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Glenanne Gang boss Jim Mitchell so well connected he used RUC officers to provide security on his Armagh farm - SundayWorld.com
https://www.sundayworld.com/news/northern-ireland-news/glenanne-gang-boss-so-well-connected-he-used-ruc-to-provide-security-on-his-farm/a1542575299.html
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fuckin missed this. I have literally not gone anywhere.
#reminds me of going into my kitchen and getting slapped with roaming charges lmao#just south armagh things#.txt
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10, 21, 46 for the ask game :)
Thanks for the asks
10. would you slaughter the rich?
I would support the guillotine for billionaires who deserve it. However I couldn't actually kill anyone. I could beat up a Tory tho.
21. something you’ve kept since childhood?
I still have some of the books I loved as a kid and teenager as well as my high school leaver's hoodie that is 10 years old; Class of 2012 lads! But only because it's comfy as fuck.
46. favorite holiday film?
The Nightmare Before Christmas or Die Hard; both are Christmas movies and Nightmare is a Halloween one too.
#kerri answers asks#the ask that gets me in trouble with the po-po#I'm from south armagh i'm gonna fight a tory if i can#ask me stuff
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A mobile sniper platform in a Mazda 626 with a Barrett M90, used by the South Armagh Sniper (1997)
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1920 Irish local election highlighting areas which supported pro-Irish independence parties in green versus areas which supported pro-UK parties in purple.
by u/MapsnStats
The 1920 Irish local elections were the last set of elections in Ireland whilst it formed part of the United Kingdom.
The result was almost identical to the 1918 general election where Irish Unionists won a majority in present-day Northern Ireland whilst pro-independence Sinn Féin won all-but-three constituency seats in present-day Republic of Ireland: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1918_Irish_general_election
In present-day Republic of Ireland, the affluent south Dublin suburbs of Pembroke and Rathgar were the only areas to vote for pro-UK parties outside of Trinity College Dublin.
In present-day Northern Ireland, all parts of County Antrim and most parts of counties Down and Derry/Londonderry voted for pro-UK parties, with Tyrone being more pro-independence leaning and counties Fermanagh and Armagh being quite evenly split.
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Slieve Gullion panorama, view of the geology of South Armagh inside the UNESCO Geopark.
#ireland#vsco#landscape#vscocam#irish#photographers on tumblr#photography#travel#nature#slieve gullion#geology#panorama#panoramic ireland#county armagh#scenery#UNESCO#Geopark
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Rush hour traffic in Mountnorris, South Armagh 🐑😄
Thanks @eclectic.eyes for this charming photo.
https://lovetovisitireland.com/county-armagh-northern-ireland-top-things-to-see-and-do/
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JJK characters and where I think they might be from if the series was based in the UK with no explanation:
Satoru Gojo: London, England (Kensington specifically).
Megumi Fushiguro: London, England (Hackney specifically).
Yuji Itadori: Newcastle, England.
Nobara Kugisaki: South Wales Valleys, Wales.
Kento Nanami: Edinburgh, Scotland.
Suguru Geto: Bradford, England.
Toji Fushiguro: Liverpool, England.
Utahime Iori: Cardiff, Wales.
Shoko Ieiri: Manchester, England.
Mei Mei: Chelmsford, England.
Aoi Todo: Armagh, N.Ireland.
Kasumi Miwa: Anglesey, Wales.
Noritoshi Kamo: Dundee, Scotland.
Momo Nishimiya: Blackpool, England.
Maki and Mai Zen'in: Liverpool, England.
Panda: Birmingham, England.
Toge Inumaki: Belfast, N.Ireland.
Yuta Okkotsu: Derry/Londonderry, N.Ireland.
I think the story would be set primarily in England, with Jujutsu High being located in Southern England, hence why many of the characters are from varying parts of England and also why many are from different parts of the UK- as students come to Jujustu High and Kyoto from all over.
I feel like the Zen'in family would be based in/around Liverpool, the Gojo family would be based in/around London and the Kamo family would be based in/around Dundee. Hence why I've made Toji, Mai and Maki all from Liverpool. Megumi is an exception as he was born after Toji left the clan.
#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen in the UK#gojo satoru#geto suguru#yuta okkotsu#yuji itadori#nobara kugisaki#megumi fushiguro#nanami kento#toji fushiguro#maki zenin#mai zenin#aoi todo#toge inumaki
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Today in Christian History
Today is Wednesday, March 22nd, the 81st day of 2023. There are 284 days left in the year.
