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Malachy McCourt
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Physique: Stout Build Height: 5'8" (1.73 m)
Malachy Gerard McCourt (born 20 September 1931-) is an Irish-American actor, writer, one-time pub owner, and politician. He is the younger brother of author Frank McCourt. McCourt is best known for his work in The Devil’s Own, Q The Winged Serpent, After.Life and Righteous Kill. He is the author of the books A Monk Swimming and Singing My Him Song.
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In his youth, he was tall, husky with strapping good looks, overflowing charm and entertaining gift of gab. If he did little else, McCourt certainly made himself familiar with the ladies! How do I know? Because he'd tell you all about it in his first memoir, A Monk Swimming, though a more appropriate title for this memoir would have been Malachy, Sex and the City. When I'm reading about the many women he had sex with, I always got an erection with his colorful descriptions. I’ve long admired McCourt as a teller of tall tales, salty jokes and personal anecdotes of growing up poor in Limerick, Ireland and later moving to New York.
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Married with four children and grandchildren, according to his first memoir, McCourt was a bit of a whore. And I love that. Sure he has aged out by now, but I’d still like to image attending a lecture of his so I can go and sit near him. Possibly, deliberately, accidentally, trip and fall over so that my face lands in his crotch. I find it best to be subtle like that.
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RECOMMENDATIONS: Righteous Kill (2008) - Showed his ass crack. Oz - Dead Man Talking (2003) - Shirtless, body being washed.
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maturemenoftvandfilms · 7 months
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Isn't It Delicious (2013) - Malachy McCourt
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stairnaheireann · 8 months
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#OTD in 1930 – Birth of Frank McCourt in Brooklyn, NY. He was an American-Irish teacher and Pulitzer Prize-winning author, best known as the author of Angela’s Ashes.
Writer and educator Francis “Frank” McCourt was born on 19 August 1930, in Brooklyn, New York, as the eldest of seven children. McCourt’s father, Malachy, worked odd jobs while his mother, Angela, worked to raise the children. The family frequently struggled to make ends meet and, after a long stint of unemployment during the Depression, the McCourts returned to their native Limerick in 1934. The…
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travsd · 1 month
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Slán, Mr. McCourt
Malachy McCourt (1931-2024) passed away just a week ago; it made sense to me save a little send-off to him for today, St. Patrick’s Day. Malachy was not as well known internationally as his Pulitzer Prize winning brother Frank McCourt (1930-2009), author of the books Angela’s Ashes (1996), ‘Tis (1999), and Teacher Man (2005), and the stage play The Irish…and How They Got That Way (1997).…
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abs0luteb4stard · 6 months
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W A T C H I N G
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entrena10 · 2 years
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APRENDER A PERDONAR
Desde siempre he querido tener muy claros una serie de conceptos que no siempre he sido capaz de diferenciar en la práctica. Cuando tengo una relación estrecha de confianza con un amigo, familiar, pareja o compañero y éste me falla, se desencadena en lo más profundo de mi ser una serie de consecuencias en forma de decepción, dolor, ira y tristeza, que provoca que yo entre en una espiral negativa…
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haveyoureadthispoll · 28 days
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Imbued on every page with Frank McCourt's astounding humor and compassion. This is a glorious book that bears all the marks of a classic. "When I look back on my childhood I wonder how I managed to survive at all. It was, of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood." So begins the Pulitzer Prize winning memoir of Frank McCourt, born in Depression-era Brooklyn to recent Irish immigrants and raised in the slums of Limerick, Ireland. Frank's mother, Angela, has no money to feed the children since Frank's father, Malachy, rarely works, and when he does he drinks his wages. Yet Malachy—exasperating, irresponsible and beguiling—does nurture in Frank an appetite for the one thing he can provide: a story. Frank lives for his father's tales of Cuchulain, who saved Ireland, and of the Angel on the Seventh Step, who brings his mother babies. Perhaps it is story that accounts for Frank's survival. Wearing rags for diapers, begging a pig's head for Christmas dinner and gathering coal from the roadside to light a fire, Frank endures poverty, near-starvation and the casual cruelty of relatives and neighbors—yet lives to tell his tale with eloquence, exuberance and remarkable forgiveness. Angela's Ashes, imbued on every page with Frank McCourt's astounding humor and compassion, is a glorious book that bears all the marks of a classic.
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Malachy McCourt.
