Cummins’s SuperValu in Ballinrobe, County Mayo enjoys a well-deserved reputation for fresh beef. Now we know why. Stunned shoppers watched helplessly as a bull methodically walked the aisles. “The bull ran down one aisle, and into the store area, where he had a good look around and came back out again. He then charged down another aisle, and out the front door again,” said owner, John Cummings. The only damage sustained was to – you guessed it- the fruit and vegetable stand.
Source: Digital Spy
Ok, Ok, I only posted it so you could hear this beautiful rendition of “Song for Ireland” by the bonnie Mary Black:
-Mark Esposito, Guest Blogger
According to the description of the incident, I’d say
‘That’s nothing to BEEF about.
I mean people have taken a RIBBING for less.
and that’s no BULL.
Mespo I appreciate the Irish music this morning. My mother was a Kelly and her grandfather immigrated from Ballina, County Mayo.
SM:
That’s as nice a version as I have ever heard. In honor of my wife – and the rest of her Daley Clan – I’m going to Dublin for St. Paddy’s Day this year. Wanna come? Maybe we can do a Turley Tour?
mespo Love to go. We have been talking about a trip to the Ireland next summer.
mespo,
Lovely, lovely … sat back in my chair and allowed the music to flow … beautiful set too
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CoSL_qayMCc Here is a song from the Irish fellow Glenn Hansard for you and your Irish wife. It is from the movie “Once” which was set in Dublin.
I love the Irish songs. My wife and I visited Ireland in 2003 and I am dying to get back there. It was beautiful. My wife’s mother was a Kelly and as a Rafferty, it was important to visit. I would be interested in a Turley tour of the Isles!
Hey raffy:
When JT gets back we’re going to exact his skills as tour organizer as our price for guest blogging.
Great idea Mespo!!
mespo,
When the TBV’s (Turley Blogging Vagabonds) return from that marvelous trip, and if none of you have earned a spot on the No-Fly list, please count me in if the next trip is to Italy.
Song for Ireland
Mary Black
Walking all the day, near tall towers
where falcons build their nests
Siver winged they fly,
they know the call of freedom in their breasts
Saw Black Head against the sky
with twisted rocks that run down to the sea
Living on your western shore,
saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
and sang a song for Ireland
Talking all the day with true friends
who try to make you stay
Telling jokes and news,
singing songs to pass the night away
Watched the Galway salmon run
like silver dancing darting in the sun
Living on your western shore
saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
and sang a song for Ireland
Drinking all the day in old pubs
where fiddlers love to play
Someone touched the bow,
he played a reel
it seemed so fine and gay
Stood on Dingle beach
and cast in wild foam we found Atlantic bass
Living on your western shore,
saw summer sunsets asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
and sang a song for Ireland
Dreaming in the night I saw a land
where no man had to fight
Waking in your dawn
I saw you crying in the morning light
Lying where the falcons fly,
they twist and turn all in you e’er blue sky
Living on your western shore,
saw summer sunsets asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
and sang a song for Ireland
That’s clearly the exception to the rule of meat packaging unless you are expected to cut your own.