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panoramicireland · 3 months ago
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Reasons to Love Armagh, the small county famous for its association with the world's most famous saint, Saint Patrick, is also home to some fine landscapes, architecture and natural beauty.
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stairnaheireann · 1 year ago
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#OTD in Irish History | 27 September:
World Tourism Day 1662 – An “act for encouraging Protestant strangers and others to inhabit and plant in the kingdom of Ireland” is passed in the Irish Parliament under Charles II. 1725 – Patrick Darcy, scientist and soldier, is born in Kitulla, Co Galway. 1739 – Birth of Francis Russell, Marquess of Tavistock. He was a politician and the eldest son of the 4th Duke of Bedford. From 1759 to 1761,…
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midwestaesthetics · 5 months ago
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County Armagh, Northern Ireland, the "Orchard County"...
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hiholdmybread · 2 years ago
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apple crumble chronicles in honour of the local greengrocers that’s closing down
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breitzbachbea · 6 months ago
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🍷 For Michele?
Grazie mille, amuri!
Red Emoji OC Asks
🍷 (wine) - Does your oc drink? What kind of alcohol do they enjoy? What are their drinking habits? What kind of drunk are they?
He sure does drink! Since he was a rather lonely kid for most of his childhood, he never participated in that kind of group drinking. Never developed a real taste for beer - He will drink it, occassionally, more so ever since the Irish are dragging him around. Even if there's wine at the pub, it's not going to be good, so beer it is. Nothing of that Perroni shit however!
He's a wine enjoyer, above all else. Hard liquor, too, except for Campari, since it was his father's go-to drink. But a bottle of wine, shared with people over the course of dinner, a glass to wind down, an amaro for digestion ... he even enjoys a cocktail here and there!
About his wine, he's not particular nor overly picky, but he knows what he likes and does expect good quality. Which makes me wonder what he thinks about the apple products that Harry and Soph gift him, made from the O'Brien's very own orchard up in Armagh County ...
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ear-worthy · 1 year ago
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"McCartney: A Life In Lyrics" Podcast To Be Released In September
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The Beatles were not the first musical group or artist to popularize lyrics that went beyond the joy or heartbreak of love and relationships. Folk groups in the 50s and 60s had perfected the protest song, and then Bob Dylan added his genius to that art form.
But The Beatles were the first group to entice listeners to apply brain power to deciphering meaning to lyrics -- either obvious, cryptic, or abstract.
Since the time The Fab Four were an active group, numerous books have been written about the meaning of their lyrics. 
Now, we can hear from the proverbial horse's mouth in September. Pushkin and iHeartPodcasts are releasing McCartney: A life In Lyrics.
Paul McCartney is teaming up once again with poet Paul Muldoon, his collaborator on the #1 bestseller The Lyrics: 1956 to the Present. This time, McCartney will invite listeners into his creative process with a new podcast co-produced by Pushkin Industries and iHeartPodcasts, out September 20, 2023. McCartney: A Life in Lyrics is being billed as a combination master class, memoir, and improvised journey with one of the most beloved figures in popular music, where each episode focuses on one song from McCartney’s iconic catalog – spanning early Beatles through his solo work. The podcast offers listeners a unique opportunity to sit in on conversations between McCartney and Muldoon where they dissect the people, experiences, and art that inspired McCartney’s songwriting. The stories are richly interwoven with contemporary music and soundscapes, providing a revelatory and entertaining window into a true creative genius. “When we listened back to the tapes, we realized there was something very special happening in these conversations,” Muldoon explains in the prologue episode, out now. “It was McCartney unfiltered.” Season 1 features 12 episodes that include timeless favorites like “Eleanor Rigby,” “Back in the USSR,” “Let It Be,” “When Winter Comes,” “Penny Lane,” “Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey,” “Here Today,” “Live and Let Die,” “Magical Mystery Tour,” “Jenny Wren,” “Too Many People,” and “Helter Skelter.” Superfans can binge all the first season immediately at release with a Pushkin+ subscription. Season 2 will follow with an additional 12 episodes in February of 2024. McCartney and Muldoon have previously collaborated with great success in the #1 New York Times bestseller The Lyrics: 1956 to the Present, which provided the genesis of more than 50 hours of recorded conversations. The Lyrics will be released in paperback on November 7, 2023, with additional new chapters. 
Born in Liverpool in 1942, Paul McCartney was raised in the city and educated at the Liverpool Institute. Paul Muldoon was born in County Armagh in 1951. He now lives in New York. A former radio and television producer for the BBC in Belfast, he has taught at Princeton University for thirty-five years. He is the author of fifteen collections of poetry, including Joy in Service on Rue Tagore, published by FSG and Faber and Faber in 2024. “Paul McCartney is one of the most groundbreaking, gifted artists of all time, and his songs have elevated and given meaning to so many moments in so many of our lives – so the chance to launch a podcast that tells the stories behind those songs … it’s a once-in-a-lifetime project,” said Conal Byrne, CEO of iHeartMedia Digital Audio Group. “‘McCartney: A Life in Lyrics’ will be a first-hand, first-of-its-kind account of his creative process – that has shaped and inspired multiple generations across the globe. We simply could not be more excited to partner with Sir McCartney, Paul Muldoon, executive producer Malcolm Gladwell and Pushkin Industries to bring these stories to listeners everywhere.” New episodes of McCartney: A Life in Lyrics will be released weekly starting September 20, 2023 on iHeartRadio, Apple, Spotify, and wherever podcasts are available. Pushkin+ subscribers will be able to binge the entire season on the very first day. McCartney: A Life in Lyrics will be distributed by iHeartPodcasts. Here's a bit of Beatles lyrics trivia: The inspiration for "Yellow Submarine" came to Paul McCartney in a dream; he woke up from a nap and wrote the song. Many listeners assumed the song was written while McCartney was under the influence of drugs, especially given the popularity of drugs at the time. McCartney has continued to deny being on drugs while creating "Yellow Submarine."
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marvel-and-mischief · 4 years ago
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Safe Haven Part I
Title: Safe Haven. 
