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Neil Young To Release His Vast Music Archive Online For Free

Canadian Rocker Neil Young has announced that he will release his vast archive of music for anyone to listen to online, for free next month.
The 72-year-old music legend announced this information on Facebook on November 11th; stating that his archive will open, the same day his new album “The Visitor” is released.


Hi there,
December 1st will be a big day for me. The Visitor will be coming to your town. I will be going to my town. You will be able to hear me and see me. My archive will open on that same day, a place you can visit and experience every song I have ever released in the highest quality your machine will allow. It’s the way it’s supposed to be.  In the beginning, everything is free.

Lots of Love,

This music archive dates back to 1963, when Neil made his first recording in Canada.
The Album “The Visitor” will be Young’s second studio album, recorded with “Promise of the Real,” the band headed up by Lukas Nelson (Son of the 84 year old American musician, singer, songwriter, author, poet, actor and activist Willie Nelson.)


Tipperary Men Found With Pistol & Fragmentation Grenades

Two men, aged 50 and 33 years, have been remanded in custody for a further month following their appearance before Cashel District Court yesterday, both charged with possession of two fragmentation grenades[A] and a hand gun.  Both men had been brought initially before Cashel District Court charged with these offences on Sunday November 12th last, and had been remanded in custody to yesterdays Cashel District court sitting.

Mr Thomas Bates of Abbey Street, Cahir, Co. Tipperary and Mr Nigel Gartland of No. 4 Knocklofty Heights, Clonmel, Co. Tipperary, both appeared before Mr Justice Terence Finn charged with conspiring with each other to have in their possession a ‘Glock’ semi-automatic pistol in the district court area of Cashel, between October 24th, 2017 and November 10th, 2017, contrary to the 1964 Firearms Act.

Both the above named were also charged with conspiring together to have in their possession or under their control two fragmentation grenades contrary to the 1883 Explosive Substances Act, in the district court area of Cashel, between the same dates.

The State sought to further remand the two men in custody, pending the submission of a file on this case to the Director of Public Prosecutions and to this end sought a further two week adjournment.

Mr Justice Finn remanded both men in custody to appear before Cashel District Court again on December 14th 2017.

[A] Fragmentation Grenade:
The “Mills Bomb” is regarded as the first “safe grenade” and was the first modern fragmentation explosive to come into use in the trenches during WWI.  Manufactured in Birmingham, England in 1915; they were an explosive-filled steel canisters with a deeply notched exterior surface thus aiding fragmentation. However this design was later improved by putting the exterior notches on the interior, thus increasing the grenade’s deadliness.
The external segmentation design resembles the surface of a pineapple (hence the description “pin-and-pineapple” design), was retained for many years afterwards, since it provided a positive gripping surface for soldiers, and is retained in use today in some modern hand throwing grenades.


Thurles Man Forced Out Of Marital Home

As far as I know, Mikey Ryan didn’t venture home to the wife as yet.

Oh, sorry you are probably not fully acquainted with reports of certain marital dissentions, which recently reared their ugly head, here in our rural, politically forgotten town.

To better explain; we were above in the Arch Bar in Liberty Square, Thurles last Monday, when a most dishevelled Mikey desended in, much later than usual.

To give him his due, Mikey, ordinarilywould be the sort of a guy to spruce himself up when heading out “on the tear”.  Mikey, for all the years I have known him, usually appears with his face as smooth as a baby’s bottom, togged out in a pinstriped suit, with a striped, blue tie, foiled by a rather crisp, white, starched shirt. Indeed, it’s as if all of his clobber had been plucked straight out from the front window of Stakelum’s Menswear in Friar Street.  Now add to this ensemble; that splash of Old Spice; top it off with a Sunday best, white, Panama hat and add a pair of highly polished brown shoes and you can see at a glance, even if only in your mind’s eye, the type of person that is our Mikey.

But last Monday night it was a different kettle of fish; he turned up in a truly scruffy state. To describe him as displaying a rather “slept in look” could be more rightly seen as being a sort of exaggerated benevolence, to say the very least.  Pat, the Arch Bar proprietor, wasn’t even sure that he was worthy of admission. Indeed, were it not for the fact that he was a regular, it would have been a “No way Jose” scenario regarding admission rights, as Pat warned me quietly afterwards.

Mikey arrived through the bar portals like a man who had been found absent when his house was searched by the Criminal Assets Bureau or a relative of the Hutch-Kinahan criminal gang.
“Was she in tonight,” Mikey queried hurriedly, glancing continuously over his shoulder.
“Who are we talking about”, says I.
“That sadistic bitch of a wife of mine”, retorted Mikey.

