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A Golden Age Of Now And Then March 23, 2009

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The Masses On Dawson Street for the Grand Slam Homecoming

The Masses On Dawson Street for the Grand Slam Homecoming

I don’t think there is anything I can add to the paragraphs and paragraphs which have been and will continue to be written about the Miracle Of The Millenium Stadium. The manner in which the mythic Grand Slam was won by Ireland yesterday made it all the more emotional. To be so close to clinching a historic victory only to stare into the abyss of despair right at the moment of triumph – the human capacity for emotional yo-yoing was seriously tested. To witness Bernard Dunne seal a world title a few hours later simply reinforced the old adage: What’s seldom is wonderful. Ireland is such a small country, our triumphs so unlikely as to be so much sweeter. It was a joy to be on Dawson Street today to welcome the team and coaches home – as Jack Kyle said yesterday, they will always be Grand Slam winners, just like him.

Oh, and my €10 bet with Manus on the outcome of the Premier League this year remains very much still on – Liverpool 5-0 Aston Villa. Hot on the heels of the demolition of ManYoo in their Theatre Of Nightmares last week, it just makes you wonder how we’re still behind in this chase. I blame Hull, Fulham, West Ham, ‘Boro, etc.

I watched a beautiful documentary on the late, great Anna Manahan tonight – stuck in the graveyard slot by RTE, like most of their best broadcasts. Filmed 4 years ago, the piece was rerun in tribute to the actress who died two weeks ago. It was a wonderfully simple documentary, meandering about Anna’s past and present, showing a stage great in her eighties, the weight of parts played, loves lost, years gone by. She reminded me a lot of my grandmother, that generation of Irish ladies in particular who speak plainly yet poetically, who grew up with “a certain type of way of behaving”, who ask why you won’t have tea, who delve into the immeasurable recesses of their memories to pick out a name, a place, a story they thought they’d lost. Watching her shocked reaction in the footage of her Tony Award win for “The Beauty Queen Of Leenane” brought a tear to my eye. To see someone who has lived such a long life and had such a successful career still living with her two brothers in a modest house, still revelling in afternoons spent in her garden staring at the sky or talking to her near-blind cat, it has a different emotional impact to sporting euphoria. It makes you think about how we deal with life, how we approach age, how we think about those older than ourselves. Anna spoke of having bought the plot next to her eldest sister’s grave years ago in preparation for her

The trophy in safe hands with Messrs. O'Driscoll and Kidney.
The trophy in safe hands with Messrs. O’Driscoll and Kidney.

own passing – a sort of pragmatism peculiar to those who have been schooled for half a century in the theatre, for those who lived a generation or two away from this, for those who probably witnessed that last Grand Slam triumph, 61 years ago.

Advent Calendar Post #10: BBC Sports Personality Of The Year and A Legend Says Goodbye December 14, 2008

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While our own Padraig Harrington was never going to win the BBC Overseas Sports Personality award in a category alongside Michael Phelps and winner Usain Bolt, it was fitting that Chris Hoy won the top award in Liverpool today. Despite the drug cheats and moments of shame, the Olympic Games still have an enormous power to delight and inspire us. In Beijing, Usain Bolt had the world smiling; it was impossible not to wonder at the exploits of Michael Phelps; the Irish boxers made us immensely proud; and, while the ceaseless British trumpeting of “Team GB” could get a little overpowering at times, the plaudits for the British Cycling Team were thoroughly merited.
The cyclists won three awards tonight: Coach of the Year, Team of the Year and, in Hoy, there could be few more deserving of the title Sports Personality of the Year. With three gold medals, the quiet Scot is the essence of sheer determination and professionalism. He is an inspiration not just to British youngsters but to any aspiring athlete. Hoy is not flashy; he shies away from the celebrity status which many sportsmen crave. He performs to the very highest standard in a sport which receives little attention yet which exerts immense physical pressure. Hoy’s victory today – a recognition of a year of victories – reminds us that, while the glamorous “mainstream” sports like football, rugby, golf and tennis occupy the majority of the back pages, there are a whole range of sports which require equal if not more superhuman effort. Chris Hoy’s victory is a victory for the “small” sports which have many unsung big heroes.