Words: 3200
Warnings: None
Synopsis: Pero x Reader. You are the owner of a tavern in England when a mysterious stranger asks to stay in your lodgings whilst he works for the Lord of the town you live in. Soft, awkward, grumpy Pero! Post TGW (no William). 
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When you thought about the past eleven months, you couldn’t believe you had gotten this far. You had three wonderful, hard working women under your care. Gwen kept to herself in the kitchens, baking meat pies for your customers and keeping the tavern clean and tidy. Darcy could talk the back legs off a donkey if given the chance, but her charm kept the customers coming back and those passing through remembered to come back the next time they were near town. And Adelaide, or Addy as she was known, helped you with the business; counting money, keeping on top of the food and drink that was needed, finding new ways to attract guests to the lodgings out back. 
When your father had suddenly come down with a fever, you were certain it would pass. The cold, damp nights had started to settle in, so it wasn’t unusual to hear of the townspeople getting ill. You sat by his bedside in the day, feeding him soup and reassuring him that the tavern would be just as he left it when he returned to work. And at night you opened up as usual, serving the locals who had come in for the warm fire and mead. You only had Gwen back then, so you were rushed off your feet without your father as well. When not even a week later your father had taken a turn for the worse, you couldn’t deny that maybe this new way of running the tavern would be a more permanent way of life. 
The fever took your father five days after he fell ill. You worked harder than you ever thought you would have to. You not only had to quickly learn how to be a business owner, but being a woman you had to earn the respect of the townspeople. They all knew you, having grown up in the tavern as your father’s only child. The town healer helped your mother give birth to you, as a small child you brought bread from the baker, you courted the blacksmiths son as a teenager. But as a businesswoman, they were a little more concerned. The regulars that came into the tavern most nights had your back, but some of the older members of the town thought you couldn’t handle it. Some even suggested they would only support you if you found yourself a husband. 
After two months, you had found your newest employee. Darcy stumbled into the tavern just as you were closing up one night, mud caking her hands and most of her dress. You brought her inside, sitting her in front of the large fire on one side of the tavern. You asked Gwen to make up a tankard of warm milk and honey and handed it to this stranger. You convinced her that if she just trusted you, allowed you to keep her safe in the tavern, you would never ask where she came from or who she was running from, and she would always have a home here. She had nowhere else to go and she had had no better offers than yours and doubted anyone else would be so kind. She agreed to work for you. 
After a few weeks Darcy opened up a little more. She had travelled from Armagh in Ireland, looking for a new life away from a family that wished to marry her off to a brute of a man. She would rather have died journeying out of Ireland than be made to live the rest of her life with him. Her sweet Irish accent hypnotised anyone who heard her speak, so custom quickly picked up and so did her confidence. 
Soon after that was your last employee. Addy was mild tempered, still is, when you found her covered in blankets and huddled against a stone wall in the marketplace. Her large brown eyes were flitting back and forth, her hands shaking where they clung to her only bag of belongings. The first time you tried to walk up to her she hid under the blankets and started crying. You left her an apple and a chunk of bread, not wanting to spook her any more than you already had. 
The next day you went back to where you had last seen her but she was gone. She had moved to the opposite side of the marketplace and was trying to hold onto her bag which was being torn away from her by a boy no older than twelve. You had rushed over to her, yanking the bag from the boy and pulling yourself up to your full height to tower over him. With a gasp the boy ran off and you turned to see Addy with her eyes down, biting her bottom lip. After assuring her you only wanted to help, you handed her the bag and brought her back to the tavern. 
Once she was comfortable with you, you realised she was literate and could help with the day-to-day running of the tavern. She was born in France but spoke very good English. She has never told you why she ended up in England but it didn’t matter. She was kind and thoughtful and worked harder than any man you’d ever met. 
Once you had your team set up everything felt like it once had. People respected your position, they supported the tavern and your guest rooms were never empty. 
Your day dreaming was disturbed by Darcy slamming a tankard on the counter in front of you. You raised an eyebrow in her direction, silently asking why she did that.
“There’s a new man in town,” she stated matter-of-factly. It wasn’t unusual for travellers to pass through. The river that ran through the town lead a few miles east to the sea that separated England and France. Anyone travelling from Europe would most likely have to come through your town to reach the rest of the country. So why was Darcy making such a big deal about this one man?
“Does he practice sorcery or something just as interesting?” You asked with a smirk. Darcy came from a country steeped in superstition so you knew that would hit a particular spot.
Darcy made the sign of the cross against her chest and gave you a warning look. “Do not jest. Of course not. But everyone’s talking about him. He barely says a word to anyone. Has an accent apparently-“
“How do they know he has an accent if he doesn’t speak?”
Darcy seems to think this over. The difference between Darcy and Addy is, where Addy is educated, Darcy is smart when is comes to the realities of life. She knows to keep to the clear roads and not walk through the woods when travelling to market, but she doesn’t always understand irony. 
“Well… I’m not sure. He must have spoken at some point. You can’t just not speak!” She was getting flustered which made you giggle. Darcy realised what you were doing and grabbed the towel that had been hanging over her shoulder and whipped it in your direction, catching you on the elbow where your arms were folded. 
“Alright alright! I’m sorry. What is it they are saying about him?”
“Just that he’s a little strange. And he has a large scar over his eye.” She shrugged and began to use the towel to wipe dust off the counter. 
“A mercenary perhaps?” You had met mercenaries before. They weren’t common but they were all the same. Kept themselves to themselves and never stayed anywhere long enough to make friends. 
“Do you think he will cause trouble?” Darcy was purposefully not looking in your direction. She was worried. Trouble meant fighting and none of the girls were comfortable with dealing with that. 
“No,” you said sternly. You glanced down to the thick sharpened branch you hid behind the counter. You would nip it in the bud before any fighting started. You wouldn’t have the girls frightened to live here. This was supposed to be their safe space. “If I think he’s going to cause a problem I will kick him out. He may not even come in here Darcy.” You spoke softly, not wanting to spook her. 
She seemed satisfied with that answer when she walked away to clean the table tops. You watched as she began to hum a tune as though the previous conversation had never happened.
“I’m going to check that Gwen is ready to open up for the night,” and with that you left in the direction of the kitchen, putting this stranger to the back of your mind. 
