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  • Leon 4:59 pm on January 8, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: catholic, charlie hebdo, muslim, religion, respect religion   

    Is it time we stopped respecting religious beliefs? 

    This blog post has been inspired by the murders yesterday in Paris by Muslim fundamentalists at the offices of satirical newspaper Charlie Hebdo in the name of religion and also by the response of Salman Rushdie who said this:

    “Respect for religion has become a code phrase meaning ‘fear of religion.’ Religions, like all other ideas, deserve criticism, satire, and, yes, our fearless disrespect.”

    I don’t know much about the Charlie Hebdo magazine. Seemingly a lot of their most religiously controversial stuff is a bit vulgar, smutty and just silly rather than smart satire that makes us think but no matter what they say or print, coming in and murdering some of them, including a fellow Muslim policeman is just fundamentalism gone off the scale.

    Salman’s quote above sums up how I’ve been feeling about religion in general for a few years now. Having been an atheist most of my life, skipping baptism, communion, confirmation etc, no easy feat in Ireland in the late 70’s/early 80’s, I’ve never really had time for any religion. To me it’s been plain to see for a long, long time that it has no place in a modern, secular and scientifically enlightened civilisation. But still it lingers like a disease infecting, sickening and killing people. Religion is still all around us, from events like yesterdays in Paris, to imposing churches around every corner, to pressure from grandparents to christen our kids, to baptismal certificate requirements when starting school and religion being such a big part of the education system.

    In this age of political correctness we are all told to respect other people’s beliefs and leave them to them. We all have immense fear of insulting one religion or another. It’s become a taboo almost just to dare to question any aspect of any religion publicly. Should we continue to respect people’s beliefs or even the people who hold those beliefs no matter how ridiculous they are or what people do in the name of those religions such as murdering, abuse and torture? Is it time we stopped living in fear of religion and stopped respecting it?

    The only thing that gives me hope is that most younger generations seem to be giving religion less if any place in their lives and when the current older generations are gone maybe we will be free from religion once and for all. I’m talking about Catholicism in Ireland mostly of course. Religions such as Muslim, Islam etc may not die away as quick unfortunately. Perhaps what we need to do is stop attaching such significance and importance to religion by constantly talking about it, practicing it and making it part of our lives in some way.

    Maybe Charlie Hebdo should have found something else more relevant to write/joke about than “a mediaeval form of unreason”, not because of the fear of retaliation but more to help bury religion to a distant memory?

    I’m even fearful writing this damn post..

    Fuck you religion…fuck you.

    Charlie Hebdo

    Illustration by Dave Brown for The Independent

     
  • Leon 2:30 pm on November 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: aq test, aspergers syndrome, autism spectrum disorder   

    Do I Have an Autism Spectrum Disorder!? 

    First off I need to say that I’m not writing this in the spirit of jumping on the Autism or Aspergers bandwagon, looking for sympathy, support or anything like that. I’m merely feeling a sense of curiosity, relief and the desire to tell the world that there might just be a long overdue “label” or explanation for all the weirdness that has been ME for the last 39 years!

    I’ve always felt a bit different to everyone else and found things others seem to find simple a real challenge. Things like making friends, social events, school, large crowds, maintaining eye contact etc.. I’ve also shown signs of obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD). My family and friends regularly joke about me constantly tidying and organising stuff! I also seem to have mysterious talents doing things I’ve never trained for or studied, like running an IT business for the last 9 years! I’ve often been called aloof, arrogant and cold too but I’m not really. For the whole of primary school for example, I stood on my own in the same spot at lunch time. Every day for the best part of 8 years. I would have done the same in secondary school but preferred to cycle home instead. The school was damn far away and I only got a few mins at home to actually have lunch but it was better than staying among people. All these things are allegedly symptomatic of Asperger’s Syndrome or “Arse Burgers” syndrome as I like to call it. I’ve wondered over the years, although never in any great dept, if I might have some kind of mild mental deficiency. It would have explained a lot.

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    So I seen a link on Facebook a few months ago that got me wondering even more! It was a link to a generally well respected online Autism Spectrum Quotient (AQ) test, devised by Simon Baron-Cohen. I took the test a few times then and again just last weekend too prompted by some autism awareness training that I had to do as part of working with local kids. Stuff mentioned in the training sounded uncomfortably familiar to me. Anyway, having done the test a load of times now, answering as honestly as I possibly could, more honestly each time, I score around the 30 point mark give or take a point or 2 either way. A mark in that range is supposedly indicative of a “borderline autism spectrum disorder and possibly Asperger’s Syndrome.

