in the Attic’s latest video but it touched on a part of my own research that I’d never fully investigated.

I am of Scottish/Scandinavian and English descent and know that our family is well-connected with the ancient “Dalriada.”

These were the Gaels who inhabited Antrim in Northern Ireland and the Western Isles of Scotland from Argyll upwards.

Reading the Annals of Inisfallen (supposedly 11th century Irish texts) many years ago, I knew the tale of the Scottish King sending the Irish King a CAMEL as a present.

A camel coming over from continental Europe is no problem for my brain because of Doggerland. And I’d just assumed that there was also a land-bridge between Scotland and Ireland. Assumptions can be very dangerous in Historical Research so I back-tracked myself based on a map shown in the video below.

OK. My assumption held up. This time. See image above. There WAS a land-bridge from Antrim to Argyll. But modern historians deny this even though they will admit to Doggerland (!)

A land bridge never formed between Ireland and Scotland, according to controversial new research, writes Dick Ahlstrom.

Ireland was always an island and a land bridge never formed to connect it to Britain, according to new research from the University of Ulster. Contrary to the general view, sea levels never fell far enough to allow dry land to emerge between the two landmasses.

SMH in bewilderment!

Land of the Image Makers : 2018

I don’t agree with EVERYTHING Richard D Hall talks about. But a good 85-90% is fine by me.

I remember watching these way back when I spent almost a year debating whether I’d enter the youtube arena.

Ha! Lesson learned there. All I met were 99.9% HATERS. Who – I suppose – have a role to play in this life. Each to their own vibe.

Anyhoos : BLURB. Part 1 of 3

Richard travels to Ireland to speak to Mike Keegan. Originally from Manchester Mike emigrated to the west if Ireland in 1990. After acquiring some land there he quickly became self sufficient in growing food for himself and his family. Mike has also travelled to parts of Russia to see how various communities there are living off the land in Kins settlements. Mainstream media occasionally produce programmes or write articles about living off grid, but usually either subtly ridicule the idea or portray it the wrong way without providing any discussion about why this way of living could be very beneficial. By comparing modern day living with the way Mike has chosen to live his life brings about a realisation of just how far removed from nature we have become. Is this deliberate? Is mankind being kept away from nature and is Man himself being lead into a world of falsehood, materialism and toxic manufactured realities?

Sidhe : Of Faerie Origin

This is one subject where the Irish and the Scottish are closer than close.

They all believe in the Sidhe in every form.

In Scotland is was common to put a bowl of salt and a piece of iron outside your door to banish the Sidhe. But that was after Presbyterianism took over.

The Sidhe : 19th 0f July 2019

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Pronounced Shee.

  • Bean sídhe or banshee, a female spirit in Irish mythology
  • Leanan sídhe, a beautiful fairy woman in Irish mythology who takes a human lover
  • Cat Sidhe or Cat sìth, a fairy creature from Scottish and Irish mythology

Deep in mythology today.

I’ve gone from Pandora to the “Celts.”

I love the Sidhe.

They never order, they suggest.

You can ignore. Or join in.

They understand Free Will.

And they Dance A LOT.

Gotta love a Celtic Jig :o)

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Freaking Churchians. Take all the fun out of FUN :o(

To Me he is Forever Bonio

Paul Hewson.

BlahBlahBlarg. Say what you want about the man. I’m no fan either but U2 ARE a part of my musical life and I’ll never forget that.

Besides – gossip is cheap and malicious and often just a bunch of lies.

BTW : I HAVE found what I’ve been looking and I didn’t have to hold the hand of the Devil….creep out vibe :o)

I have climbed highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you

But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for

I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire

I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone

But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for

I believe in the kingdom come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one
But yes I’m still running

You broke the bonds
And you loosed the chains
Carried the cross
Of my shame
Oh my shame
You know I believe it

But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for

Róisín Dubh

At the risk of being stolen from YET again. I’ll go back to where I started.

MY music.

How the eff d’y’all think y’all can steal A Dark Rosaleen and get away with it scot free V and SeraTonin and all?