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You had opened up in the early evening, just as the sun was beginning to set. The night had been busy but not chaotic. Gwen managed to sell all but one of her pies so the three women were sat around the kitchen table tucking in. The last of the drinkers were stumbling out of the front door. You bid them a safe journey home when you noticed a man walking towards you. The lights from the tavern weren’t strong enough to catch any details until he was right in front of you.
He wore a black cape, hood up against the bitter air, and the unmistakable line of a sheathed sword could be seen poking through the material. He carried a bag over his shoulder and nothing else. You looked up as he took a step closer and candlelight showed you the scar of the man Darcy had been talking about earlier that evening. 
You stood up straighter, head held high. You were not going to be intimidated by this man and the permanent scowl that seemed to be etched onto his features. His facial expression didn’t change even as he spoke.
“Do you have rooms?” Darcy was right, there was an accent. But it didn’t sound like Addy’s French accent. You had had men pass through from further afield, but some didn’t speak English at all so you couldn’t ask where they came from. 
“My rooms are full.” You didn’t mean to be blunt but that’s how it came out. You weren’t lying, your earliest vacancy was in two days time but you still felt bad. This man must have walked all the way from where his ship had docked, and he hadn’t brought a horse with him. He was about to turn away when you shouted out to him. 
“I have a stable.” It was the only solution you could think of. He didn’t turn to look at you but you heard him grumble something in his native tongue. You didn’t think you wanted to know what it translated to. “It’s enclosed. With the door shut it’s quite warm. Only one horse in there at the moment too.” 
He finally turned to look at you. He raised one eyebrow rather high, and you thought if he just stopped scowling he may be handsome. So you gave him a small smile. He hadn’t done anything to offend you, yet, so the least you could do was be polite. 
“Where can I find more rooms, camarera?” His voice was deep and his accent was strong, and you don’t know what he had called you but he sounded tired. And maybe you were too kind for your own good but you didn’t want him travelling longer than he had to when there were perfectly fine stacks of hay he could sleep on for a few hours.
“You would have to travel north into town. On foot, you could reach it by sunrise.” He seemed to be mulling it over. Was he serious? He’ll drop down in exhaustion before he’d even travelled halfway. “Come into the stable. I won’t charge you anything.” 
That seemed to make up his mind because he was walking back towards you. You stepped inside to let him in before locking the door. You took him through a side door, down the side of the building and into the stables. 
It wasn’t large. Could fit three horses in at a squeeze, but the current resident was lying against the large doors and on the other side against the stone wall of the guest rooms were stacks of hay. 
The horse raised his head and let out a huff of disapproval when you both walked past him, but soon became disinterested when neither of you paid him no attention. 
The stranger sat on a stack of hay, moving about to test how comfortable it was. He looked up and nodded when he was satisfied. There was an awkward silence for a moment before you remembered that this was your tavern and you shouldn’t be feeling nervous.
“Did you want a blanket?”
“No thank you.”
“Something to eat or drink?”
“No.” He cleared his throat and looked away. “Thank you.”
You nodded and turned away to leave him alone. When you got to the door you had entered through you saw he was still sat exactly where he was. He hadn’t moved in the slightest. Was he not used to anyone being nice to him? Or was he just an awkward, angry man? 
Closing the door behind you, you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. You began to walk along the corridor, taking a turn to arrive in the kitchen.
The women had devoured the pie that had been left. Gwen was nearly falling asleep at the table whilst Addy had taken over the washing up duties. Darcy was nowhere to be found. 
Addy saw you first, holding up a finger to the ceiling when she noticed you were looking around the kitchen.
“Darcy went to bed. Are you going up?”
For the first time that night you realised just how tired you were. You didn’t know whether to tell them about the man in the stables. Maybe it was for best that Darcy was already in bed. She would be none the wiser. 
“I just need to stub the candles out in the front. I’ve let a traveller stay in the stables. Don’t disturb him. I imagine he will be gone by morning.”
Addy frowned. It wasn’t unusual to let the odd person stay in the stables. Usually poor travellers looking for work, or like tonight when you were feeling especially kind. But maybe your tone inflicted that it was unusual with this man because she looked like she was waiting for you to explain.
You refused. You grabbed some pie crumbs off the plate and shoved them into your mouth.
“Alright. I’ll stub the candles out if you wanted to go on up? I’ve nearly finished here.” She grabbed the empty plate you had just eaten off of and dumped it in the bowl of water. 
You made your way towards your room, hopefully to get some sleep and forget about the man in the stables. You don’t know why he was bothering you so much. You were acting like he was a dirty little secret. He’ll be gone in the morning and you will never see him again.
You sort of hoped you were wrong.
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The morning started as it always did. The birds singing and the Winter sun shone through my window. 
Your room was modest. The bigger of the three bedrooms upstairs (it was formerly your fathers room). You had it all to yourself, whereas Addy and Darcy shared a room and Gwen had the smallest room furthest from yours. You had a small wooden table next to your bed which sat a candle and a ribbon for your long hair. 
Across from your bed, underneath the window, was a box to store your clothes in and along the wall on the left of the room was a tin bath, the only one upstairs. 
You were lucky, you knew that. Working in a tavern brought in more money than the average business in town. But with four mouths to feed you didn’t have a lot of money for long.
You were rubbing the sleep from your eyes when the memories of the previous night came rushing back to you. you remembered the strange man with the scar that intrigued you. The deep, husky voice, the grumpy look on his face, his curt responses. 
You should be hoping that he’s long gone but as you jumped out of bed, quickly throwing your outer dress over your underdress and slipping on your boots you realised you were hoping for the exact opposite. You ran down the stairs, rushed through the hallway and arrived at the kitchen to see Gwen at the stove.
You couldn’t help but notice the smell of warm milk and honey in the air. You grabbed a tankard off the side and dipped it into the pan that Gwen was mixing. 
“Sorry Gwen,” you muttered. You knew she’d be annoyed for the rest of the day but you’d find a way to make it up to her. You always did. 
The short walk to the stables had your heart pumping. You suddenly felt stupid. He probably wasn’t in there anymore. And what if he didn’t like honey? And why did you care so much? 