    It was initially a little shocking to think that maybe I might have a recognised mental “disorder” but I’ve since relaxed into a sense of relief that I might now know what has caused a lot of stress in my life and generally made my life difficult. After all, knowing the source of a problem is the first step to fixing or dealing with it in some way. People who score in my range are advised to go to a local GP and request a referral to a proper consultant who can diagnose officially. I may or may not do that. I havn’t decided. I am aware that self diagnosis, especially involving the internet is not 100% wise but I feel that if it’s an explanation that works for me, then fine. Also, who is anyone to say that being different in this way is a “disorder”? Maybe all the normal people without these so called disorders are they ones who have the real disorder!?

    I reckon a lot of people in our modern society might score highly on the AQ test so I’m aware this could all be nonsense and I may be nothing more than a bit different or a bit shy and to be honest it’s something I feel I may have under control anyway considering I’ve found some kind of moderate success in life. I’m married, I have children, I run a business, I own my own home and car etc.. so I can’t say it’s been a real issue of late but there’s still days when I feel overwhelmed and feel like I just can’t function.

    Maybe the best thing that can happen as a result of all this is that the people who know me best might think twice about me now and be less offended by my weirdness.

    That is the reason for this blog post I guess.

    Leon

     
  • Leon 9:52 am on June 4, 2014 Permalink | Reply  

    Mary Agnes Hewson Quinn 

    In 2010 I wrote about  my Mother on the 10 year anniversary of her death. Today I’d like to mark 10 years since the death at 90 years old of another great woman in my life, my Granny, Mary Quinn. I lived with her, my Grandfather and my Mother in the same house for about 29 years pretty much from birth and she was the last of my immediate family to die when she passed away peacefully in Tallaght Hospital, June 4th 2004. I never met my father but I like to say I had two mothers instead.

    I remember not feeling very sad on hearing of her death. That came later. Rather I felt ‘cast adrift’ or abandoned in some way now that all of my immediate family had gone. And even though I had a partner at the time, I felt properly alone for the first time ever when she died. Almost like I’d lost another part of me. She spent the last 7 or 8 years of her life in Sally Park nursing home, Firhouse, where she had been given a special place after suffering long term depression for years before hand. She like my mother made many attempts on her own life including one infamous occasion where she was just about stopped from jumping out a hospital window a few stories up. I was also there the day we visited her to tell her the news of my mothers death and she looked straight at me. Into me. With deep sympathy and worry. It must have been awful for her at that stage of her life after what she’d been through herself with depression to be told a second daughter had died before her but she seemed to take it well.

    She found a little peace in her latter years in Sally park under their close supervision and I’m sorry I never got to visit her much there, especially after we moved to Leitrim. I found it very hard to visit her for all kinds of reasons that I don’t need to go into here, some silly and others important. Unfortunately, she was the only member of my immediate family that my wife ever got to meet and in granny’s customary style, she managed to insult her on our brief visit to the nursing home! It was a nasty habit she had.

    I’ve heard it said from other family members that knew her longer than me that she was a very cold, hard woman and showed very little affection to her own children as they grew up. Whether that was a symptom of the times or just her way I don’t really know but I remember her being affectionate to me and being much fun on many occasions such as the time she let me and my cousin tie her up with scarves and tights! We had many nice holidays away especially in Tramore, just me, her and my mother. I’ve been told she had a soft spot for me. Maybe I was like the son she never had or something having had only 5 daughters. I also remember she was great at giving advice and snippets of wisdom as only most older people can. One in particular was that you should “go out and tend to the garden” whenever you feel down. It really works. She would never have had much time for depressed people. She’d be the type to not tolerate it around her and tell you to pull yourself together and like my mother, it was some surprise that she succumbed so spectacularly to the disease herself although it didn’t totally get the better of her in the end.

    Like my mother and myself, my granny had a wicked sense of humor and a very dry wit that bordered on being insulting and annoying sometimes. She was a bit too honest too! I guess she handed down these traits to my mother and I. If there’s any wisdom or old fashioned values to be seen in me (and there are if my wife’s opinion of how I’m raising my kids is anything to go by!) then it’s my grandparents, in particular my granny that must get the ‘credit’.

    It’s also because of my Granny that we were able to setup in Leitrim and buy a house here. Who would have thought that old dump of a house in Crumlin we all spent so many unhappy years festering in would have bought such a nice house in which to raise my own happy family?