Today’s Highlight in History:
1556: Cardinal Reginald Pole is consecrated Archbishop of Canterbury, restoring Catholicism to England for a brief time between the Protestant reigns of Edward VI and Elizabeth I.
1593: Arrest of John Penry, an independent Welsh pastor, who will be hanged for sedition. He had criticized Church of England leaders for their neglect of Wales and among his papers was found the draft of a strongly worded letter to Queen Elizabeth.
1621: Hugo Grotius, a Dutch Arminian imprisoned by Calvinists, after spending an hour on his knees praying, steps into a book box by which he will escape prison.
1641: The Archbishop of Armagh convenes a provincial synod at Kells which almost unanimously pronounces the war undertaken by the Catholics of Ireland against the English “just and lawful.”
1720: John Gill is solemnly ordained as a Baptist pastor in Horsleydown in a lengthy public ceremony which involves much prayer and soul searching. Gill will remain at Horsleydown for 51 years and gain recognition as a great controversialist, sharply critical of Wesley’s theology because it placed the decision to follow Christ in a person’s own hands.
1758: Death in New Jersey from smallpox of Jonathan Edwards, Christian pastor, theologian, scientist, and educator.
1814: Beheading of the Orthodox monk Euthymius in Constantinople. He had abandoned Christianity for Islam in his youth but soon regretted it, returned to faith, became a monk on Mt. Athos, and practiced great austerities. Eventually he traveled to Constantinople where he testified of his faith.
1874: Ordination in Calcutta of Mathura Kath Bose, who will minister to the Chandal people of Gopalgunge near the Ganges, winning many to Christ. He lives on a meagre income, having relinquished opportunities for commercial advancement by becoming a Christian.
1918: Death in Berlin of Alexander Merensky, who had served as a missionary to the Transvaal, South Africa, and written many books about missions.
1920: Death in Guayaquil, Ecuador, of George S. Fisher, founder of the Gospel Missionary Union. He had contracted typhoid fever while visiting the work in Ecuador.
#Today in Christian History#March 22nd#Cardinal Reginald Pole is consecrated Archbishop of Canterbury#death of Jonathan Edwards#beheading of Orthodox monk Euthymius#ordination of Mathura Kath Bose#ordination of John Gill#Arrest of John Penry
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Part 10: Red Right Hand
Fandom: Peaky Blinders
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC
Summary: A situation with the IRA pushes Tommy and Lucy to seek out Grace for help.
Word Count: 3,220
Notes: Warnings for depictions of violence and blood.
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Chapter 13: The Sixth Chime
The red lighting around them caught against Lucy’s skin, turning it a red that was a shade or two lighter than that of her hair. Tommy looked back and forth at the crowds moving about in the marketplace as Campbell unfolded the Most Wanted paper for him to take a look at the photos. He scanned the faces staring back at him, then tapped the one in the top left.
“Malachi Byrne,” Campbell sounded almost impressed. “Brigade Commander of the South Armagh IRA. You hooked yourself a big fish there.”
“With these guns as bait, who knows what we’ll catch?” Tommy said. Lucy shifted from foot to foot beside him.
“We?” Campbell looked incensed. “Are you suggesting that you and I could work together as a team?”
“Isn’t that what we’re already doing?” Lucy asked around her cigarette. He had asked her to come along, both for the simple reminder that not everyone in the world despised him, and because he needed someone around to make sure that he didn’t pull out his revolver and shoot Campbell at the first opportunity.
Despite his protests at them working as a team, Campbell seemed amiable to the plan and requests Tommy laid out for him. But as a sweetener, he made a point of reminding him of that medal he seemed so eager to earn.
Campbell chuckled. “If I get a medal, I will have your initials engraved on the backside.”
He really couldn’t help himself, there. “My initials on your backside. That’s quite an image.”
Lucy choked and clapped a hand over her laugh in a helpless attempt to cover her cackle at the joke. Tommy elbowed her good naturedly, which only prolonged her stifled giggles. It might have caused a bit of a blow to his relationship with Campbell, but it was worth it to get to hear Lucy laugh like that.
Though even Campbell didn’t seem particularly angered at the comment, just turning away. That was something.
“Inspector,” Tommy called out before he could leave. “Since we’re getting on so well, can you answer me a question? Who gave you Freddie Thorne?” perhaps, if he could bring the name of whoever had actually turned Freddie in to the rest of the family, they wouldn’t be so angry with him anymore.
“As everyone in the city knows, it was you, Mr. Shelby,” Campbell flashed him a cruel, half smirk, and began to walk away. Tommy watched him for a moment, trying to discern if that was just an attempt to get under his skin, or if it was an actual, legitimate answer. To his frustration, he wasn’t sure.