Stupid ith ath Stupid doeth, I’ve learned :o)

Tell me the legends of long ago

MAX VOL. By ORDER of Me. lol

Mórrígan

I started my novel, Ravens of Dinefwr, with two young men sailing into Dubh Linn on a Viking Longboat.

They were both child exiles from Wales who’d spent around 10 years with Magnus Barelegs in Man, Scotland and his kingdom – Norway. Who had been blooded in many battles. And who could see/sense their homeland beyond the Irish Sea.

Dubh Linn – the black pool was a natural harbour by Dublin (!) big enough to moor a longship.

“Water, black as the Mórrígan’s wing.” Wrote I.

Who was this black crow/raven? And what did she symbolise?

PLASTER SAINTS are HOLLOW

Met enough of them. Heard enough from them.

HOLLOW.

HAIRY LIME PLASTER lasts for centuries.

And here is where Big Bear has been Fecking Awesome.

I live in a Grade 2* Listed Building. But I’m poor as a church mouse and can’t afford the REAL Lime Plaster to preserve MY home.

Sad but true. Heyho. Shit happens :o)

P.S. Speed 3 – Father Ted. Father Jack loves and then throws his BRIIIIICK at Ted’s Shred…sorry…HEAD!

Somerled

I know a gorgeous and amazing writer friend who has researched Somerled deeply. She is American/Danish and loves her Viking ancestors.

I’m very fond of Bruce, below, but I HAVE to disagree with his history here.

Way before Somerled we had the Dalriada (of which I am one) MacDonald/MacGregor descended from Kenneth MacAlpin – King of Dalriada in the 800’s – or so they say.

The Dalriada are Scandinavian/Irish/Scottish.

Somerled came WELL after Godred Crovan and Magnus Barelegs and Kenneth so he was NOT father of the Clans.

Dál Riata or Dál Riada (also Dalriada) (/dælˈriːədə/) was a Gaelic kingdom that encompassed the western seaboard of Scotland and the north-eastern corner of Ireland, on each side of the North Channel. At its height in the 6th and 7th centuries, it covered what is now Argyll (“Coast of the Gaels”) in Scotland and part of County Antrim in Northern Ireland.

The Kingdom of the Isles and the Kings of Man and Ireland ALL had Norse blood. Somerled included.

I have come full circle. My late father had classic Irish colouring. Jet black hair and light grey eyes.

Both of my sons were born with pure blond hair and brilliant blue eyes, but now that they are men, they both have very dark hair and lightish grey eyes.

AND youngest was born in County Antrim…FACT.

Don’t Even Bother : Your Mother Is Miles Ahead of Herself

This was said this morning by father to the son who’d called me out for leaving cabbage in the bottom of the Rayburn and returning to it 2 days later. Sticks of charcoal.

Son : She is so many miles ahead of herself that she does stuff and then immediately forgets because she’s on the the next thoughts of next week.

OK. Hands Up. Fair Cop.

I frekuently write stuff here and have totally forgotten what I’ve said half an hour later. FACT!

That’s why I keep a blog. To remind me of the stupids that I do daily :o)

No Matter What They Tell Me….etc :o)

Tribute to the Late and Loved Stephen Gately by his fellow Irishmen.

Bless ’em all !

Linger?

: Do You Have To? Do You Have To? :

Please – Stop stalking me online and repeating your own bad shit.

I was not and never have been your enemy. You’ve never met me and don’t know me.

Message received?

Here’s hoping :o)

Bless you x

One Day : Maybe.

Croke Park, Dublin.

You raise me up so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas
I am strong when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be
…!

I’m having a Sunday. Bloody. Sunday :o(

Hey. We all have shit days, yes?

Usquebaugh vs Fire Water

Mmmn. Another way to blame the Celts for ruining everything?

Apparently Native American Indians were so stupid that they couldn’t ever figure out how to make FireWater so they had to wait until the 18th/19th century when those horrible Europeans gave them something called WHISKEY.

TutTut.

The “firewater” fairytale that Elm came to know all too well goes like this: Europeans introduced Native Americans to alcohol, which they were genetically unprepared to handle. That happenstance led to alcoholism rates that are around twice as high as those seen in whites — and alcohol-related death rates, which are at least tripled. In this view, colonization didn’t make conquered people susceptible to heavy drinking — genes did.