In Dubai today, the greatest golfer on the planet retired. If it was the greatest male player, Tiger Woods, it would be a front-page story. But this player is the brilliant Annika Sorenstam, the most elegant, successful and compelling lady golfer of the last 20 years and it barely makes shakes on the back pages. This lady is a force of nature, having won 90 tournaments worldwide since she turned pro 16 years ago including 10 majors and completing the career Grand Slam when she won the British Open in 2003. She became the first – and so far only – lady golfer to shoot 59 in 2001. She has 8 LPGA Tour money list titles, an astonishing 24 points in Solheim Cup competition and a whole host of awards over a glittering career. She also became the first female player to play in a PGA Tour event in nearly 60 years (since Babe Zaharias) when she competed at Colonial in 2003.  That same year she appeared in the Skins Game, a money-making event usually reserved for 4 PGA Tour players, where she finished 2nd. She is the only PGA or LPGA player to win the same event 5 years in a row and the only LPGA player to win the same major in 3 consecutive years. In 2005 she won 11 of 21 events entered, despite the end of her marriage to David Esch.

I could go on. If you want an idea of the immensity of Annika Sorenstam’s achievement, check out her Wikipedia page – it’s a small insight into the career of a golfing giant. With her huge success in the game, it is amazing that Sorenstam has decided to call it a day at age 38 but it was fitting that she closed her career with a birdie on the 18th hole and another top-10 finish. No player has dominated the female game quite like Sorenstam and, like Woods in the men’s game, she has revolutionised how the world views the lady’s game. She is a true sporting great and, were it not for her sex, she would be one of the names that trips of everyone’s tongue. It has been a pleasure to watch Annika Sorenstam’s star rise and shine in the golfing firmament. 16 short years but what a 16 years. Ní bheidh a leithéad ann arís.

Advent Calendar Post #9: Not-So-Dull Hull and ‘Allelujah Alexandra December 13, 2008

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Liverpool. I give up. There really is no team like them. 2-0 down after twenty minutes against Hull – at Anfield, I might add – and stormed back to 2-2 thanks largely to the footballing equivalent of a kick up the arse from Steven Gerrard. With a barnstorming display, the Reds were level by half-time and, by all accounts, should have been three or four goals ahead. The onslaught continued in the second half. A victory seemed assured. The goal that would seal it was surely coming.
No. Yet again. For the fourth time this year. A draw at Anfield against a team Liverpool should beat. Just when it looked like the wheels were back on the wagon with two 3-1 wins over Blackburn and PSV, Liverpool showed they still need to find the formula. This season has many games to go – Arsenal and Man United both drew today as well – but if Liverpool want to win the league, this simply must end. New Years resolution: Win games when they are there to win.
On a different note – a musical one, if you will – I turned on “The X-Factor” final today and, I must admit, the lure of human emotion and great music worked its magic. Aside from the constant self-congratulation of the production and the repetition upon repetition of “Carmina Burana” and Dermot O’Leary’s stock lines, the real stars were Eoghan Quigg, JLS and the eventual winner Alexandra Burke who were all superb. I began thinking “Oh, an Irishman” supporting Eoghan; I followed with a conversion to the harmony and ready-made star quality of JLS; however, with a stunning duet with Beyoncé and a heart-rending version of what I initially thought a disastrous choice of winner’s single, “Hallelujah”, Alexandra proved she was a worthy winner. JLS should and surely will have a long career in showbusiness, but Alexandra’s tears at the end of the show were enough to melt even the most hardened of anti-reality TV hearts!

