Ciaran’s Peculier [sic] Blog

Lately I’ve received lots of emails asking me what’s wrong. Why are so many of my posts taken up with gardening and herbs, to the exclusion of commentary about things in Cavan. The truth is I’ve wanted to devote my energies to pleasant things, to the exclusion of the pea brained bastards of Cavan who leave the pleasant Cavan landscape, at its most beautiful at this time of year, covered with the rodent-like casts of their intellectual banality.

 But unfortunately the foul stench of Cavan’s petty filth invades my nostrils. I learned through a friend of a friend that the Cumann Seannchais Breifne was holding a meeting where the speaker was Micheal Mac Craith OFM from Galway. Now as one of Co. Cavan’s most qualified and experienced historians (this sticks in their craw) I might have expected to have received notification of this event, rather than learning of it third hand. But sadly one of the top honchos in that organisation is an insecure and envious little jerk-off pipsqueak. This meeting was no doubt held in the Ballyjamesduff bomitarium.

 The talk, which I know was excellent, was on the Franciscans, a worthy topic. But it seems too redolent of the days when the C.S.B. was the plaything of the former Bishop of Kilmore, Francis “Frankie goes to Hollywood” McKiernan, when the society’s talks were dominated by discussion of priests and primary teachers. Given that the status of the priesthood has been so badly damaged by the actions of the priesthood’s aberrant members, I am confident that to the general public, the continuing obsession with the clergy must seem inappropriate.

 Rumours abound that the talented Dr Snott is engaged in writing two books. Is one of them a Festchrift (a book of commemorative essays) to the memory of Dr McKiernan? I doubt very much if I will be invited to contribute (my article in Jim Lydon’s Festchrift is one of the most significant of my papers).  Were I to be asked I would have to decline on the grounds that I was barred from so doing by a confidentiality clause aka gagging order imposed upon me in the 1970s. I can’t no how Dr Snott finds the time, with his hectic schedule which includes giving public lectures to the blind and partially-sighted.