When you opened the door you almost bumped into him. You gasped as he jumped back, hand immediately reaching the hilt of his sword. 
The hood of his cape wasn’t up so you could see his face much more clearly this morning. He had a peculiarly large nose which you found yourself wanting to run your finger along, and an unusual moustache that you never saw on Englishmen. He was staring at you, mouth slightly parted when you realised you had also been staring at him for longer than was acceptable. 
You caught your breath and decided to show him the contents of the tankard.
“Warm milk with honey. Thought you might want something before you left?” You said hopefully. He was inspecting the contents as though he had never been presented with something before. It was as though he didn’t know how to respond. “You don’t have to. Just thought after a cold night, something warm would be welcome,” you shrugged and started to take it back. But he stopped you with a gloved hand over yours.
He took the drink off of you and began to sip at it. He didn’t make a face of disgust so you assumed he liked it. You were desperate to know where he was going but you didn’t want to intrude. Luckily you didn’t have to.
“Thank you, that is nice. I have to go. Work in town.” His words were to the point. Not like yours were when you rambled like a mad woman. You nodded and took back the drink he was handing back to you. 
“Good luck. I hope everything goes well for you.” You smiled, and it looked like he was going to smile back but he nodded instead.
“Thank you. For the bed.” And with that he brushed past you. You knew Addy would be at the front of the tavern to let him out so you didn’t follow. You also didn’t want to make more of a fool of yourself than you already had. 
You sighed and trudged back towards the kitchen. You had some making up to do.
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lilahdesignforperformance · 4 years ago
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DESIGN MATRIX
CHARACTERS:
Physical characters:
Alannah Devlin
Fianna Devlin
Da - Peter
British solider
Mentioned characters not necessarily seen:
Mammy
Father Kearney
Maggie
CHARACTER CHANGES:
Alannah Devlin ( Early thirties)
Fianna Devlin ( Late twenties )
Peter “DA” Devlin ( Mid-fifties)
British soldier ( Mid-twenties )
Crocodile - Da
ALANNAH -
Clean (OCD tendencies), innocent (unsure, on edge), quite, polite.
Smokes secretly
Shuts down gets panicked from the fire alarm
Becomes fed up with Fianna
Over thinks which can be seen by her story about the lyrics from Africa by Toto
Becomes more and more agitated and uneasy
Alannah becomes transfixed by chaos
Loosens up which is seen as she takes swig from the bottle Fianna was drinking
Eats the chips off of the ground
Starts to drink more and smoke without trying to hide it
Stabs DA (character shift) - this is the turning point for Alannah and how she breaks out of the innocent, quite and polite shell she was living in
Becomes wildly drunk
Changes completely from who she was at the start as she now wishes pain on DA when before she was too afraid
FIANNA -
Aggressive behaviour from the beginning
Forward and confronting “i’m not gonna hurt ya, i’m just gonna bash your face in”
Expressive of her emotions 
Fianna switches from chaotic character to being the character with their head screwed on when Alannah becomes erratic 
DA -
Paralysed
Gunshot wounded
Bleeding out fast
Bossy
Rude
Controlling
Becomes legless after Alannah saws his legs off
Non responsive
Manipulative
COSTUMES:
ALANNAH -
Hair in Scrawny little bun
Puts a pair of marigolds on
Becomes covered in Da’s blood
FIANNA -
Wreath around neck
Dirty boots
Tattoos
Leather
Big hair
Denim
Gun
Cigarettes
Becomes covered in Da’s blood
LAYOUT OF SET:
Isolated farmhouse - refurbished in 70’s-80’s
Cream laminate cabinets, wooden table matching chairs, pale tiles, modest stove
Stage left door to outside world, with a small telephone table and mirror hanging above
Downstage right staircase and hallway covered by curtain
Upstairs over the sink, large window that stares out to darkness
Uncomfortably clean
Muggy
Shiny worktop
New wallpaper
Pristine
Toilet down the hall
Everything within the cupboards is colour coded
No bin inside
Chair that Da is sat on
Candles scattered across the room
PROPS AND USES:
Rock thrown through window
Stove - Alannah cleans it precisely and intensely
Eight packets of crisps which are referred to as sad crisps
Incense is lit becomes extinguished by Fianna
Rock smashes window (page 40)
Alannah slices bread - burns it
Gun in Fiannas pocket
Cigarettes DA rolls
Bottle of rum in wine glass
Alannah tops up drink, slices apple
Telephone - Alannah picks up, pauses, puts it down
Pipe on the table
Fianna has a chainsaw
Alannah drinks rum from the bottle
Alannah puts pot on stove
Fianna plays banjo
Fridge freezer stores a CD
Knife used to stab Da
Coin (heads + tails)
Glass of cold water (To revive DA)
SLK riffle at Alannah's head
Petrol bomb
LIGHTING:
Night (dark) - act 1
Occasional search light outside - Act 1
Weather begins to get worse, begins to get even darker
Cloudy weather outside
Light flickers - Page 76
Light flickers - Page 80
Light flickers - Page 88
Black out
Candle light
Candles go out
Flash of light - Page 114
Black out - End
MEDIA REFERENCES:
Thunder crackling (Act one)
Helicopter sounds over head 
Frog croak
“Some say the Devil is Dead” The Wolfe Tones
Window smash
The Shining
The Poltergeist
Fire alarm
Frog croaks again pg 51
Flush of toilet
Knocking from upstairs pg 57
Africa by ToTo plays pg 60
Both Fianna and Alannah sing
Music volume increases (come on feel the noize by quiet room plays)
Roof hammers
A gunshot pg 72
Water splashes onto floor
Telephone rings
Frog croak pg 75
Thundercloud breaks“Africa” TOTO
Turns of music
“You’ll never get away from me” by Tony Bennett plays
Turns music off
Storm raging on
Demented noise, from “Alligator wine” by screaming Jay Hawkins
Carrie
“O-O-H child” The Five Stair steps
Noises upstairs, noise upstairs stops
Pan smashes to the floor
Soldiers radio, speech and the static
Thud from upstairs, house shakes
Crackling on radioHouse shudders
Blood dripping
Predatorily breathing
Female screen from cassette player, scream melts away
Helicopter sounds overhead
Frog croaks
Chainsaw
EXTERNAL REFERENCES:
Set rural Camlough, south armagh northern Ireland 1989
Tayto Cheese and Onion crips
Superking Menthol Cigarettes
Ireland
Bible verses
Paras
G&T
The Clangers
Jay Hawkins
Armagh Jail
Newry canal
Chinless wonders
Armagh
Rachel O’Briain
Rachel Devlin
A Nightmare On Elm Street
Quiet Riot
Bible verses
Asmat tribe
Leviathan crocodiles
One Eyed Willie
Billy Connolly
IRA
Colossians: chapter three, verses twenty-two
Hitler
Bible verses/prayers
Children of the Corn
Brits
South Armagh, North Ireland
Corinthians: Chapter Eleven, Verse Eight
Empress Jaro
Psalms
MUSICAL REFERENCES:
The first song mentioned it Africa by TOTO. "Africa" is a song recorded by the American rock band Toto in 1981, for their fourth studio album Toto IV, and released as the album's third single on September 30, 1982, through Columbia Records. The song was written by band members David Paich and Jeff Porcaro. 