It was only then through my persistent questioning that I learned that Mikey, following advice, had not dared to venture home in the last few days, choosing instead to sleep (if that is possible) on a two-seater sofa in the front room of his sister Bridie’s house.

From what I can gather it all began in the latter half of the previous week. According to Mikey, his wife had come home from a doctor’s appointment she had been granted, regarding worrying chest pain, and was now grinning from ear to ear.

“What’s making you so happy”, Mikey asks, “Why the ‘pleased as punch look’ on you”.
His wife smiled again, “The doctor told me that for a forty-five-year-old woman, that I have the breasts of a eighteen year old virgin.”
“Oh yeah?” quipped Mikey, “What did he say about your forty-five-year-old fat arsehole?” to which she is supposed to have replied, “Trust me your name wasn’t even mentioned in our conversation.”

But it wasn’t until Saturday that the real difficulties came to the fore, Mikey forgot their wedding anniversary. His wife was furious, informing him in no uncertain terms that, quote, “Tomorrow morning, I expect to find a gift in the driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in 6 seconds and it had better materialise”

Living in fear and dread all night, Mikey arose early next morning and left in his van for work, having placed a gift as directed. When his wife woke up, she looked out the window and sure enough there it was, a box beautifully gift-wrapped sitting, as requested, in the middle of their driveway.

Confused, the wife put on her dressing gown and rushed out unto the driveway, narrowly missing a somewhat now startled postman. Bringing the box back into the house she opened it to find that the contents contained a brand-new, state of the art Weight Watchers, Designer, Precision, Electronic, Bathroom Scales.

Don’t ask me how I know, but personally my feeling is that Mikey may end up sojourning on the sofa in Bridie’s house for just a day or two longer.

Women; sure I could never understand them either.


Death Of Oliver Delaney Collins Park, Thurles

It was with great sadness we learned of the death yesterday, 14th November 2017, of Mr Oliver Delaney, Collins Park, Thurles, Co. Tipperary, and formerly Ballygammane, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

His passing is most deeply regretted by his loving partner Josie; children Maureen, Madeline, Catherine and Oliver; step children John, Antoinette, Michael and Letitia; twin brother Jimmy; brothers Joseph, Johnny, Paul and Martin; sisters Margaret and Kathryn; grandchildren; nieces; nephews; brothers-in-law; sisters-in-law; extended relatives; Irish Army comrades (Óglaigh na hÉireann), neighbours and many friends.

Funeral Arrangements
The earthly remains of Mr Delaney will repose in Hugh Ryan’s Funeral Home, Slievenamon Road, Thurles on Thursday evening, 16th November, from 5.00pm to 7.00pm.

Leaving Hugh Ryan’s Funeral Home on Friday morning, 17th November, at 11.00am for Cremation at 1.00pm in the Island Crematorium, Rocky Island, Ringaskiddy, Co. Cork.

Please Note: Family flowers only, donations, if desired, to Community Hospital of The Assumption, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

May He Rest In Peace.


TD Runs Up Drink Tab For €1,200 In Dáil Bar

Inside the Dáil Bar

According to last weekend’s Sunday Times, in the Dáil bar, one TD has run up a bill of €1,200 over the summer, despite the Dáil only sitting for just eight days. The Dáil’s Bar tab, in total, reached over €31,000 up to the end of last August.

We can now confirm we saw yesterday, one Irish Cabinet Minister quickly attempting to exit through the side gates of Dáil Éireann, being chased by a man waving a drinks bill, before being accosted by a particularly dirty and shabby-looking homeless person, who asked him for a “couple of Euro to get food”.

Dodging out of site, behind the front entrance security building, the Minister routed in his trousers pocket, before extracting a two Euro coin. Holding it up between finger and thumb he asked, “If I gave you this money, will you take it and buy whisky?”
“No, sure I stopped drinking years ago, Sir,” said the unfortunate dishevelled individual.

“Will you use it to gamble?” asked the Minister.
“I don’t gamble. I need everything I can get just to keep body and soul together, Sir”, said the starving man.

“Will you spend the money on greens fees at a golf course?” questioned the Cabinet Minister.
“Are you totally mad, Sir?  I haven’t played golf in 20 years“, said the now confused man, wishing he had never asked for help in the first place.

“Come quickly” said the Cabinet Minister,  “I’m not going to give you two Euro. Instead, I’m going to take you to my Dublin residence for a terrific dinner, cooked by my adoring wife’s fair hands.”
The starving, homeless man was astounded. “Sir won’t your wife be furious with you for doing that?  Sure I’m dirty, and I probably smell like shit.”
“Hey, not to worry”, said the Minister, “I want my wife to see what a man looks like who, in just a couple of short years, has given up drinking, gambling, and golf”