    As I wrote in your condolence book on the day of your funeral, “Thank you Granny”. For everything.

    Leon

    Mary Quinn

     
  • Leon 3:25 pm on September 15, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: croatia, dubrovnik, hvar, wedding abroad   

    Croatia – Hvar Trip 

    Just a little recount for posterity of our first holiday abroad in 7 years!

    The main reason for the visit to Croatia was to attend the wedding of my cousin Stephen who had proposed to his girlfriend Emma on the Croatian island of Hvar while watching the sunset one evening. They decided to go back to get married in a civil ceremony and avoid the usual church/hotel type affair. Good call guys! Long way to go for a wedding but we needed the break and nearly all of the extended family were going so I dipped into cash reserves and made it happen.

    The plane flew from Dublin to Dubrovnik and traveled along the Croatian/Dalmatian coast for the last leg of the journey. That was our first clue that Croatia was no ordinary country. I’ve never seen anything like it personally. Looking out the plane window I seen miles and miles of rocky, limestone mountains and probably thousands of  islands. A very fractured and oddly shaped country but very beautiful and striking.

    We landed and got off the plane directly onto the tarmac to feel our first proper sunshine in a long, long time! About 28 degrees it was. Unfortunately, the first experiences we had weren’t great, apart from the fabulous weather. Our coach driver for the journey to Hvar island got interrogated for about 30 mins at the airport then proceeded to bring us on a route he wasn’t supposed to, although it turned out to be probably the best way in the end. It took about 4 hours by road along the coast then a 1 hour ferry trip. We were convinced he was trying to screw us in some way and we would never get were we were going and indeed we came close enough to missing our ferry to the island because of him but it all worked out in the end.

    Hvar island and town is a quaint little place with a lovely rustic, old fashioned feel. Crystal clear sea waters, cobbled streets and wild heather abound but it has a kind of upmarket feel to it too, probably why Prince Harry was there just before us! The food, buildings  and culture were distinctly Italian themed and I found most of the restaurant menus to be a bit short on choice and lacking real Croatian food (whatever that is) so I was reduced to eating pizza all week! Not much fish on menus either considering we were on an island. We did have a great Croatian, bbq meal in the ‘Blidinje’ rooftop restaurant in Dubrovnik harbour on our last night though.

    The Adriatic sea seemed especially salty and buoyant – ideal for floating tan sessions! There were some incredibly expensive looking boats moored in the harbour and prices probably a little more expensive than Ireland although outside the resort in supermarkets etc, prices were much lower. We couldnt be arsed cooking though…

    After much of the the usual lounging around, tanning, sea swimming, hotel pool invading, al fresco dining and beer drinking, it was time to get on with the main event, the wedding. The civil service was held in the gardens of St Mark’s church. Very hot but lovely venue and ceremony. The wedding party then walked cobbled streets to a lovely restaurant overlooking the sea for a champagne drinks reception followed by a lovely 4 course dinner in another open air, balconied restaurant close by. We rounded off the day with a few beers and some skinny dipping down on the beach…as you do!

    I personally got back to my apartment at about 6am after guiding a very drunk bride and groom to their rooms then got up at 8am for an 8 hour ferry trip (on a battered old ship with no comforts) back to Dubrovnik for the plane home. Not wise!

    A short but memorable trip and a highly recommended destination in Hvar but try fly to Split to avoid extensive road and sea travel…unless you want to see a lot of the scenery! Buy beach shoes too as there’s no sand, just stones and rocks. And don’t expect decent internet..I found it very hard to come across free or decent wifi spots, even in Dubrovnik. Croatia is a tad behind the times..

    Here’s some pics!

    Leon

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  • Leon 12:18 am on July 8, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: listening, music   

    How I like to listen to Music 

    Most people like music yes? On the rare occasion I meet someone that doesn’t like music or doesn’t have a single cd, tape, mp3 or any of them old yokes I can’t remember the name of (joke!) or even any apparatus on which to play music, I tend to get very suspicious as to their mental stability. Lots of people listen to music casually while at work or while travelling and rarely ‘really’ listen to their music. For those of us music lovers, musicians, songwriters, etc for whom music is almost a religion or some kind of spirituality (me included), we tend to listen to music on a whole other level. Here’s what I like to do.