Lyrics:
I hear the drums echoing tonight But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation She's coming in, 12:30 flight Her moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation I stopped an old man along the way Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies He turned to me as if to say "Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you" [Chorus: Bobby Kimball] It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do I bless the rains down in Africa Gonna take some time to do the things we never had [Verse 2: David Paich] The wild dogs cry out in the night As they grow restless longing for some solitary company I know that I must do what's right As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti I seek to cure what's deep inside Frightened of this thing that I've become [Chorus: Bobby Kimball] It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do I bless the rains down in Africa Gonna take some time to do the things we never had [Bridge] Hurry boy, she's waiting there for you [Chorus: Bobby Kimball] It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do I bless the rains down in Africa I bless the rains down in Africa I bless the rains down in Africa I bless the rains down in Africa I bless the rains down in Africa Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
The second song to be mentioned in the play is Cum on feel the noize by Quiet Riot. Quiet Riot is an American heavy metal band founded in 1973  by guitarist Randy Rhoads and bassist Kelly Garni. The band is ranked at No. 100 on VH1's 100 Greatest Artists of Hard Rock
Lyrics:
[Chorus] Come on, feel the noise Girls, rock your boys We'll get wild, wild, wild Wild, wild, wild [Verse 1] So you think I got an evil mind I tell you, honey I don't know why I don't know why So you think my singing's out of time It makes me money I don't know why I don't know why Anymore, oh no [Chorus] So come on, feel the noise Girls, rock your boys We'll get wild, wild, wild Wild, wild, wild Come on, feel the noise Girls, rock your boys We'll get wild, wild, wild Baby! [Verse 2] So you say I got a funny face I got no worries And I don't know why I don't know why Oh I gotta sing, it's some disgrace I'm in no hurry And I don't know why I don't know why Anymore, no, no, no [Chorus] Come on, feel the noise Girls, rock your boys We'll get wild, wild, wild Wild, wild, wild Come on, feel the noise Girls, rock your boys We'll get wild, wild, wild, baby Come on! [Guitar solo] [Verse 3] Well, you think we have a lazy time You should know better I don't know why I don't know why So you say I got a dirty mind I'm a mean go-getter I don't know why I don't know why Anymore, oh no Come on, feel the noise Girls, rock your boys We'll get wild, wild, wild Wild, wild, wild Come on, feel the noise Girls, rock your boys We'll get wild, wild, wild Oh, wild Come on! (Come on!) Feel it! Come on! (Girls, rock your boys) Work it! We'll get wild, wild, wild (We're gonna get wild) Wild, wild, wild (We're gonna get wild tonight) Come on, feel the noise (Rock it tonight) Girls, rock your boys We'll get wild, wild, wild (Oh, yeah) Ah, ah-ah ah-ah (Whoo!) Ah, ah, ah Come on, feel the noise Girls, rock your boys We'll get wild, wild, wild Ah, ah-ah ah-ah Ah, ah, ah
The third and final song reference made in the play is You’ll never get away from me by Tony Bennett. Anthony Dominick Benedetto (born August 3, 1926), known professionally as Tony Bennett, is an American singer of traditional pop standards, big band, show tunes, and jazz. He is also a painter, having created works under his birth name that are on permanent public display in several institutions. He is the founder of the Frank Sinatra School of the Arts in Astoria, Queens, New York.
