Ukraine another Groundhog Day

It was the day after my 80th birthday 24th February 2022 that the first Russian soldiers crossed the border into Ukraine. So predictable so preventable, Like every war before this one the euphoria of war was palpable, young and old, men and women, appeared before the cameras to tell the world how they would fightContinue reading “Ukraine another Groundhog Day”

“WE BROKE ARMAGH, IT NEVER BROKE US” – IRISH REPUBLICAN WOMEN

This was the heading of a blog that popped into my inbox today. Manna, from heaven, since I had just written an antiwar piece about the struggles of Latin American countries to free themselves from a bullying neighbour, The United States of America. I was privileged to attend a Christy Moor concert in Edinburgh, yearsContinue reading ““WE BROKE ARMAGH, IT NEVER BROKE US” – IRISH REPUBLICAN WOMEN”

Home is the Sailor from the sea and the Hunter from the Hills.

I arrived home just before noon on Sunday 24th of April. I decided in Vienna that it was time to head home, and then disaster struck. I put my card in a hole in the wall and the sun was so bright that I could not make out what I was supposed to do, maybe I waitedContinue reading “Home is the Sailor from the sea and the Hunter from the Hills.”