“The fuck did he mean by that?” Lucy asked as they began to move through the market in the opposite direction that Campbell had gone.
“I want you to start keeping a closer eye on our men. Especially any of the new ones.”
Lucy’s steps stuttered. “You think we have a mole?”
He grunted.
“Campbell is probably just fucking with you.”
“Maybe. Just keep your eyes open for anything that seems off.”
“Yeah. Okay,” she tossed her cigarette away and slipped her arm into his. “He makes my skin crawl.”
“Who? Campbell?”
“Yeah,” she shook her head, pressing her side closer to his instinctively. “I don’t even know what it is. There’s just something…” she trailed off, biting her lip.
“What?”
“He’s cruel,” she said finally, shaking her head.
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“Shit,” she heard Tommy mumble the moment he’d set the phone receiver down in its cradle. Looking up from the last bit of paperwork she was finishing up before they stopped for the day and went to bed, she found him fumbling in a drawer, pulling out a map and making a few hasty markings on it with a pen.
“What’s wrong?”
“That was Byrne,” he nodded to the phone. “He’s coming now with two IRA men to collect the location of the guns,” he folded the map and tucked it into his pocket.
“At this hour?”
“Yes. And they want you and me to come alone.”
“Because they mean to kill us once you give them what they want,” she finished for him. “Fuck.”
“Call Campbell,” he pointed at the phone, standing. “Tell him we’re doing it tonight at the Garrison. I’ll be right back,” he didn’t give her an opportunity to ask anymore questions, already dashing out the door. She grabbed the phone, dialing the number for the police station. Campbell answered on the first ring, listened quietly to what she had to say, and informed her that he would send Sergeant Moss and some officers down to arrest the IRA men.
“Alright,” she looked up as Tommy reentered the room. “Thank you. I have to go,” she hung up before he could respond.
“He’s sending Moss and some men. They’ll come in on the sixth chime of the clock,” taking the coat he handed her, she pulled it on while following him to the door.
“Grace will still be at the Garrison, won’t she?” Tommy asked, checking his watch.
“Probably just closing up, but yeah.”
“Good. We’re going to need her help.”
“What–?”
“She won’t have to do anything but stand there and point a gun, don’t worry.”
There was no time to ask any follow-up questions. Not that she really needed to. She trusted him.
Tommy banged his fist hard against the Garrison’s door once they arrived, the other hand clutching her fingers tightly.
“I still don’t like getting her involved,” Lucy said softly.
“I know,” Tommy sighed, banging on the door again. A moment later the locks clicked, and Grace opened the door. Tommy went barreling in, half dragging Lucy behind him.
“Leave that open,” he called over his shoulder to Grace when she moved to lock the door again. He let go of Lucy’s hand to check the door in the back, and she set to work arranging the tables and chairs. A moment later Tommy rushed over to help her. Moving to the bar, they removed their caps, Lucy running her fingers through her curls in an attempt to somewhat tame them. Grace moved to begin pouring them each a glass of whiskey, but Tommy held up a hand. “No.”
“Are you expecting trouble?”
“Yeah,” he pulled a revolver from his pocket. Grace eyed it when he set it down on the bar while beginning to explain the situation to her, and what he was going to need her to do.
“Now, you’re gonna be in that back room,” he pointed. “I’m going to be sitting there. Lucy’s sitting with me. They insisted that she be in on the meeting.”
“Because they know she’s your assassin,” Grace said simply. “And they want her somewhere they can see her.”
“Yes,” he affirmed before continuing to explain the rest of the plan. It really was just as simple as he had said; all she had to do was come out of the back on her cue, and point the gun at the right people. Easy enough.
Tommy grabbed at her arms, holding them up with the gun aimed, his chest to her back. “Just point. Right?”
Grace nodded. Outside, the clock chimed.
“All right, go. Go on. Go!” Tommy pushed at Grace gently, and she rushed towards the back.
“It’s going to be alright,” Lucy told her. After she’d disappeared to the back, Lucy went about helping Tommy grab glasses and bottles of booze, preparing the table, arranging everything to look normal. They sat down, side by side, Tommy’s fingers slipping into his pocket to check his watch. Lucy’s heart was hammering away in her chest. Glancing over her shoulder once, she squinted at the back of the pub. She couldn’t see Grace. Please, don’t let us get shot.
Tommy’s hand smoothed over her thigh, squeezing once before drawing back. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she forced her muscles to relax. The shadows of three men appeared in the window, the doors creaking as Byrne and his two comrades stepped in.