Lyrics:
You'll never get away from me You can climb the tallest tree, I'll be there somehow True, you could say, "Hey, here's your hat" But a little thing like that couldn't stop me now I couldn't get away from you Even if you told me to, so go on and try Just try and you're gonna see How you're gonna not at all get away from me Rose, I love you, but don't count your chickens Come dance with me I warn you, that I'm no Boy Scout Relax awhile, come dance with me So don't think that I'm easy pickin', the music's so nice Rose, 'cause I just may some day pick up and pack out Oh, no you won't, no, not a chance No arguments, shut up and dance You'll never get away from me You can climb the tallest tree, I'll be there somehow True, you could say, "Hey, here's your hat" But a little thing like that couldn't stop me now I couldn't get away from you Even if I wanted to well, go on and try, just try Ah, Rose and you're gonna see Ah, Rose how you're gonna not at all Get away from me
SPACE CHANGE REFERENCES:
Uncomfortable clean space “shinny, perfect”
Window in kitchen becomes broken from a Fianna throwing a rock through
Floor tiles become muddy from Fianna’s boots
Fire alarm ripped from the ceiling
Becomes smoky from cigarette
Pipe on table- Page 73
Smell of burnt bread
Table moves and becomes dirty as Fianna stands on it
Alannah opens all the cupboards
Crisps opened and crushed all over the floor
Hallway door opens as Da comes in
Blood begins pooling out onto the floor
Pot brewing on the stove
Da slumped in a chair in the corner, legless
Blood spilling out onto the floor
Stew all over the floor and pan is knocked over
Smokes comes out from the curtain
Leviathan crocodile in room
Smoke billows from behind the crocodile
Cupboard door is ripped off to barricade window
PHRASES/SLANG/TERMS:
Craic
Sacred heart
Mother Superior
Wreath off a hearse
Crown during The Famine
Dirty we tout
Firebug
Ye
Hold on a tick and a half
Okey dokey
Daft eejit
Crocodile tears
ALANNAH -
Polite “please, Thank you”
“Flipping sake”
“Oh whoop-dee-flippin-do”
FIANNA -
“Some say the devil is dead
“Thanks be to god”
“Pot fucking kettle, gin eyes” pg 43
“Taking the mick” pg 45
“Ireland, through us summon her children to her flag and strike for freedom”
“See you later alligator, fuck off crocodile”
“So you think i’ve got an evil mind (quiet riot)
“Ye daft cunt”
THEMES/GENRES:
References to mental illness such as OCD
Black comedy
Stockholm syndrome
Sister relationship
Reference to domestic abuse and pedophelia
Sexism
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Crocodile fever (design matrix)
External references 
Tayto Cheese and Onion crips
Superking Menthol Cigarettes
Ireland
Bible verses
Paras
G&T
The Clangers
Jay Hawkins
Armagh Jail
Newry canal
Chinless wonders
Armagh
Rachel O’Briain
Rachel Devlin
A Nightmare On Elm Street
Quiet Riot
Bible verses
Asmat tribe
Leviathan crocodiles
One Eyed Willie
Billy Connolly
IRA
Colossians: chapter three, verses twenty-two
Hitler
Bible verses/prayers
Children of the Corn
Brits
South Armagh, North Ireland
Corinthians: Chapter Eleven, Verse Eight
Empress Jaro
Psalms
Who is in the play 
Alannah Devlin
Fianna Devlin
Mammy
Da - Peter
Father Kearney
Maggie
British solider
Costumes 
Fianna Devlin
Wreath around her neck
Dirty boots
Tattoos
Leather
Big hair
Denim
Alannah Devlin
Fixes her hair    
Tied in a bun
Puts on a pair of marigolds
Both women covered in blood
Props and their use
Male heaving religious figurines, happy family photograph
Rock thrown through window
Incense is lit become extinguished by Fianna
Bread, becomes sliced and slowly placed into toaster  
Eight packets of crisps (referred to as sad crisps)
Gun and bullets
Fianna smokes cigarette
Bottle of rum
Gin and tonic, sliced lemon and apple all very precise
Wineglass rum poured in
Plastic cup
Cassette player
Gin is topped up, apple sliced
Makes another G&T
Another packet of crisps is eaten
Six packets of crisps are left
Fianna lights a cigarette
Telephone picked up and put down
Allanah pours herself another drink
Pipe pn the table
Allanah makes another G&T
Chainsaw
Alanah drinks rum from the bottle
Freezer stores a CD
Alannah lights a cigarette
Alannah puts cigarette out
Lights the pipe for Da
Knife stab Da
Saw
Fianna uses the banjo
Videocassette thrown by Alannah
Fianna garbs a glass and fills it with water
Throwing water over him
SLR rifle used by solider
Alannah grabs chainsaw
Fianna brings in a gun and petrol bomb
Alannah grabs chainsaw kickstarts it
Fianna lights petrol bomb
Lighting 
Dark night time
Searchlight occasionally
Weather begins to get worse, begins to get even darker
Cloudy weather outside
Lights flickers
Lights flicker again
Lights flicker again
Blackout
All candles go out
Lightning flashes
Blackout
Media references 
Thunder crackling
Helicopter sound
Frog croaks
“Some say the Devil is Dead” The Wolfe Tones
Window smash
The Shining
The Poltergeist
Fire alarm
Frog croaks
Toilet flush
Knocking from upstairs
“Africa” TOTO
Music is stopped by Fianna
Nails scraping on table
Music begins playing again
Music is turned up louder
Uproar from above
Music is turned off
Roof hammers
Roof hammers again
Roof hammers again
Roof hammers again
Murmurs above
Gunshot
Water splashes onto floor
Telephone rings
Frog croaks
Thundercloud breaks
“Africa” TOTO
Turns of music
“You’ll never get away from me” Tony Bennet
Turns music off
Storm raging on
Demented noise, from “Alligator wine” by screaming Jay Hawkins
Carrie
“O-O-H child” The Five Stairsteps
Noises upstairs, noise upstairs stops
Pan smashes to the floor
Soldiers radio, speech and the static
Thud from upstairs, house shakes
Crackling on radio
House shudders
Blood dripping
Predatorial breathing
Female screen from cassette player, scream melts away
Helicopter sounds overhead
Frog croaks
Chainsaw
References to how the space changes
Window in kitchen becomes broken from a Fianna throwing a rock through Floor tiles become muddy from Fianna’s boots
Fire alarm ripped from the ceiling
Becomes smoky from cigarette
Smell of burnt bread
A number of dishes begin to build up from drinking
Table moves and becomes dirty as Fianna stands on it
Allanah opens all the cupboards
Crisps opened and crushed all over the floor
Hallway door opens as da comes in
Blood begins pooling out onto the floor
Pot brewing on the stove
Da slumped in a chair in the corner, legless
Blood spilling out onto the floor
Floor becomes wet
Stew all over the floor and pan is knocked over
Smokes comes out from the curtain
Smoke billows from behind the crocodile
Cupboard door is ripped off to barricade window
Layout of the set
Isolated farmhouse - refurbished in 70’s-80’s
Cream laminate cabinets, wooden table matching chairs, pale tiles, modest stove
Stage left door to outside world, with a small telephone table and mirror hanging above
Downstage right staircase and hallway covered by curtain
Upstairs over the sink, large window that stares out to darkness
Uncomfortably clean
Muggy
Shiny worktop
New wallpaper
Pristine
Toilet down the hall
Everything within the cupboards is colour coded
No bin inside
Chair that Da is sat on
A large pot brews on the stove
List of slang and phrases
Craic
Sacred heart
Mother Superior
Wreath off a hearse
Crown during The Famine
Dirty we tout
Firebug
Ye
Hold on a tick and a half
Okeydokey
Daft eejit
Crocodile tears
Genre and subgenres
References to mental illness such as OCD
Black comedy
Stockholm syndrome
Sister relationship
Reference to domestic abuse and pedophelia
Sexism
Character arc
Allanah - Tidy, clean, follows a certain routine, uptight, feels guilty, penance for her mother, stressed no longer gets her period
Fianna - Loud, reckless, violent, works for the IRA, cares for her sister deep down
Fighting, Fianna annoyingly provoking Allanah
Discover that they care for eachother
Play fight with each other
Becomes nostalgic and they begin to relate and confide in eachother
We begin to see a different side of Alannah when she begins singing to “Africa”
Alanah begins to lose control, reckless stabs and chops her fathers legs off
They confide in each other and kill the crocodile figure that represents their father
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12/09/19 apple picking on my partner's family farm. Mackle Apple, Roses Farm, Co. Armagh, Northern Ireland.