Advent Calendar Post #8: Counting Down And Out December 12, 2008

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An era ended today. For 26 years, Channel 4’s “Countdown” has been a mainstay of the afternoon television schedule and one of the most beloved and universal shows on our screens. From the youngest children who learn about numbers and letters to the teenagers just in from school, from the students dodging lectures to the housewives on a tea-break, from the pensioners keeping their brains active to the legions of fans who have followed the show since the beginning, everyone knows and most love “Countdown”. And anyone who knows “Countdown” knows Carol Vorderman.
Vorderman is a Cambridge graduate and a chess grandmaster who became the first female face to appear on Channel 4 on its very first day of broadcasting in 1982. In tandem with her partner in crime, the late Richard Whiteley, they set about building not just a programme, but an institution – not that they ever imagined they were doing so! The pair exuded a sense of warmth and fun, endeavouring to make the show always “kind and innocent”. When Whiteley died in 2005, Vorderman guided both Des Lynam and Des O’Connor through their stints in the chair. The original “Thinking Man’s Crumpet”, Carol has lined up the letters and solved sums for 4,500 shows, proving that beautiful women can be smart too!
Primary school finished at 3:40 each day in Kildare town. Our mother would collect Killian and me and would often make a stop at our Granny’s house on the way home – it’s only across a field from our own house and it’s where the stud farm which my mother manages is. On the days when my mother wasn’t free to collect us, Granny herself would pick us up. We didn’t have any of “The Channels” on our TV at home in those days, but Gran did, including Channel 4. Thus we were brought up on a diet of tea and figrolls, a warm fireplace in the sitting room, and staple, brain-building television in the form of “15 to 1″ followed by “Countdown”. Richard Whiteley and Carol Vorderman became familiar figures and the “Countdown” family became a reason to bring our family together.
Carol Vorderman has not had the easiest personal life, enduring two divorces. She still lives with her mother, the person who sent in the application form for her daughter to appear on the show in the first place. But for 26 years she has been a friendly face and a source of fun. She deserves her MBE for helping people to understand how she found numbers to be her friends and contributing to the mental wellbeing of us all. One cannot resist a warm and fuzzy feeling brought on by the sound of the “da-da, da-da, da da da da, BONG” of the “Countdown” theme music. From next year, Jeff Stelling of Sky Sports will move into the host’s chair with Rachel Riley, an unknown Oxford graduate replacing Carol in “the one cool maths job around”. That job has been made cool by Carol Vorderman who will always be irreplaceable.
Des O’Connor noted how touched he was by one of the tea-time teaser anagrams today being DESOSONG (Goodness). But there appears to have been a more touching in-joke in the conundrum today, which read ERACLOSES (Solution: Casserole).  Call me a geek, but CASSEROLE is also the closest thing to CAROL-LESS as you can get (cut those top two crossbars off the second E and you’re there). After today, our lives will be Carol-less, as far as our afternoons go anyway. It was hard work holding back the tears watching Vorderman weeping as she wished everyone goodbye – it’s one of those moments that make you appreciate the little things in life, the small things you take for granted. Familiarity didn’t breed contempt but content in the case of Carol Vorderman on “Countdown”. Rachel Riley has a tough act to follow and, after a quarter of a century at the top, Carol will always be the Countdown Queen. The words will always be “Consonant please, Carol”.

Advent Calendar Post #3: Frost and Funniness December 7, 2008

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10:30am this morning, I left my apartment and almost immediately skidded 20 metres along the pavement before colliding with a lamp-post which, while extremely painful in the face area, almost certainly saved my life by stopping me from skidding out into the oncoming traffic.
Ok, I hyperbolise. I nearly lost my footing at one point. But it was frosty this morning. That’s my point. The sort of frost which leaves glassy puddles to be cracked pleasingly underfoot. The sort of frost which gives the grass the appearance of moulded Play-Doh which grabs and preserves your footprint. The sort of frost which dusts the world and gives even the hardest heart a slight thrill at the simple magical appearance of it all. I really want it to snow.
When I finally dragged myself indoors, I sat down to watch “The Simpsons” this evening. I know there are snobs out there who deride the newer episodes. Even I have found “Family Guy” a refreshing shot in the arm of TV cartoon comedy – given I’ve never liked “South Park” or “King Of The Hill”. But there is still something about animation’s First Family which never fails to make me smile and regularly sends me into uncontrollable laughter. Tonight was no different, and Homer came out with one particular gem: Marge expressed reservations about their qualifications to work as a pair of marriage counsellors, at which the big man retorted: “We’ve gone through more trouble than the Jews and Charlie Brown put together”. Still pure genius.
Glove Watch: Still no purchase, but soon. I’m gravitating towards lined leather.

