No one likes to go into oblivion without being remembered-holocaust survivor Regina Spiegal
A few scream and wail like soiled spoiled children falling on their ice-creams.
The latter brings to mind a self-centred Irish writer (is there any other type)awhile ago. Someone called Nuala O’Faoilainn who with far less eloquence and far too much time gave a rant on her prospect of dying to her friend. Not just any friend. Her amiga happened to be the part-time weekend-work only please wealthy wiley Marian Finucane on the wireless. The latter gave the former plenty time to cry on the national airways.
Yet there was a bright side. One was going away forever!
Now if only the Marians Miriams Marys Michaels Martys Unas Clodaghs Clares* and one Keelin would follow or just go away permanently. *I use the annoying ‘footballers plural’ as the object of my ire deserve nothing more.