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The Courier interview didn't say she is a moron, it stated that she is a Mormon..........

There is an interview/questionaire on page 18 of this weeks Courier with a founder of Mannin Aboo. What a wally! her perfect day would be going somewhere nice and having chips, perfect meal MacDonalds, she only watches the Simpsons and Jeremy Kyle, and hates nasty men who gossip and argue like old women.

Absolutely the right blueprint for a strong willed, clear headed, politicaly savvy and cultured Nationalist to spearhead a campaign group calling for an Independent republic of Mann..........

We really are doomed, we bloody well are.

About twelve years ago, before we were all using email and other forms of rapid communication. I was on a weeks secondment to a newspaper in Liverpool, and living here on the Island. For some reason the items for inclusion in the personal column kept landing on my desk and I had to keep redirecting them to the classified section.

One day a really goodlooking Catholic priest came in to see me. He was doing a piece for the Catholic Herald, and was planning a visit to the Island in the forseeable future. I agreed to help him find accomodation etc. His name was Father Michael. Time went by and eventualy he contacted me, I booked him into a hotel, made some arrangements for him and quite looked forward to showing 'Michael' the Island. ( yes, of course I knew he'd be celibate, tsk.)

Well the day came and I set off to the airport to meet and greet, as you do. I watched the plane come in, and I watched the people come up the walkway, no Father Michael. I waited until the airport was nearly empty again and was just about to leave when a tiny man in a long grey overcoat and big blue mohair scarf approached me. " Excuse me, are you XXX ?" he said. I replied that I was indeed that person. " Oh thank goodness " he says. " I thought , perhaps you'd changed your mind. I'm Michael."

Bewildered, as I was, I realised that something strange had happened.....Michael had somehow been provided with my name and phone number to his box number in the lonely hearts column. God ( most likely) knew what correspondence Father Michael had been recieving. I never had the courage to find out.

Along with a few friends, I was once chucked out of the Waterloo for singing.