Mikey Ryan discusses the new Trolley Tax and the Great Thurles Trolley Crisis.
Cartastrophe: How We Are Wheeling Up Food Prices.
Cart-Flation: How Abandoned Shopping Trolleys Are Undermining Tipperary’s Economy.
Are Abandoned Trolleys Driving Up the Cost of Your Roast Beef?
I swear all I said to Mikey Ryan was that Seamus Hanafin’s Walkway, has once again returned to being an unkempt dump, strewn with Supermarket Trolleys and after all the public money wasted, it is like the River Suir, no longer maintained by Thurles Municipal District. But my statement was enough to get local man Mikey Ryan ‘Riled Up’.
The‘Great Trolley Tax’. Pic G. Willoughby.
“Economists, retailers, and the good people of Thurles may all be missing the obvious culprit behind Ireland’s stubbornly high food prices, the malefactor being those feckin humble shopping trolleys”, declared Mikey Ryan.
We were above in the Arch Bar, Liberty Square, last night, supping a few pints, when Mikey Ryan announced to all and sundry that he really should have applied to local councillors to support him for the position of President of Ireland; the election due to take place on October 24th, 2025.
“Sure I would get through the Presidential election nomination process without any bother, through reinventing the global climate agenda by simply expanding planetary consciousness regarding shopping trolleys”, said Mikey confidently.
“On paper”,inflation is blamed on everything from energy costs to global supply chains. But take a closer look at our rivers, hedgerows, and half-finished Liberty Square, and you’ll spot the real drain on our wallets; it’s supermarket trolleys gone rogue”, stated Mikey, who now had the ear of everyone present.
Mikey paused to wet his whistle, before announcing that the cost of same 12 trolleys came to €4,239.12 in missing hardware.
“That’s not just metal and wheels, folks. That’s the equivalent of: 2,400 loaves of bread (pre-inflation). 1,500 litres of milk (assuming the cows agree to cooperate), or, given the latest CSO figures, perhaps just two bags of shopping if you’re fond of butter, beef, and chocolate.” he continued.
“The CSO yesterday tells us food inflation reached 5.1% in August. Butter is up 18.3%, Beef 22.7%, Milk 12.4%, Chocolate 16.3%, Coffee 12.1%. Coincidence? Is every percentage point tied to a trolley floating belly-up in the Suir and other rivers around our emerald isle?”
Mickey stopped again to gulp down another mouthful.
In a room where you could hear a pin drop, Mikey continued, “For one minute, let’s consider the supermarket boardroom’s conversation:- Manager: “Profits are down this quarter Sir”. Chairperson on the Board: “Why?“. Manager: “Well, six of our €353 Euro trolleys are living in the river Suir and another half-dozen are auditioning as urban sculptureson the Thurles inner relief road“. Chairperson: “Feck it, right so, put 20 cents on the price of milk and double it for butter. The cows won’t complain“.
“And so”, said Mikey, “here we see, for the first time, the introduction of the ‘Great Trolley Tax’, samebeing quietly passed on to every struggling, underprivileged household in the land” said Mikey, now in full verbal flow to his newly acquired audience.
He continued, “Some conspiracy theorists even whisper that these trolleys aren’t stolen at all, but strategically “misplaced” to justify current inflation. After all, nothing distracts the public like a shiny bit of stainless steel glinting in the sun beside the proposed inner relief road”.
“Good Lord”, said I, “So next time we’re standing in the supermarket queue, wincing at the cost of our Sunday roast, we should spare a thought for the twelve brave trolleys dumped in Thurles. They may look abandoned, but in truth, they are hard at work, driving up inflation”.
“True for you”, said Mikey, “and if you or anyone else happen to see a trolley making a slow escape toward the riverbank, don’t just hold your nose and grab it. You might not only be helping in the saving of this polluted River Suir, but end up shaving 2% off the price of your next packet of rashers”.
Sophie’s Swaps: Simple supermarket swaps and ultra-processed food free recipes to transform your shopping and unprocess your plate by authoress Sophie Morris.
Ms Sophie Morris – health food advocate, food entrepreneur and bestselling cookbook author – has become one of Ireland’s most trusted voices in nutrition. Her straight-talking advice and practical tips have earned the loyalty of hundreds of thousands of followers, as well as the attention of leading retailers. But Sophie has chosen to remain independent, determined to drive real change in the food industry on her own terms.
Something happened to our food in the mid-70s to make it irresistible to people. Why are ultra-processed foods so irresistible, and how they have come to dominate food culture?
We all want to make better food choices. We’ve heard about ultra-processed foods (UPFs) and the risks they pose to our health – but how much do we really know about what’s in our shopping trolley? Between limited time and misleading marketing, it’s easy to fill our kitchens with UPFs without even realising it.
That’s where Sophie comes in. Through her hugely popular supermarket swap posts, she has helped shoppers across Ireland make simple changes that cut down on UPFs without compromising on taste, convenience, or cost.
