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A home of our own II

A good reason for having a child is that you can blame any form of inactivity on them. And that’s the last time I’ll ever use the word ‘inactivity’ in relation to my son, who is wreaking havoc around me as I type . . . but I digress. Haven’t shaved in a week? Haven’t the time because of the boy! Living off takeaways when mommy isn’t around? Haven’t the time because of the boy! Reduced blogging activity? Haven’t the time because of the boy!

None of those things is fair. I could shave, cook and blog regularly if I were so inclined. However, it is fair to say that your priorities change, and while shaving and cooking remain important, spending money on a website, even the relatively trivial amount that self-hosting costs, does feel like an extravagance.

Therefore this is the last post (and chorus, do-do-do-do) on comeonthedeise.ie. I’ll be picking things up again on deiseach.wordpress.com. Thank you to Alpha Design for putting me up/up with me for the last four years, and hopefully we’ll see a few of you back on the other side.

Comment is free, but facts are sacred

Comments are few and far between on this website. At the time of writing there are only 263 262. That’s not very many for seven years worth of blogging, especially when you consider nearly half of them will be me replying to a comment. Most of the comments have been complimentary, or at the very least civil, and while a few have been abusive you’ve got to accept that a site founded on partisanship is going to ruffle a few feathers, no matter how much I want to avoid that.

However, when someone is using this space to make false accusations against me, the time has come to clarify matters.

The background to this is a snide comment I received saying I had deleted an article to save my blushes. Not only is this self-evidently ridiculous – if I were to go around deleting everything that made me look foolish there’d be nowt but tumbleweed on the site – but I was able to locate the article that contained what was the most likely source of this person’s ire. I emailed them, directing them to the offending article and advised that they might like to change their tune in the light of the new facts.

No reply has been forthcoming. If nothing else, this is rude. And it has made me realise that, for the avoidance of confusion and unnecessary to-ing and fro-ing, a comments policy is in order. It’s a simple one, inspired by a blogger who proceeds under the monicker of Bock the Robber. Bock is a bit angry to be a regular part of my internet usage. That doesn’t mean I think he’s wrong to be angry, just that it’s not for me. His comments policy though is a masterpiece of clear thinking. You can read it here. The essence of it is this:

  1. You can say what you like, but I don’t have to give it space here.
  2. I don’t have to explain why I won’t accept a comment, and no correspondence will be entered into on the subject.

Now you know.

Hah, hah, hah, hah, stayling alive, staying alive

On the morning of the drawn match against Cork, I surfaced to find myself with double vision. After staggering around Dublin like a drunken sailor and watching the match with one eye closed (not such a bad state of affairs, the sensory deprivaton reduced the trauma), I returned to Waterford and attended Specsavers in City Square on the Monday. They sent me straight to Ardkeen where I got progressively weaker over a number of days and was diagnosed with Guillain-Barré Syndrome.

Hear Dan Roar!, August 2007

Glad to report that I’m making a decent recovery, as you can see from the photo taken moments after the win over Cork, accompanied by the christened-earlier-in-the-day (honestly!) Dan the Déise Cub. I should note that I received first-class care out in Ardkeen (after all these years, I still find it hard to see it as Waterford Regional Hospital), the only setback being when I refused to lie still during the match, leading tio blinding headaches. Totally worth it.

I’m still at the time of writing unsteadier than a new born foal. It took me a whole day of to-ing and fro-ing between the PC and the bed to write the report for the drawn game. Suffice to say, I wasn’t at the replay, I won’t be at the Limerick match today and . . . any subsequent events that might take place this year. My season following Waterford in the flesh is over, so I’m not bothering with match reports that are only a rehash of what we can all see on telly.

But I am alive and recovering, and as the Déise boys continue winning, that’s the main thing. By which I mean me recovering is the main thing, of course. Of course . . .