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Roads? Where I’m going I won’t need roads…

And now the end is near and so I face the final curtain. So said the Chairman of the Board himself, Frank Sinatra.

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Bitsa ramblings on travel – both time and otherwise

In the mid-90s I briefly took a break from playing Goldeneye on the Nintendo 64 and worrying about who would win the musical face-off between Blur and Oasis to watch children’s television.

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Gammar Nazi puts the word out on language

Earlier this week, for reasons now forgotten, I was looking back over some old articles I had written and came across one which had the phrase ‘Occupied France’.

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Why regular bus journeys could drive you mad

So my R plates come down in just over two weeks. Big whoop I know. Some people reading this column have been driving for years and will be thinking ‘so what?’

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Serious reservations at the ceasing of Ceefax

So here we are in the space year 2012. While we’re not yet living on the moon or eating our meals in pills as TV and films had promised me, one thing promised long ago will definitely be taking place this year – the switching off of the terrestrial television signal in Northern Ireland.

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Blowing off those rumours of Bob’s Baker Street solo

Did you know Bob Holness played the saxophone solo in Baker Street? It took precisely three seconds from the revelation of the former Blockbusters host’s death last week for someone to present the office with that ‘fact’.

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Lock us up and swallow the key!

I was in Donegal at the weekend and I asked a man how he planned to vote in the south’s up-coming referendum. “Well,” he told me, “ if Sinn Féin say no about something, I say yes”.

Big man of GAA celebrates in style

Veni, Vidi, Vinci . I came, I saw, I conquered, was the powerful message sent back to Rome by Julius Caesar when he won a war in Zela (currently known as Zile in Turkey. After spending two days with the Gaels of Glengormley, Mícheál Ó Muircheartaigh might well have sent a similar message back to headquarters. Throughout the two days he won the hearts of all who met him as he demonstrated his love and passion for the Irish language and Gaelic games.

That’s not the way to do it as summer nears

THERE’S nothing funnier for children to watch than a long-suffering wife getting battered with a cudgel by a short-tempered violent husband – or so you’d think if you watched a seaside Punch and Judy show.

Blues make it a double

Linfield replicated their end of season celebrations from 12 months ago as they lifted their second trophy in the space of a week, defeating Crusaders 4-1 in Saturday’s Irish Cup final.

My marathon highs and lows

HIGHLIGHTS 1. Sheltering in City Hall with marathon veteran from New York Fr Brian Jordan — chaplain to the trade unions of the Big Apple — before the 9am start while thousands were getting drenched outside waiting for the Lord Mayor Niall Óg to sound the starting horn (gun for off apparently decommissioned).

Who calls the shots in Europe?

I enjoy elections. I enjoy them so much, I was delighted when the Fianna Fáil wheeze of introducing electronic voting machines backfired, leaving them (and the taxpayer, of course) with machinery that couldn’t be used and cost a packet to store.