Philip Nolan

It’s a bank holiday, and RTÉ One has made no concession beyond a 30-minute doc about a panto dame.
Where’s the film after the news?
At the least, it could have done a BBC1 and shown E2 of These Sacred Vows. It’s on the Player anyway.
Oh, well - Silent Witness is back at 9pm, tonight and tomorrow…

Isn’t blowjob a corruption of ‘below’ job? The act itself requires the very opposite of blowing! 🤔

Front page of Thursday’s Irish Daily Mail with headline about Trump’s deal on Greenland, and promo about why women should have a secret stash of their own cash.

Hoping Trump was just bluffing was “the tack Europe’s leaders took for too long - that somehow this vainglorious vulgarian only was obsessed with turning the Oval Office as gilded as Nefertiti’s tomb…”
- You can read me (if you wish!) in Thursday’s Irish Daily Mail

Thanks very much! It’s nice to see more money is due - it’s in need of a little TLC!

You too, Joules, and the hound!

I’ve wanted to go here for ages, and finally was taken today by my elder sister - the 1935 De La Warr Pavilion in Bexhill-On-Sea. Her, my younger sister, and I had lunch. A lovely way to end Christmas!

“Death had been shown the door, but he was reluctant to go through it just yet…”

- For those of you interested, you can read Part One of the story of my stroke in tomorrow’s @IrishMailSunday

You too, Rachel! Say hi to S and P for me, and have a great Christmas, all of you. I have a way to go, but a year hopefully will make a difference! Px

Me standing up at the fireplace.

People have asked how I’m doing since I had a stroke in Rome in April. I had four months in hospital, and I had to learn to walk again. I have a way to go, but I’m good, thank you. Happy Christmas to all!

Christmas in Ireland continues until January 6 - Little Christmas, also known as Nollaig na mBan (Women’s Christmas), when women celebrate together and leave family and home to the men!

I’m good, thanks, Denise. I have a long way to go, but I’m mobile, which is a start. I can’t feel temperature on the right side, but I hope I’ll get there. I’m off to England for Christmas, first flight since the stroke. Fingers crossed. Happy Christmas to you!

Hi, Marcus - I hope you’re well!

The majority of the world calls it soccer.

For the last time, soccer is a British English word, dating from the 19th century. It comes from the ‘soc’ in ‘association’. It was used to differentiate from rugby football (“rugger”). British exceptionalism at its finest. You know there’s also Gaelic football, American football, Aussie rules, etc?

I’m good, thanks, Philip. Not wild about my reliance on others to get out, because I’m a very independent person, but I have no choice at the moment, and everyone has been good to the point of exceptional! A year will hopefully see a big difference.

Life will never be the same again, but I’ll make a new one!

Life is weird. Just the other day, I was posting elsewhere about Giorgio Armani’s death, and the Duomo in Milan. Today, I find a bag of photos, and there are a few I’ve never seen before. Like my late father in 1955, aged 25, outside the, er, Duomo…

It’s far from perfect, but given the fact I effectively was paralysed three months ago, I’m grateful for walking again, splint and all. Arm has a bit to go, and I need practice outdoors, but improving every day. Physio and occupational team here in Enniscorthy are terrific! #StrokeRecovery

It’s hard to over-estimate the influence of Tom Lehrer on those of us who have a dark sense of humour. He came and he went, young and at the top of his game, and in doing so cemented his legend forever. Clever chap. He died yesterday at 97, and remains as relevant today as ever.

Best wishes to you two too, Rachel! xx

I’m really bored at when no one is calling, all right!

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I weigh about half what I used to - I had a haircut today, the first in three months! 🤣 Who says there aren’t good people in the world, by the way? My regular Turkish barber in Gorey (thanks, #BabySis, for taking me there) refused to take a cent. 👏

Hiya, Pat! I hope all is good with you!

Thanks, Colm. I was in Rome to cover Pope Francis’s funeral, but I never made it. The office and my brother got me home on a private jet. It’s been quite the journey, but I’ll get there!

I’ve had a stroke, I’m afraid. In rehab hospital In Enniscorthy. It’ll be a while yet until I cook!

Not home yet - I haven’t been for over nine weeks!

Well, stroke update. I can prop myself up in bed, drink from a cup or glass, and ‘sign’ my name with the ‘bad’ arm. I can wear jocks, not a nappy. I can walk with a walker. This week, I’ll lose the catheter, and transfer to a car as a passenger. Onwards!

a man with long hair and a beard is smiling and saying thank you . ALT: a man with long hair and a beard is smiling and saying thank you .

The cards and gifts keep coming! I promise I’ll reply to all when I can use my right hand again. Typing with my left still takes a LOT of time! Thank you all - it has made a huge difference, and your messages meant so much. 🙂

I wonder why air incident investigators need a black box, and two years to piece together an aircraft, when Sid from the Happy Valley Caravan Park in Greater London already has worked it all out…