    Go into a quiet room by myself late at night with no distraction or external stimulus. All senses except hearing should be shut off. I put on my favorite artist, Bob Dylan, The Doors….something timeless and brilliant and play it loud. Not loud enough to hurt or have the police around but loud enough to fill the room, drown all other stimuli and cause the merest of vibrations at least. Headphones aren’t the same. Many times I’ve been brought to tears just doing this simple thing – really listening to beautiful music. Not because it’s sad or nostalgic in some way, just because the melody, harmony, beat, tone and sentiment are great enough to overwhelm my senses and emotion. Tears of joy I suppose..

    When I was in the band, we quite often deconstructed songs we wished to cover live. It might have been before Igot into computers because these days I’d just search for the tablature online but listening to a song over and over to try to get the lead guitar, bass or keyboard parts was a great education in how songs are written, built and recorded. I still listen to songs that way today and try to pick out each instrument and follow it along for the duration of the song. That’s why I say to people you could listen to a song 6 times in a row and have a completely new and great experience each time. Just listening to a great bassline can be hypnotic as can a cool drum beat. Listening to lead instruments can bring you on fantastic journeys and the whole thing together of course is just a symphony of color…even if it’s just a simple rock/pop song. Don’t even get me started on classical music!

    The musical part of a song is always what stands out for me and what I listen to first. I could be years listening to some tracks before I totally cop the lyrics and meaning of a song and I’m quite often blown away when I finally figure out what a song is actually about! I’m also a fan of music biographies and have read many from Jim Morrison’s to Clapton, Hendrix, Dylan, Lynott and Bono and knowing a bit about the background of a band or artist can bring yet another dimension to the song.

    If I could (and I have done in a past life..), I’d do noting else but listen to music forever..

    Leon.

     
    • Dean Davis 2:54 am on July 9, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      I listen to music 24 hours a day. When I don’t actually have music playing, it’s playing on shuffle in my head…constantly! It’s always been that way, for as long as I remember. I think it’s a combination of an obsession with music and ADHD, heh heh! It’s all good, either way…

      Don’t remember you being into music when we were younger. And when were you in a band?!

      • Leon 11:51 am on July 9, 2010 Permalink | Reply

        I’d say I only really got into it seriously around the early 90’s just after the Doors movie came out! I have a lot to thank Alan Keegan and Kim McKayed for, remember them? I taught myself guitar around 96/97 and got into a band called The End around 98. We played gigs in Eamonn Dorans (The Rock Garden), Slatterys of Capel Street (with Smiley Bolger) and a few other places. Played mostly 60’s rock covers and ended up as a totally Doors tribute band (my fault!). Click “The End” link on the right to hear us playing..more vids on http://www.youtube.com/frankfaller too. Was in a couple of other bands afterwards too but it all fizzeled out around 2002.

        Do you play yourself? We must meet up when you’re back…

  • Leon 2:00 pm on June 25, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: depression, suicide   

    My Mother, 10 Years Gone Today 

    On this day, 25th June 2000, my mother Noeleen Quinn, 52 years old, sat down in front of a train at Sandymount Dart station, Dublin and ended her own life. It was a life that had become unbearable in the previous 2 years and was the last in a long string of suicide attempts in that time as she desperately tried to get off the planet and find peace. It was a life that had never really found true happiness and one which, at the end, no person could reasonably be expected to endure for too long and retain any kind of sanity.

    My mother was a deep, thoughtful, intelligent, creative, artistic, well-travelled, nature-loving, strong-minded person with a quick wit and who didn’t take any shit from anyone. In many ways, the last person you would think who might commit suicide. In fact not long before she got depressed and while she and I were looking at a tv program about depression, she mentioned that she could never understand how anyone could kill themselves.

    She had found some kind of normality in the years leading up to her final bout of depression, successfully gaining a Degree in English and the History of Art from UCD in 1998 as a mature student. A great achievment for an early school leaver especially as she was caring for my similarly mentally unwell grandmother during studies.

    She graduated just months before a serious cancer scare which turned out to be the final straw that sucked the will to live from her. Despite successful surgery and getting the all clear, the post cancer treatment took its toll and she had a nervous breakdown. For the next 2 years she done everything she could to die, multiple drug overdoses, jumping in rivers, drinking and even burning. I also suspect based on marks I seen on her that during her stays at various different mental hospitals, she tried other common methods too.

