Ciaran’s Peculier [sic] Blog

A view of the world from an Irish hole

Trouble in paradise

The foreign ministryt of the usually tranquil and sedate Central Asian republic of Turkmenistan has stated that this paradise on earth has seen heavy fighting in the north of the Stalinist / Las Vegas capital Ashgabat, in which about twenty policemen were killed. Who would be unhappy in this state, not unlike Ireland, where all but the most important hospitals and schools in the capital have been closed and most have to eke out a subsistence existence? Early reports spoke of Islamic militants, but then the Foreign ministry spoke of a criminal gang linked to drug smuggling. Islam has traditionally been fairly weak here, far more so than in neighbouring Uzbekistan. The prayer leaders are appointed and paid by the government and must pray for the health of the president and the memory of his predecessor (father?) the great if tiny Turkmenbashi. The country is known to be on the transport route for Afghani heroine, but it has been for years with the connivance of the authorities, so why should things flarre up now, unless the traffickers refused to pay higher bribes to the police to look the other way.

This is worrying for president Gurbanguly Berdymukhamedov (that’s his name). It is enough to give him a serious bout of toothatche, which he, as a qualified dentist, is probably in a good position to alleviate.

But the fact remains this sort of thing never happened during the era of Turkmenbashi. The only violence to occur was meted out, fairly liberally, by the police to the few people brave enough to put their heads above the ramparts. He has obviously taken his eye off the switch. The question is: where will it end? Maybe Turkmenbashi’s larger-than-life statue in Central Square will stop moving.

Well done Jason

Everyone on the island of Ireland is delighted by the success of Jason Smyth at the Paralympics in Beijing. One gold would be great but two is mega! Keep up the great work!

Football match stopped by crowd trouble

Cavan was host to scenes of rowdiness and hooliganism on an unprecedented scale last week following the Derby five-a-slide game between Knockbride Knights and Ballyduff’s Museum Morons. A tense mood predominated throughout the first half but the trouble started at half time when Knockbride Knights’ striker (back after a prolonged illness) approached the Morons’ goal mouth and threw the contents of a small sack into it. These included animal bones, bird feathers, used toilet roll, as well as charred pieces of wood and scorched orange peel. Their deposition was accompanied by an incomprehensible diatribe delivered in a high-pitched effeminate voice. All of this was interpreted as witchcraft by the Morons, who surrounded the Knights’ man and gave him a good beating, causing him to shit himself visibly. His team mates ran to his assistance and a thoroughgoing melee ensued. Meanwhile fighting between rival fans has broken out in the terraces. A local garda attempted to separated the combatants but was hit by a sharp object thrown by the crowd in the groin. He was rendered unconscious but has since made a full recovery, though any plans he might have had about being a father have been dashed. Meanwhile local members of the Civil Defence, fire brigade and YMCA fired a mixture of tear gas and piss supplied by the County Council into the crowd, causing a rash of coughing and farting and setting off a stampede towards the toilets in which a number of people were injured. Later on the centre of Ballyduff resembled a war zone with rival gangs launching sporadic attacks on one another. A terrified resident who spoke on conditions of strict anonymity was certain as to what had provoked the trouble. “It’s all them fuckin farners an’ black bastards. Ya can’t even get a daysent plate o’ shite annymore here since the Percy French was closed.”

(It goes without saying that, like all reports of football matches in Cavan, I am not the author of the above but have filched it from its real author who will most definitely remain unknown.)

… Now whooze he gettin’ at there?

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