I’m not a fan of Whiskey. I drink it in Scotland because to refuse is to insult your host in the most hurtful way. FACT!

Ahem. I NEVER knew this…….FACT.

Midge Ure

Midge Ure

7 years agoThanks for all the great comments. I mixed this track after Phil died, initially just for myself. I took out all the other guitars from the recording to hear what I heard when I first heard Lizzy do this. This recording and a few photos are all that’s left of my ‘touring days’ with the guys.

WOW upon WOW :o)

Thanks.

Strange Conversations with Your Offspring

A day or two ago I drove youngest into town and somehow the talk turned to half breeds. I think he’d mentioned stripey horses aka zebras.

We did the Liger, Tigon.


What is an ass, son?

Mother. That’s a donkey and a horse breeding.

Just so :o)

I’m a Half-Breed. Anglo-Scot. Or so I thought. It’s much more complicated.

And as for him. A WELSH grandfather too.

And – thanks to Teflon Tony (nothing sticks to him) and the Good Friday Agreement, because my son was born in Ulster…he’s now eligible for dual nationality via the government. He’s waiting on his Irish passport to arrive. Clever boy!

The Cross of Wotan : Tilt

The Cross of Wotan is known by many other names.

Cross of Odin

Sun Cross

Celtic Cross

Cathar Cross etc

It is a cross in a circle.

Let’s move to the Greek word ANDROS.

Andros mean MAN.

Andronicus/Andrei/Andre/ANDREW

Andrew, the First called Apostle aka Saint Andrew. The First Called Fisher of Men?

I thought Christ was God’s First Called. Shrug. Anyhoo.

Let’s move on to the legends of the Norse Invasions of the British Isles. Mainly Scotland and Ireland.

Apparently the so-called Vikings…which is a verb not a noun. To GO VIKING is to travel. NOT VI/6 KINGS. Fact!!!

These “invaders” apparently “invaded” with The Cross of Wotan on their war banners.

BUT – what if the sneaky little re-writers of History tilted the banner a few degrees from truth and made it a SALTIRE?

The Slanted Cross upon which Andrew the Apostle was crucified. The symbol of Scotland.

Just to muddy the history of history?

P.S. Why are all “Templar” churches circular? And why do all Templar tomb effigies have their ankles crossed?

Shamanic Drumming

Done this several times.

First with Leslie Kenton and then with Denise Linn (Cherokee)

I travelled through a tree and followed the roots DOWN to meet my Wolf.

The video below is Irish. My Dad was a Scot. And a front row drummer with the Royal Marines Band (snare drum.)

So I grew up with the sound of drums.

Next – lesson in how to drum like my Dad ? ? ?

RTÉ


Raidió Teilifís Éireann

Both times that I’ve lived in Ireland (Ulster) …RTÉ was the channel that was not BBC.

Gay Byrne. The Late, Late Show was one of my favourites.

Gabriel Mary Byrne.

Was married for a million years to one woman.

Moving On Up. Moving on OUT :o)

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

I lived and worked in Londonderry aged 20.

I WAS the enemy. I was the uniform behind a 3am raid raid on a wife alone with her three kids.

I used to go to work in a helicopter. Or in a Landrover that was frequently shot at.

I WAS threatened by a pissed off mother of three who’d had her home invaded by soldiers with guns and an agenda.

I totally understand where she was coming from. I’d do the exact same in her sitch.

Londonderry is actually a lovely place. The countryside is all forests and waterfalls and streams and peace.

Shame about the humans :o(

Ghodraidh Chrobhain

Many years ago I fell in love with a man who may or may not have existed !

If the video below is RIGHT then he was a distant ancestor, my paternal grandmother being a MacDonald.

And this is why I am CERTAIN that my own DNA test was not fixed or manipulated or used for nefarious means. Unless someone had the time to sit down and trawl MY ENTIRE FAMILY TREE. Which is hardly likely, methinks.

Unfortunately Mr Ghodraidh Chrobhain died before the timeline of my HistFic novel. But his spirit lived on :o)