    I lived with my mother through these years, just the 2 of us in a 2 up 2 down in Dublin and I still don’t have words to describe how horrible it was to see a normally strong minded and strong willed person completely lose their mind and will to live. The pressure and stress in trying to keep my mother alive and deal with her attempts were the hardest thing I’ve ever or possibly will ever have to endure and I’m not sure how I made it through. It seemed that every time I woke up or came home there was some dreadful situation to deal with. I think the only thing that got me through that period and prevented me from becoming another sad suicide statistic myself was my ability to shut off mentally and pretend I was somewhere else.

    They say that 2 of the hardest things to deal with in life are bereavement by suicide and the death of a child. My mother’s death was different. Strange as it sounds, the relief I felt when the guards came to the door on Sunday night June 25th 2000, was immense and still stays with me today. There comes a time when life becomes so hard that death seems like a better state and that’s how it was. Depression is a horrible living nightmare for all concerned and connected but none more so than for the person suffering it. You retain your intellect but are paralysed and weighed down by an unexplainable grief and apathy. The psychotic self-harming tendencies that can result from unsuccesfully treated and long term depression are very, very scary and nightmarish to deal with and I’ll never, ever forget what it was like to see my mother desperate to die and even begging me to kill her on occasions when she herself had failed. Killing yourself, as my mother found out is really not that easy.

    I’d known long before she died that the mother I knew and loved and that raised me had gone for good and I was left with a hideous, evil creature, possessed by a devilish disease of the mind. It was obvious to me that after so many different treatments had failed to cure my mother and after any friends and family she had had been scared off, that it was only a matter of time before she died. She really had little to live for. The only shocking aspect was the manner in which it happened. She mirrored the death of my Aunt Helen, my mother’s closest sister who also took her life on a train track in the 70’s and I think, something which my mother never got over fully.

    In the weeks and months that followed her death I had no option but to get on with my life. Bills had to be paid so I had to go out and get my first proper job and basically go out into the world and find/re-find myself. I had a little scare a year or 2 afterwards when I felt lonely and down and for a while I thought I was next in the family tradition to lose the plot but somehow, perhaps due to what I’d witnessed with my mother, I avoided that and managed my way eventually.

    I am proud of my mother for what she achieved in life and perhaps controversially I am proud of her for being brave enough to end her own life. In some ways I see what she done as a kind of sacrifice for my benefit as well as her own. I knew that she knew how badly her behaviour was affecting me and how much I was at breaking point. Her death allowed me to live and I haven’t look back since. She of course was the biggest benefactor of her actions and in this case the so called selfishness of suicide was fully justified and allowable in my opinion.

    I would like to take this opportunity ‘ma’, wherever you are, to thank you for all that you’ve done for me and for giving me the tools to succeed in life and to find the happiness you never did. I will keep you with me always and remember happier times and I will tell everyone who is interested, the many ways in which you were great. I will raise your beautiful grandchildren as you raised me, with an emphasis on learning, creativity, individuality, integrity, honesty, laughter and strength of character with a healthy dose of your cynicism thrown in too.

    Love,
    Your only Son and Child,

    Leon (Nooney Moon)

    Contact Aware for more info and support for Depression.

    Some photos of my Mother, Noeleen:

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    • Eddie 3:32 pm on June 25, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Hi Leon,
      That was a brave thing to write, I’m sure it was difficult but well done. Speaking about suicide still seems to be a taboo in this country even though its something that affects so many people. Its good to see people talking about the issue instead of choosing the easier option of ignoring and hiding from it.
      Eddie

    • Leon 4:24 pm on June 25, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks Eddie, it’s for those reasons precisely (taboo) that I chose to write this and also just to remember her. I’m sure it will make difficult reading for some.

      Can’t believe its been 10 years.

    • Lorraine 5:31 pm on June 25, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Hi Leon, you have done so well and your mum would be so proud of you. It is really nice to see these pictures of Noeleen. Thinking of you today L xxx

    • Steve Murphy 9:43 pm on June 25, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Very brave Leon, makes me very sad to read it, brought back some childhood memories, I was always remember her sense of humour.

    • Dean Davis 1:46 am on June 26, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Wow, I had no idea that your mother had passed, or in such a manner.

      That was a very powerful blog; you got your message across very affectively. Thanks for sharing it with us.

      I know your Mam is truly at peace now…and I hope you are too.

