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I went to Kinnity Castle on Saturday night. The plan was to arrive there at 4pm allowing us all a couple of hours to get ready for dinner at 6pm. I didn't arrive until 5.30pm. That was due to getting lost a number of times and also because of the sky coming down and laying itself out as a thick fog over the ground. The fog added to the notion that the castle was haunted. The fog hung off the old gray walls of the building like a horde of ghosts that had lived there 800 years before.


I parked the car, opened the trunk and grabbed my duffle bag.  I entered the castle through two big wooden doors and was greeted by two empty suits of armor standing at the top of a red carpetted stairway. There was a smell of an age that was trying desperately to linger on. It greeted my nostrils with the hope that I may never leave but instead keep the scent deep within my heart. I knew that could never be possible. This was a hotel after all and I had only paid for one night's accommodation. Instead, I decide to capture the scent in words and relay it to a world still living.


My room was down a dark corridor that was lit by nothing more than a candle lit courtyard that I could see through the small windows on my right. The door to my room was in the furthest most corner of the castle. I entered the room and shut my door. I had to push it hard as it had stiffened over the years and now creaked loudly.


The light was already on in the room. Something went quickly by the window. Maybe it was the janitor tending to the flowers outside my window. I shut the curtains.I shaved, then had a quick shower, changed my clothes and went downstairs.  I was greeted by Mrs O'Reilly.  She recognised me, although I only met her once - at her daughter's marriage to my good friend, Lucianno (nickname given to him for having Italian features despite being very Irish).  That wedding was some 8 years ago. With her was her eldest daughter, Rita who came with her youngest son, David.  I worked with Rita some years ago. When introducing me to others, she tends to refer to me as "the guy who uses his religious knowledge to wind up the world".  She's quite right.  Rita has that ability to cut away the foliage to reveal a person's true identity. I entered the bar.  I must have been the last person to arrive because the place was full of Lucianno's friends. 


Phil was there.  He was on his first drink.  And I knew that later on he would do the sensible thing and drink buckets and buckets of water and go to bed early. Phil was born sensible.  When he was born, he was able to put on his own diaper. At the age of 3 he was washing his own laundry. When he reached puberty he didn't have to ask anyone why he was getting hairy, he had already prepared himself for this "change" 6 years earlier by reading Sue Townsend's "The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole" 15 times!


Paddy and his wife Mary were there.  If they had made an excuse not to turn up, there would have been no party.  Lucianno and Paddy were great friends since college. Shortly after finishing college, they got the same job working for the same multinational, in the same department with the same guy herein referred to as BandCompletely.  We worked together for 10 years. The connection only broke when I walked out on my job, never to return to the place. But, we remained friends. 


Paddy has a sense of humor unique to him.  He can give the most mundane of subjects a colour that no one else could ever manage.  Definitely not Phil!  All listen with interest to any story he tells, any subject he relates, and any joke he spins.  He and Bono struggle with the same height dillemma - how to get their peepee over the edge of the urinal so that their dirty contents are not spilling all over the floor. 


Mary, on the otherhand, is a lady who has an air of confidence but is truly a troubled woman.  She loves to think she is in control of her life and can control others.  But, like her mother, her world is falling apart around her while she is propping up her ego.  She may save her face but everything else may get lost in the queue for the bathroom.


Lucianno's wife was tall, slender, attractive mother of 3 beautiful and well behaved children.  She was brought up in a loving family and it showed.  Her beauty on the outside was well complimented by her beauty on the inside. She cared for all around her and always ensured everyone was having a good time.  When first introduced to Lucianno she was informed that he was an Italian with very little English.  Lucianno played on this for the whole night.  They have been together ever since.

I forgot to mention that the bar was known as the "Dungeon Bar".  The same suited the place because it was in the lowest chamber, beside the deepest keep. Strangely, the effect of the bar being a creepy place was lost due to the amount of artificial light. There was nothing eerie about the place.  This suited most people, especially the women who were nervously looking about themselves for fear the ghost of the baby in diapers would return looking for its mother.


Apparently some weeks earlier, the concierge noticed a child walking about the halls of the castle in nothing but it's diaper. She picked it up and brought it to reception.  While making calls to the rooms where she knew there were children, the child disappeared.  Nobody in any of the rooms were missing their children.  The child could only have been a ghost.  A ghost of the smothered child. In 1532, a child had been born illegitimately to a servant girl living in the castle.  For fear she would be found and hanged for the crime, she smothered the child and burried it in the dungeon.  This story was being relayed by the women in our company. They told it in such a manner that they expected the baby in diapers come come walking through as the story was told.  It never did.


I ordered beer for the company.  We drank, laughed and continued in this manner until dinner. 

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Hello!  It was you who thought it was a good idea to wear shoes that were made for herons!

No, i wore shoes that were made for a taxi!!!

Monte Carlo prison - will have to go and check it out - fancy a weekend away Vertigoed?!

Like the story BC - you really have literary talent

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hi you all! had a nice time with my mom!

what a story about the child in diapers that haunted the castle....

and how your parents met is so sweet, vertigoed! zhivvy's story bout meeting husband is so typical to her, i guess LOL!!

had the last electrician over today at 6pm, but my love received a call from a 5th(!) this afternoon.... i did send some emails through a special website to contact craftsmen, and some answered they werent free before march-april (bit too late) and this one is coming over tomorrow 4pm (but my love forget to ask if he could do the job in februari...so we'll see.

have to be at work at 7 (3 days) so i'll try to go to bed early....eyes.gif where did we hear that one before?! zhiv?!

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Good afternoon, all. I'm sorry that I didn't finish my story last night. To be honest, I was in no mood for writing. And I'm not fully sure if I'm in the mood today but I am a little better than yesterday and I'm also typing a lot faster which is a sure sign I'm on the road to recovery.


What road to recovery you ask? I think I drank too much and stayed up too long on Saturday night/Sunday morning in the castle. There are numerous reasons for that. I'll write them down in a few... they all relate to the current title.








but it goes to show -- you should have let the castle

doctors treat you tongue.gif




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Either bunk is fine by me Vertigoed - we'll be in Monte Carlo so I'm happy!!!!

And I think my meeting my husband story is quite sweet Barbara how dare you hint it isn't? lol!!!

My early night failed again last night will try tonight again - aiming for in bed and asleep by midnight.

But i have to ring my friend later (the one who's coming to Dublin with us) and we can talk for hours (that may surprise you!!)

But i will try to drop in later and see what's going on in the land of madness!

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have a nice chat, zhiv!!


ohh, and are you gonna take killerheels with you to belgium.. have to warn you many streets are restored to cobbles here!! and the same in tongeren i think, isnt that right, jessika? so might order a lot of taxi's or get your hub to carry you on his back!!

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