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I received this recipe back in my school days from my home economics teacher. This is a very traditional recipe which originated more the one hundred and twenty-five years ago in County Armagh, Northern Ireland. 
It has been passed down from one generation to another over all those years. The recipe is in its original form and the quantities will make four good sized puddings. Most people would want to make half the quantity that is enough for two puddings. My family has used this recipe for our Christmas dinner over the years.
Enjoy.
Ingredients
Raisins 450g
Sultanas 450g
Currants 450g
Mixed Peel 100g
Brown Sugar 450g
Mixed Spice 1 tsp
Grated Nutmeg 1 tsp
Lemon (juice and grated rind) 1
Large Cooking Apple (grated)
Eggs 6
Suet 450g
Breadcrumbs 1 Large loaf ( white give best results)
Salt 1 tsp.
Stout, Guinness 500 mls
Whiskey 4 Tbs
Method
Mix all the ingredients well together ( Each person who stirs the pudding is entitled to one wish) and divide between prepared pudding basins/bowls. (Grease basins/bowls and place a small square of greaseproof paper at the base of each). 
Cover securely and steam for 5-6 hours. To steam set the pudding in a saucepan with a tightly fitted lid, use boiling water halfway up the pudding bowl. After steaming allow to cool. Remove cover and pour 1tbs Whiskey over each pudding. Replace cover, store in a cool, dark dry place securely covered. Steam on Christmas Day for 2-3 hours. (Shorter cooking times for smaller puddings). Make sure the cover is water-right.
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Holidays 11.9
Holidays
Allama Iqbal Day (Pakistan)
Berlin Wall Day
Chaos Never Dies Day
Couch Beachcombing Day
Dia de los Natitas (Day of the Skulls; Bolivia)
Eleven09 Day
Fall of the Wall Day (Germany)
Flag Day (Azerbaijan)
Fluffy Towel Appreciation Day
Geriatric Toothfairy Day
Go To An Art Museum Today Day
Heir to the Throne Day (Tuvalu)
International Pathology Day
Iqbal Day (Pakistan)
Kristallnacht (Night of Broken Glass; Austria, Germany)
La Almudena (Madrid City, Spain)
Lord Mayor’s Day (London, UK) [Traditional Date]
National Louisiana Day
National Microtia Awareness Day
National Nibble Day
Neon Sign Day
Night of Nicnevin (Gyre-Carling), Daughter of Frenzy, Banshee; Scots Pagan)
No Cookies Day
Paul is Dead Day
Remembrance Day (Cayman Islands)
Rolling Stone Day
Sagan Day (a.k.a. Carl Sagan Day)
Sprat Day (UK)
Tag der Erfinder (Inventor's Day; Austria, Germany, Switzerland)
Tempranillo Day
Tori No Ichi
Tree Festival Day (Tunisia)
Uttarakhand Day (India)
Valerian and Laureline Day
World Freedom Day
World Inventor Day (EU)
Food & Drink Celebrations
National Fried Chicken Sandwich Day
National Greek Yogurt Day
National Scrapple Day
2nd Wednesday in November
Buß- und Bettag (Day of Repentance and Prayer; Bavaria, Saxony) [2nd Wednesday before 1st Sunday in Advent]
Independence Days
Cambodia (from France, 1953)
Feast Days
Benignus of Armagh (Christian; Saint)
Change Your Underwear Day (Pastafarian)
Charles V (Positivist; Saint)
Dedication of the Archbasilica of St. John Lateran, Cathedral of the Pope (Christian; Memorial Feast Day)
Harold “Doc” Edgerton Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Lynn-Lynn (Muppetism)
Margery Kempe (Church of England)
Martin Chemnitz (Lutheran)
Nectarios of Aegina (Christian; Saint)
Old Socks Day Day (Pastafarian)
Theodore of Amasea (a.k.a. Theodore the General; Roman Catholic Church)
Virgin of Almudena (Madrid; Christian; Saint)
Vitonus (a.k.a. Vanne; Christian; Saint)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Prime Number Day: 313 [65 of 72]
Schicksalstag (Fateful Day; Germany)
Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]
Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [53 of 57]
Premieres
Bridge Over Troubles Water, recorded by Simon and Garfunkel (Song; 1969)
Dances with Wolves (Film; 1990)
Enter the Wu-Tang, by the Wu-Tang Clan (Album; 1993)
The Girl in the Spider’s Web (Film; 2018)
Joyeux Noël (Film; 2005)
Life as a House (Film; 2001)
My Fair Lady (Film; 1964)
A Nightmare on Elm Street (Film; 1984)
No Dice, by Badfinger (Album; 1970)
Piano Man, by Billy Joel (Album; 1973)
Skyfall (US Film; 2012) [James Bond #23]
When the Pawn…, by Fiona Apple (Album; 1999)
The Young Ones (UK TV Series; 1982)
You’re My Home, by Billy Joel (Song; 1973)
You’ve Really Got A Hold On Me, by The Miracles (Song; 1962)
Today’s Name Days
Herfried, Roland, Theodor (Austria)
Božo, Erpo, Ivan, Milostislav, Teodor, Ursin (Croatia)
Bohdan (Czech Republic)
Theodor (Denmark)
Teo, Teodor, Tuudor (Estonia)
Teo, Teuvo (Finland)
Maturin, Théodore (France)
Gregor, Herfried, Roland, Theodor (Germany)
Elladios, Mavra, Nektarios, Theoktisti (Greece)
Tivadar (Hungary)
Oreste, Teodoro (Italy)
Teodors (Latvia)
Dargintas, Estela, Skirtautė, Teodoras (Lithuania)
Teodor, Tordis (Norway)
Bogudar, Genowefa, Nestor, Teodor, Ursyn (Poland)
