IRISH SHOPPERS CONSIDER “SHOOTING THE BULL”: OWNER CUTS OFF DEBATE

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

12 thoughts on “IRISH SHOPPERS CONSIDER “SHOOTING THE BULL”: OWNER CUTS OFF DEBATE”

  1. That’s clearly the exception to the rule of meat packaging unless you are expected to cut your own.

  2. 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

  3. 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.

  4. Hey raffy:

    When JT gets back we’re going to exact his skills as tour organizer as our price for guest blogging.
    🙂

  5. 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!

  6. mespo,

    Lovely, lovely … sat back in my chair and allowed the music to flow … beautiful set too

  7. 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?

  8. Mespo I appreciate the Irish music this morning. My mother was a Kelly and her grandfather immigrated from Ballina, County Mayo.

  9. 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.

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