From ketchup to burgers, granola to curry sauce, Sophie shows you which brands offer healthier, less processed – and often cheaper – options. You’ll be surprised by what you discover.
And for those days when you want to cook from scratch, Sophie shares 50 quick, family-friendly recipes that prove healthy eating doesn’t have to be complicated.
With ‘Sophie’s Swaps‘, you’ll learn how to shop smarter, cook better, and unprocess your plate – one simple swap at a time.
Lyrics: American alternative rock band R.E.M.[Drummer Bill Berry, Guitarist Peter Buck, Bassist Mike Mills and Vocalist Michael Stipe] Vocals: Welsh singer and holder of three Grammy Award nominations and three Brit Award nominations, Gaynor Sullivan (née Hopkins), MBE, known professionally as Bonnie Tyler.
Everybody Hurts.
When the day is long, And the night, and the night is yours alone. When you’re sure you’ve had enough, Of this life, hang on, Don’t let yourself go, ‘Cause everybody cries, everybody hurts, sometimes. Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it’s time to sing along, When your day is night alone. When you feel like letting go. When you think you’ve had too much of this life, Hang on. Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends. Everybody hurts. Don’t throw away your hand, Don’t throw away your hand, If you feel like you’re alone, No, no, no, you’re not alone. If you’re on your own, In this life, the days and nights are long. When you think you’ve had too much, Of this life to hang on. Well, everybody hurts sometimes, Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes. Hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on. Everybody hurts, Sometimes everybody hurts, Everybody cries.
Lyrics and Vocals: American singer, songwriter, actress, philanthropist, and businesswoman, Ms Dolly Parton.
Talanted SongstressMs Dolly Parton.
He Would Know.
In my mind I’ve made love to you often, But only in my mind can it be so. ‘Cause there’s someone at home that’s countin’ on me, And if I did, I’m sure that he would know.
Chorus Yes, he would know, yes, he could tell, For he has loved me long enough to know me very well, And if I lied, he’d see it in my eyes. I know my guilt would show and he would know.
But I must admit you’re someone very special, And it would be so easy to let go. Making love to you could be so easy, But if I did, I’m sure that he would know.
Repeat Chorus
My conscience just won’t let me make love to you, I know it would be sweet, but I just can’t. When I go home to him, I must be able, To look him in the eyes and say I ain’t.
The following reply was received from Tipperary Co. Council, following a formal complaint having been made by this website, last Thursday. The complaint referred to the pollution of the River Suir over the past 12 years.
The Reply Reads:- Dear George, Thank you for your e-mail regarding Pollution of River Suir in Thurles. I have forwarded your e-mail to Environment Section for their attention and direct reply to you. Should you wish to follow up on this case, please contact Customer Service Desk quoting reference number ENV-11308-F6L3.
The formal complaint was sent to Tipperary Co. Council, when this website received confirmation that Tipperary Co. Council and Local Authority Waters Programme (LAWPRO), and the Office of Public Works would object to local volunteers attempting to improve the general appearance of the area. Work would have involved the removal of discarded clothing; bottles; cans; weeds; plastic bollards, wooden pallets, rushes, bags of sand and a mountain of sediment, currently clogging the area from Barry’s Bridge to the area south of the Swinging Gates, same a poorly lit spot where persons gather regularly to partake in alcohol consumption.
WE have also formally complained to the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA)info@epa.ie, asking the question; “Does the EPA have any real teeth or are they like LAWPRO, latter simply passing information, same to land on other departmental desks, where seated are people who refuse to be motivated? The EPA were also asked if they held the power to prosecute local authorities?
We now await a reply from the EPA, which we will publish here, in full, on receipt of same.
Pass It On Down.
Randy Owen, Lead singer with ‘Alabama’
Vocals: American Country Music band Alabama. Lyrics: ‘Alabama’ Band members Randy Owen and Teddy Gentry, American country music singer and songwriter Ronnie Rogers and songwriter Will Robinson.
Pass It On Down.
We live in the land of plenty, But many things aren’t plenty any-more, Like the water from our sink, They say it’s not safe to drink, You gotta go and buy it at the store. Now we’re told there’s a hole in the Ozone, Look what’s washing on the beach, And Lord, I believe, from the heavens to the seas, We’re bringing Mother Nature to her knees.
Chorus. So let’s leave some blue up above us, Let’s leave some green on the ground, It’s only ours to borrow, then save some for tomorrow, Leave it and pass it on down.
Well, there’s a change taking place way on the mountains, Acid rain is falling on the leaves, And down in Brazil, the fires are burning still, How we gonna breathe without them trees?
RepeatChorus.
Well, there’s a place where I live called the Canyon (Canyon), Where Daddy taught me to swim, And that water, it’s so pure, And I’m a gonna make sure, Daddy’s grandkids can swim there like him. Now we all outta feel just a little bit guilty, When we look into the eyes of our kids, ‘Cause, brothers, it’s a fact, if we take and don’t put back, They’ll have to pay for all we did.
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