Teodor (Slovakia)
Almudena (Spain)
Teodor, Teodora (Sweden)
Orestes, Sullivan, Vaughan, Vaughn (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 313 of 2022; 52 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 3 of week 45 of 2022
Celtic Tree Calendar: Hagal (Constraint) [Day 12 of 28]
Chinese: Month 10 (Lùyuè), Day 16 (Bing-Yin)
Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)
Hebrew: 15 Cheshvan 5783
Islamic: 14 Rabi II 1444
J Cal: 13 Mir; Fiveday [13 of 30]
Julian: 27 October 2022
Moon: 98.5%: Waning Gibbous
Positivist: 4 Frederic (12th Month) [Charles V]
Runic Half Month: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 15 of 15]
Season: Autumn (Day 48 of 90)
Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 18 of 31)
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Holidays 11.9
Holidays
Allama Iqbal Day (Pakistan)
Berlin Wall Day
Chaos Never Dies Day
Couch Beachcombing Day
Dia de los Natitas (Day of the Skulls; Bolivia)
Eleven09 Day
Fall of the Wall Day (Germany)
Flag Day (Azerbaijan)
Fluffy Towel Appreciation Day
Geriatric Toothfairy Day
Go To An Art Museum Today Day
Heir to the Throne Day (Tuvalu)
International Pathology Day
Iqbal Day (Pakistan)
Kristallnacht (Night of Broken Glass; Austria, Germany)
La Almudena (Madrid City, Spain)
Lord Mayor’s Day (London, UK) [Traditional Date]
National Louisiana Day
National Microtia Awareness Day
National Nibble Day
Neon Sign Day
Night of Nicnevin (Gyre-Carling), Daughter of Frenzy, Banshee; Scots Pagan)
No Cookies Day
Paul is Dead Day
Remembrance Day (Cayman Islands)
Rolling Stone Day
Sagan Day (a.k.a. Carl Sagan Day)
Sprat Day (UK)
Tag der Erfinder (Inventor's Day; Austria, Germany, Switzerland)
Tempranillo Day
Tori No Ichi
Tree Festival Day (Tunisia)
Uttarakhand Day (India)
Valerian and Laureline Day
World Freedom Day
World Inventor Day (EU)
Food & Drink Celebrations
National Fried Chicken Sandwich Day
National Greek Yogurt Day
National Scrapple Day
2nd Wednesday in November
Buß- und Bettag (Day of Repentance and Prayer; Bavaria, Saxony) [2nd Wednesday before 1st Sunday in Advent]
Independence Days
Cambodia (from France, 1953)
Feast Days
Benignus of Armagh (Christian; Saint)
Change Your Underwear Day (Pastafarian)
Charles V (Positivist; Saint)
Dedication of the Archbasilica of St. John Lateran, Cathedral of the Pope (Christian; Memorial Feast Day)
Harold “Doc” Edgerton Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Lynn-Lynn (Muppetism)
Margery Kempe (Church of England)
Martin Chemnitz (Lutheran)
Nectarios of Aegina (Christian; Saint)
Old Socks Day Day (Pastafarian)
Theodore of Amasea (a.k.a. Theodore the General; Roman Catholic Church)
Virgin of Almudena (Madrid; Christian; Saint)
Vitonus (a.k.a. Vanne; Christian; Saint)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Prime Number Day: 313 [65 of 72]
Schicksalstag (Fateful Day; Germany)
Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]
Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [53 of 57]
Premieres
Bridge Over Troubles Water, recorded by Simon and Garfunkel (Song; 1969)
Dances with Wolves (Film; 1990)
Enter the Wu-Tang, by the Wu-Tang Clan (Album; 1993)
The Girl in the Spider’s Web (Film; 2018)
Joyeux Noël (Film; 2005)
Life as a House (Film; 2001)
My Fair Lady (Film; 1964)
A Nightmare on Elm Street (Film; 1984)
No Dice, by Badfinger (Album; 1970)
Piano Man, by Billy Joel (Album; 1973)
Skyfall (US Film; 2012) [James Bond #23]
When the Pawn…, by Fiona Apple (Album; 1999)
The Young Ones (UK TV Series; 1982)
You’re My Home, by Billy Joel (Song; 1973)
You’ve Really Got A Hold On Me, by The Miracles (Song; 1962)
Today’s Name Days
Herfried, Roland, Theodor (Austria)
Božo, Erpo, Ivan, Milostislav, Teodor, Ursin (Croatia)
Bohdan (Czech Republic)
Theodor (Denmark)
Teo, Teodor, Tuudor (Estonia)
Teo, Teuvo (Finland)
Maturin, Théodore (France)
Gregor, Herfried, Roland, Theodor (Germany)
Elladios, Mavra, Nektarios, Theoktisti (Greece)
Tivadar (Hungary)
Oreste, Teodoro (Italy)
Teodors (Latvia)
Dargintas, Estela, Skirtautė, Teodoras (Lithuania)
Teodor, Tordis (Norway)
Bogudar, Genowefa, Nestor, Teodor, Ursyn (Poland)
Teodor (Slovakia)
Almudena (Spain)
Teodor, Teodora (Sweden)
Orestes, Sullivan, Vaughan, Vaughn (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 313 of 2022; 52 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 3 of week 45 of 2022
Celtic Tree Calendar: Hagal (Constraint) [Day 12 of 28]
Chinese: Month 10 (Lùyuè), Day 16 (Bing-Yin)
Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)
Hebrew: 15 Cheshvan 5783
Islamic: 14 Rabi II 1444
J Cal: 13 Mir; Fiveday [13 of 30]
Julian: 27 October 2022
Moon: 98.5%: Waning Gibbous
Positivist: 4 Frederic (12th Month) [Charles V]
Runic Half Month: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 15 of 15]
Season: Autumn (Day 48 of 90)
Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 18 of 31)
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