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WebMa's Interests
General
WebDesign & Powerboats, Bulmers Cider-Summer, Guinness-Winter. Hot Jameson-Storms. Tommy cooper, Morcombe& Wise, Nial Toibin. Reading horror books in bed with a good hot whiskey! Going on the piss with a big wallet! Or Your Credit Card! And as Yeats would say- a few days dedicated to "the drunken-man's praize of sobriety",- Mugs of Lyons Tea and Fig-Rolls.
Music
Horslips, U2, Thin Lizzey,Westlife,
Siney Crotty
A Famous Sean-Nos singer from Kilbaha County Clare
A Few of his recordings:
Farewell to Lissycasey: The Traditional Music of County Clare
The title track itself, Farewell to Lissycasey, is one of the four songs on this compilation and also one of the best tracks overall, a song sung perfectly by Siney Crotty.
Siney Crotty rec by Roly Brown, Ross, Co Clare c1976-7: TOPIC 12- TS-369 "Lovely Mary to the sea do not go")
Siney Crotty's Tune" /"Going to the Well for Water
Siney Crotty's / The Noon Lasses
THE UNSUSPECTING PUBLIC, www.Steve Wickham.ie,The Chieftans,Bob Marley+the Wailers,T. Rex,The WaterBoys,Sean McGuire,- Kieran Hanrahan's - Celei-Night - Radio RTE, Sharaon Shannon, Seamus McLaughlin's Tree-Tops
Movies
EVERLASTING PIECE.
Staring my favourite Actor, Reverend DES BRADEN!
co -star:Billy Connolly. my favourite hair dresser!
and ..Mr. Bean.
Television
http//:www.oceanfm.ie
Click,Top of the Pops,RTENews.
Books
History and Thrillers connected to SLIGO.
Pirate & Horror, WBYeats,JB Keane,Veronica Burns,Joe McGowan,John C McTernan,Thomas O'Crohan,Seamus Heaney,Brendan Behan,Frank Delaney,Niel Jordan.
'I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And time runs on,' cried she.
'Come out of charity,
Come dance with me in Ireland.'
One man, one man alone
In that outlandish gear,
One solitary man
Of all that rambled there
Had turned his stately head.
That is a long way off,
And time runs on,' he said,
'And the night grows rough.'
'I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And time runs on,' cried she.
'Come out of charity
And dance with me in Ireland.'
'The fiddlers are all thumbs,
Or the fiddle-string accursed,
The drums and the kettledrums
And the trumpets all are burst,
And the trombone,' cried he,
'The trumpet and trombone,'
And cocked a malicious eye,
'But time runs on, runs on.'
I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And time runs on,' cried she.
'Come out of charity
And dance with me in Ireland.'