Stephen Fry Conquers America November 27, 2008

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Turn on the TV these days and you are likely to discover yet another unwashed ”celebrity” trying to get out of wherever the hell they have been plonked – and it’s never a location far enough away from this planet for my liking. You may well discover a wannabe popstar having their dreams mercilessly crushed (deservedly or otherwise) or a wannabe West End star being yelled at (praise or abuse, who knows?) by John Barrowman. There is no shortage of home improvement programmes which will tell us the best colour to paint that pesky radiator cover or cookery programmes which will show us what the grey mush we have syringed from our saucepan ought to look like. And, of course, there are those searing exposé programmes: “Britain’s Worst Toilet”, “Can Fat Teens Hunt” and, my favourite, ”100 Greatest TV Ads” – all, including the last, interspersed, naturally, with ad breaks, those parasites upon the parasite.

Amidst the dross and the drivel, you do happen across the occasional gem. Channel 4’s “Shameless” is the one drama series that has held my attention over an extended period of time. The institution that is “Have I Got News For You?” with its institutions-within-the-institution, Ian Hislop and the brilliant Paul Merton, is nearly 20 years old and never ceases to make me laugh. The loss of Dermot Morgan ensures we treasure every “Father Ted” episode as a nugget of pure gold. RTE’s documentary and sports departments have a habit of surprising with consistently good productions. Golf with Peter Alliss and “Match Of The Day” are jewels in the BBC’s crown.

And just recently, I had the extreme joy and pleasure of following the beautifully-filmed and incomparably-presented “Stephen Fry In America”. This 6-part series, hosted by the man most deserving of the title “National Treasure”, took the viewer on a journey through each one of the 50 states that make up the USA. Fry steered his trusty black cab across the “Lower 48″ before flying to Alaska and Hawaii, trying to encapsulate the vastness and diversity of America in 6 hours.

The amazing thing is that he succeeds. The photography team behind the series deserve the highest of praise, as their pictures make the viewer ooh-and-ahh just as Fry does at the very “American” attitude of nature in the states - its unashamed brashness, grandeur and ceaseless ability to amaze and impress. He brings us into the depths of a coal mine and soaring over the evergreen national parks in a hot air balloon; he swims with sharks and walks among buffalo; he is not afraid to express his distaste for glitzy Miami or his sheer wonder at the bleak majesty of Hawaii’s newest island, new America literally emerging from the ocean every hour.

Fry’s Odyssey is somewhat Joycean - he attempts to capture the uncapturable by allowing us to sample the best and worst and everything in between, from the delight of a real chilli-dog to the sickliness of a body farm. Joyce bottled Dublin in Ulysses, saving its sights, sounds and smells to be sampled and rebuilt by readers for all eternity. Walt Whitman before him tried to record the tune of his country by singing the song of himself. Stephen Fry, an Englishman, an outsider, has recorded America’s past, present and future in a TV series, 6 hours which comprise a true work of art, a stunning televisual experience.

Television very often displays the ability to disgust and desensitise us. Thanks be to God who formed the vast variety of the United States for Stephen Fry and the team behind “Stephen Fry In America” who proved to us that television is not only a media outlet or a worldwide wall to be graffitied and pissed on, but it can be an artform, and one of extreme beauty too.

Oh, and the entire series is available on DVD. Now you know what I want for Christmas…