“Have your girl remove her gun and the bullets inside it,” Byrne ordered, hands clasped in front of him. Lucy glanced at Tommy. That was to be expected, but still the idea unnerved her. Tommy nodded, and she sighed, reaching into her jacket and pulling out her revolver, emptying the bullets out onto the table with little metallic clinks, placing the gun down onto the wood. She felt naked without it in her hand or snug against her ribs. Satisfied, the men sat down. Tommy poured them each drinks, though none of the men moved to touch them. At Byrne’s impatient demand for the location of the guns, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out the folded map. He held it up in one hand.
“Give me the cash.”
Byrne nodded, and the other man pulled a package from his coat and slid it across the table towards them. Tommy tossed the map down in front of Byrne.
“You’re going to need a shovel.”
Byrne took the map, glancing down at it, and then nodded to the man to his right. He began smiling, chuckling softly, taunting them as he lifted a gun to Tommy’s head.
“Make your peace, Mr. Shelby,” Byrne said. “You too, Ms. Winters.”
“I will make peace my own way,” Tommy picked up the glass Byrne’s man had pushed away, raising it into the air. Here we go. “To barmaids who don’t count,” he took a sip from the glass. Lucy heard the door behind them open, the sound of Grace’s footsteps approaching.
And then two shots rang out from the gun clutched in her hands. Tommy jerked forward, hands flung half up to cover his head. The man who’d been holding a gun to Tommy went limp as a bullet caught him in the chest. Byrne lunged across the table towards Tommy and the pair began wrestling, sending the glasses on the table flying before slamming into the bar. Lucy flung herself across the table at the other man, grabbing her empty revolver from the table and aiming a strike at his head with it, but he caught her arms, attempting to wrench the gun from her hands. Sweeping her leg out, she knocked his feet out from under him, but his grasp he had on her meant that she went tumbling down with him.
Struggling to wrench herself from her assailant’s grasp, the gun was knocked from her hands to skid across the floor, and an elbow to the stomach pushed all the air from her lungs, leaving her to gasp and cough while he climbed on top of her, large hands locking around her neck. Lucy’s fingers dug into his wrists, trying to pry them away as he started to squeeze. Black dots appeared in her vision, and before he could react she thrust a hand up, grabbing the side of his face, and plunged her thumb into his eye. It popped beneath her nail like a grape, blood spurting out to cover her hand. He let out a wailing scream, grip loosening on her enough that she was able to curl her legs up and kick him away. Coughing rapidly as air whooshed back into her chest, she scrambled up, climbing on top of him and reaching into her shoe for the blade she kept concealed there. He had one hand pressed to his eye, the other held up as he watched her draw the knife. Had she allowed him enough time to speak, she wondered if he would have begged for his life.
She cut his throat, slicing straight through the vocal cords, before he ever got the chance.
The blood poured out wetly all over her hands and onto the floor, his body making little gurgling, choking sounds before finally going still.
Head turning, knife still ready to cut anyone who came near her, she spotted Tommy on top of Byrne, slamming one of the spittoons over and over against his head. Grace was huddled against the bar, looking at Lucy and Tommy with enormous eyes. Tommy was still bringing the spittoon down. Over and over again.
“Tommy,” she croaked out, trying to stand, feet slipping in the blood pooling around her. “Tommy!”
He finally tossed the spittoon, dented and stained with blood, to the ground, doubling over, breathing hard. Scrambling to her feet, Lucy staggered towards Grace, kneeling next to her, hand seizing tightly at her shoulder. Tommy had pulled himself to his feet, glass crunching under his shoes as he moved towards them. Using two fingers, Lucy gently turned Grace’s face so she could examine the gash that had opened up across her forehead. She must have hit her head sometime in the struggle. Grace’s fingers traced lightly across Lucy’s neck, where she was sure that bruises in the shape of hands were already beginning to appear. Tommy made a sound that was close to a sob, reaching down to help pull both of them to their feet. One of his hands brushed carefully against Grace’s face, checking her head. The other grasped tightly onto Lucy’s shoulder to keep her steady. He grabbed Grace by the face, pulling her close.
“Why did you shoot?” he whispered. Grace whimpered. “Why did you shoot, Grace?”
Grace’s face crumpled, and she began to cry. Lucy wrapped one arm around each of them, clinging tightly.
“I didn’t know I had it in me like that,” Grace sobbed. Tommy’s lower lip trembled. He pulled them both closer.
“Now you’ve seen me. You’ve seen both of us.”
