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“It won’t kill you to slow down”.
One Tipperary Road Policing Unit detected the following speeds this morning, during speed compliance checks carried out in just one 60km/h zone within the Thurles, Co. Tipperary District.
From the picture shown directly above; readers can view a total disregard, by some motorists, for other road users, pedestrians and recommended speed limit signs.
The speeds shown are truly well in excess of the recommended speed limit signs clearly/visibly posted within that vicinity.
Fixed charge notices showing exact fines and penalty points will now issue to all offenders.
Eve Of Destruction.
The song hereunder references social issues experienced in the mid 1960’s, including the turmoil, both then and now, in the Middle East.
Lyrics: American singer and songwriter, Philip Gary “Flip” Sloan.
Vocals: American singer and songwriter Barry McGuire.
Eve Of Destruction.
The Eastern world, it is explodin’,
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’,
You’re old enough to kill but not for votin’,
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’?
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin’,
But you tell me,
Over and over and over again, my friend,
How you don’t believe,
We’re on the eve of destruction.
Don’t you understand what I’m trying to say,
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away,
There’ll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
Take a look around you boy, it’s bound to scare you, boy,
And you tell me,
Over and over and over again, my friend,
How you don’t believe,
We’re on the eve of destruction.
Yeah, my blood’s so mad, feels like coagulatin’,
I’m sittin’ here just contemplatin’,
I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation,
And marches alone can’t bring integration,
When human respect is disintegratin’,
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’,
And you tell me over and over and over again, my friend,
How you don’t believe,
We’re on the eve of destruction.
And think of all the hate there is in Red China,
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama,
Ah, you may leave here for four days in space,
But when you return, it’s the same old place,
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace,
Hate your next door neighbor but don’t forget to say grace,
And you tell me,
Over and over and over and over again, my friend,
You don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
No no, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
END
It was with great sadness that we learned of the death on Wednesday last, 10th April 2024, of Mrs Mary Purcell (née Hosford), Church View, Loughmore, Templemore, Co. Tipperary.
Pre-deceased by her husband John, the passing of Mrs Purcell is most deeply regretted, sadly missed and lovingly remembered by her sorrowing family; her loving daughter Caroline, son John, daughter-in-law Aisling, son-in-law Tadhg, mother Mary (Babs), sister Claire, brothers Tony, Paschal, Paul and Denis, sisters-in-law Noreen, Trish, Maura, Jackie, Eileen and Mary, brothers-in-law, PJ, Junior, and Joe, nieces, nephews, extended relatives, neighbours and friends.
Requiescat in Pace.
Funeral Arrangements.
The earthly remains of Mrs Purcell will be received into the Church of the Nativity of Our Lady, Loughmore on Monday morning next, to repose for Requiem Mass at 11:30 am, followed by interment, immediately afterwards, in the adjoining graveyard.
The extended Purcell family wish to express their appreciation for your understanding at this difficult time.
Suaimhneas síoraí dá h-anam dílis i dteannta na Naomh agus na n-aingeal.
It was with great sadness that we learned of the death today, Saturday 13th April 2024 of Mrs Judy Whelan (née Harding), Upper Ballingarry, Ballingarry (South Riding), Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
Predeceased by her husband Ned, the passing of Mrs Whelan is most deeply regretted, sadly missed and lovingly remembered by her sorrowing family; Darion (Cahill), Larry, Evelyn (Shelly), and Frankie, her grandchildren and great grandchildren, daughter-in-law Rose, sons-in-law John and Pat, her sister Theresa (Tessie Mulvey), her brother Billy, nieces, nephews, extended relatives, neighbours and friends.
Requiescat in Pace.
Funeral Arrangements.
The earthly remains of Mrs Whelan will repose at her place of residence in Upper Ballingarry (E41 YC97) on tomorrow afternoon, Sunday April 14th, from 5:00pm until 7:00pm same evening.
Her remains will be received into the Church of the Assumption, Ballingarry (SR), Thurles, on Monday to further repose for Requiem Mass at 11:30am, followed by interment, immediately afterwards, in the adjoining graveyard.
The extended Whelan family wish to express their appreciation for your understanding at this difficult time, and have made arrangements for those persons wishing to send messages of condolence, to use the link shown HERE.
Note Please: House private on Monday. Family flowers only. Donations in lieu, if desired, to the Irish Cancer Society.
Ar dheis Dé go raibh a h-anam dílis.
Sunshine amounts have been below average for most areas over the past number of weeks, while rainfall amounts have been well above average across the country.
Currently, even all well drained and moderately drained soils are saturated, while all poorly drained soils are currently waterlogged.
The remainder of today (April 13th 2024) will remain dry, with rain sadly returning tomorrow afternoon and in the early part of Monday. However, from Tuesday and for the rest of next week, weather conditions will greatly improve, with no umbrellas or rain coats required.
So do cheer up, oh! and by the way, the swallows have been spotted in Littleton, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
Five Feet High and Rising.
Lyrics: Johnny Cash.
Vocals: The late American country singer-songwriter Johnny Cash (1932 – 2003).
How high’s the water, Mama?
Two feet high and risin’.
How high’s the water, Papa?
She said it’s two feet high and risin’,
We can make it to the road in a homemade boat,
That’s the only thing we got left that’ll float,
It’s already over all the wheat and the oats,
Two feet high and risin’.
How high’s the water, Mama?
Three feet high and risin’.
How high’s the water, Papa?
She said it’s three feet high and risin’.
Well, the hives are gone,
I’ve lost my bees,
The chickens are sleepin’, in the willow trees,
Cow’s in water up past her knees
Three feet high and risin’
How high’s the water, Mama?
Four feet high and risin’.
How high’s the water, Papa?
She said it’s four feet high and risin’.
Hey, come look through the window pane,
The bus is comin’, gonna take us to the train,
Looks like we’ll be blessed with a little more rain,
Four feet high and risin’.
How high’s the water, Mama?
Five feet high and risin’.
How high’s the water, Papa?
She said it’s five feet high and risin’.
Well, the rails are washed out north of town,
We gotta head for higher ground,
We can’t come back till the water goes down,
Five feet high and risin’.
Well, it’s five feet high and risin’.
END.
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