    • Orla 2:21 pm on June 26, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Leon,
      It broke my heart to read it but i’m so glad I did. You’re so beautiful to share that part of your life with people, I hope it helps others touched by suicide to see another out look on it. xxx
      Orla

    • Maria 1:54 am on June 30, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      A well loved gutsy, artisitic, intelligent mother to a well loved, gutsy, artistic, intelligent son (by the looks of this piece) This is a beautiful tribute to your mum and a tribute to the way she raised you. It seems that despite huge adversity you are doing well, and really thats so important. Thank you for sharing this, it’s wonderful and a stunning, beautiful tribute to your mums life. x

    • Martina 11:31 pm on August 6, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Leon

      Your mother was a wonderful person. Her suffering became too intense for her, and she could see no other way out. Suffering is a major mystery in this life but somehow it will benefit you because this is what she wanted, to love you, not to make you suffer, because of her. She is a major intercessor for you now. Well done for having the great courage to write about all of this. I hoped it helped you. It helped me enormously to read it. May she rest in eternal peace.

    • Audrey Delaney 11:40 pm on August 11, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Leon,

      You have a deep understanding of what depression is and you’re extremely accurate in your descriptive terms. I instantly got absorbed in your analysis and your portrayal to anyone reading this made it easy to understand, yet very detailed in an absolute, matter of fact, common sense way of explaining your wonderful mothers state of mind and pain.. I for one could relate to it like a blue print.

      On a personal level I was deeply moved reading this and choked with tears for both Noeleen and you. You have a great perspective, an open mind, a very mature and rational attitude of what its like to be in the blackest of black places, one can ever find themselves in, all without judgment. Of course you have had your low days. Clearly you have a survivors spirit and optimistic outlook. I believe you are someone others can gain from and learn to deal with anger or search for reasons having been effected by both depression and the all to often detrimental result of suicide.

      Your empathy for your mother generously out weighs your own feelings but from what I have read it seems to have also helped you come to terms with her decision. The relief you felt was a natural reward in itself a tool to keep you strong. I have no doubt the pain is there still.

      I for one am proud to be your friend and feel privileged you would share this sensitive and personal story. Man can conquer continents but we have yet to conquer the mind.

      Warmest thoughts and admiration

      Audrey

    • Karen 3:01 pm on August 17, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      As I am reading this I have just come off the phone with me brother in Cork, (I am in Dublin), and he is deciding whether to live or die. I have been through this so often with him and have been begging him to go to a doctor or hospital. I am resigned that I can do no more and I hope so much that he chooses life and gets better, but I also know that no person could bear the pain he is in. It hurts so much that I can do no more. Thank you for your story.

    • Denise 12:10 pm on September 3, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      WOW! Just going through an “episode” with my mam at the moment. She suffers from Bi-Polar and it just breaks my heart to see that you can only try to listen and have patience with this horrible disease. It is very hard to try to come to terms with not being able to help and for others to realise that too. Well done you – as a mother myself I know she would be so proud of you. Thank you so much for writing this as I know with me and I am sure with others it is nice to know your not alone.

    • Caroline 11:17 pm on June 25, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      I never comment on blog posts but was moved to tears when I read this post this morning. It is beautifully written and so very brave of you to share such a personal story.

      Thank you for sharing Noeleen’s story.

  • Leon 10:46 pm on December 10, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: christianity, christmas   

    Christmas and Religion 

    Dilemma!? Half of me hates going along with all the usual Christmas shite and letting myself get carried away on the cheesy and neverending marketing wave that usually results in me spending, eating and drinking needlessly. The other half (my inner child) harks back to when Christmas meant something and was magical and I just want to get decorations up, get carols on and be merry!

    Another dilemma is that I’m so non-religious its unreal having been brought up atheist and un-christened. This link partly explains why, Christians, please don’t click! So my decision should really be made for me as to whether I celebrate it or not but what can you do, be a scrooge and be the only one in your extended family who doesn’t take part!? I wouldn’t be allowed.

    Oh and someone please write some new Christmas tunes, maybe Radiohead should come up with a suitably morose tune for the times thats in it!

    Leon.

     
  • Leon 2:12 pm on November 26, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: alexandra burke, diana vickers, ruth lorenzo,   

    X Factor 

    I’ve no choice but to watch this show each year as my partner is in charge of the tv but its decent tele when you get into it. If you just ignore the over emotion and tears and focus on the songs and talent then you’ll get through it! My favorite is Sexy Ruth and Sexy Diana (please put your hand down or you’ll be mistaken for a puppeteer!) but I reckon Alexandra is the best singer.

    Any chance of a Doors night!?

     
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