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billscheft · 1 month
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This stinks, Part Two.... Sometime around late 1996, I misspoke around someone very very famous. No, not that guy. I did it out of an overabundance of enthusiasm and a complete lack of humility. It kind of backfired, and I felt like two cents. About a week later, on a Monday night, I sought out Malachy McCourt at a room of like-minded people and ran the scenario by him. In 1996, Malachy was just about to embark on what turned out to be a glorious third act as a "professional Irishman" (not my term), but given his successful second act as an actor and TV personality, was well-versed in the vicissitudes of show business and near-show business. I told him my tale, and he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Forgive yourself, my son. And forgive those who have trespassed on that which was none of their fucking business to begin with." It was just one of a thousand kindnesses he lay on me. Malachy went to Heaven less than 24 hours after another great Irishman, Jerry Foley. I'm sure he's up there now, running around and showing everyone that giant obituary the Times laid on him....
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anx1oustig3r · 2 years
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“i’ve the friday penny for ye boys!”
just a low effort full body of malachy, i want him to have the bad boy older brother in a 90s sitcom kinda energy
he’s also named after the malachy mccourt in angela’s ashes
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Malachy Gerard McCourt (September 20, 1931 – March 11, 2024)
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maturemenoftvandfilms · 11 months
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Malachy McCourt
Irish-American Actor
Just a McCourt Appreciation Post.
Something tells me you would have had a good time with him... in and out of bed for the stories he'd tell alone.
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stairnaheireann · 9 months
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#OTD in 2009 – Death of author, Frank McCourt, in New York.
Writer and educator Francis “Frank” McCourt was born on 19 August 1930, in Brooklyn, New York, as the eldest of seven children. McCourt’s father, Malachy, worked odd jobs while his mother, Angela, worked to raise the children. The family frequently struggled to make ends meet and, after a long stint of unemployment during the Depression, the McCourts returned to their native Limerick in 1934. The…
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Monday, March 11, 2024
The loss of an hour Sunday night. Daylight Savings Time goe into effect. I (ahem) never got around to chaning the clocks.
Catching up: So, as it turns out, Kenichi did drop by yesterday, for a little while (parking around here is a nightmare). We order lunch and he adjusted my phone (I am overdue for a new one). He hit a button and got me "Oppenheimer" on Peacock. (Am I part of his subscription? These things really baffle me.) I am thinking...way back...there was a play by that title at Lincoln Center. Kuniko had something to do with the wardrobe and I was invited to see the play (this would have to have been before Kenichi was born). In the movie (I watch it in installments) actors play Einstein, Truman, et al. Quite good. Supposed to take home many Oscars.
Later: The Oscars. "Oppenheimer" big winner. Seven Oscars.
Monday a m. I phone Wally Dunbar to wish him a happy 90th birthday.
Tuesday, March 12, 2024
My son is so good at establishing a time-line. Says that today March 13, 2020 was the day everything suddenly shut down because of Covid. He had instruments at Carnegie Hall. Had to rescue them. Did so at the last moment.
Another time waster in process: Huge meeting of the minds (house judiciary committee) in D C (Jim Jordon chattering away) to somehow prove Biden mentally incompetent. It fails but some of the pols get to do some grandstanding for the folks back home.
Errands. Beautiful weather. Great to be out in it.
Later: Candidacy settled. We are going to have months of campaigning between Don and Joe. (Lately, Joe becoming more aggresive.)
See obit for Malachy McCourt. Remember meeting his younger brother, Frank, of "Angela's Ashes" fame. Talking to him. Such a nice man.
to be continued
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havewereadthis · 3 months
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"Imbued on every page with Frank McCourt's astounding humor and compassion. This is a glorious book that bears all the marks of a classic.
"When I look back on my childhood I wonder how I managed to survive at all. It was, of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood."
So begins the Pulitzer Prize winning memoir of Frank McCourt, born in Depression-era Brooklyn to recent Irish immigrants and raised in the slums of Limerick, Ireland. Frank's mother, Angela, has no money to feed the children since Frank's father, Malachy, rarely works, and when he does he drinks his wages. Yet Malachy—exasperating, irresponsible and beguiling—does nurture in Frank an appetite for the one thing he can provide: a story. Frank lives for his father's tales of Cuchulain, who saved Ireland, and of the Angel on the Seventh Step, who brings his mother babies.
Perhaps it is story that accounts for Frank's survival. Wearing rags for diapers, begging a pig's head for Christmas dinner and gathering coal from the roadside to light a fire, Frank endures poverty, near-starvation and the casual cruelty of relatives and neighbors—yet lives to tell his tale with eloquence, exuberance and remarkable forgiveness.
Angela's Ashes, imbued on every page with Frank McCourt's astounding humor and compassion, is a glorious book that bears all the marks of a classics."
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