“And you’ve seen me,” Grace’s eyes moved between them, the hand around Lucy’s waist tightened, the other grasping Tommy’s arm. “I’m sorry.”
Tommy just pulled them both closer, the three of them squeezed into a fierce hug, heads resting against shoulders, arms wrapped around one another. The door creaked, and Tommy’s brows pinched. Lucy was the first to notice, giving Tommy and Grace one last firm squeeze before pulling away just before the police officers strode in. Moss’s eyebrows rose at the sight of Tommy and Grace still embracing, Lucy hovering nearby. When Tommy let Grace go and pulled away to face the officers, Grace grabbed tightly onto Lucy’s arm.
“You were supposed to come on the sixth chime!” Tommy bellowed. “You were supposed to come on the fucking sixth chime!”
Sergeant Moss didn’t say anything, just stared at the bodies before him. Tommy leaned back against the bar, eyes focused up. The white collar of his shirt was splattered with spots of blood.
Not caring what the officers might think, Lucy looped her arm around Grace while Tommy spoke with Moss.
“Are you alright?” Grace whispered, staring in quiet horror at Lucy’s throat. Reaching up with her free hand, Lucy winced when her fingertips made contact with the tender skin.
“I’ll be fine,” it didn’t feel like anything was severely damaged. She would just be bruised and probably hoarse for a day or two. Shaking her head, she pushed back Grace’s blonde hair to again check the cut on her head. “Come with me,” taking Grace’s hand, she started to lead the way towards the washrooms. “Gonna go wash off the blood,” she explained to Tommy, trying to keep her voice soft to not further strain it. Already she was starting to feel a burn in her vocal cords.
Grace showed her where they stored the rags, and she wetted one in the sink, the water hissing as it flowed from the tap. With ginger movements, she wiped at the cut on Grace’s forehead, cleaning away the blood and examining the wound.
“I don’t think you’ll need stitches. Just keep and eye on it and try to keep it clean.”
Without a word, Grace nodded. There was a knock on the washroom door, and when Lucy pulled it open, Tommy was standing there, shoulders half hunched in and expression miserable.
“Moss says we can leave whenever,” he mumbled. Not speaking, Lucy pulled him into the room, using the rag to wipe off the worst of the blood splattered on his face. When she was done, Grace timidly shuffled closer, taking the cloth and brushing it across Lucy’s cheeks. For a moment, she was transported back in time, to the first moment she saw Grace, when the new pretty barmaid had reached across with a handkerchief to wipe a stray streak of blood off of her face.
It felt like a thousand lifetimes ago.
Once they were about as clean as they could all hope to be with only a single measly washbasin between the three of them, they filed out of the washroom. The officers were still in the pub, though a significant amount of the bloodied mess they’d made had already been cleaned away.
“Go get your things. We’ll walk you home,” Lucy whispered to Grace. She nodded, going into the back for her bag and coat. “Tommy,” she approached him carefully. Speaking was definitely beginning to hurt a little, her throat aching. She took his hand firmly. “Come on,” as soon as Grace was ready, she led them both outside into the cold fresh air. Tommy lit a cigarette, the three of them passing it between them as they started to walk down the road. None of them said a word. Grace kept her hands clutched in tightly to her chest, coming to a stop at a simple little building. She took one last drag of the cigarette before handing it back to Tommy.
“Thank you,” Grace’s eyes darted between them. Lucy reached out to hug her tightly. Tommy just looked down.
“I’m sorry,” was all he said, before taking Lucy’s hand and pulling her along after him, and down the road.
They went to her apartment, the locks clicking firmly into place, and then Tommy’s hands were reaching to skim along the bruises on her throat.
“You’re not going to be able to talk tomorrow.”
“Probably not,” she agreed in a rasp. “But it’s not that bad.”
Hands dropping to wrap around her waist, Tommy pulled her closer until she was practically crushed against his chest. Lucy closed her eyes, winding her arms around him and snuggling closer. Tommy’s lips pressed into her hair, kissing gently, spreading the pecks along the entire crown of her head. Cradling the back of his skull, Lucy fisted her other hand in the front of his shirt, pulling him in even tighter, tugging his head back so she could kiss him.
“I’m okay,” she whispered, once they’d broken away. “Grace is okay. You’re okay,” she stroked his face. “It’s all going to be okay.”
Tommy closed his eyes, throat working, and then he nodded.
“I’m tired,” she said softly, taking his hand. His mouth began to pepper kisses along her jaw, hands grabbing at her as if trying to convince himself that she was still there. Still whole. “Bed.”
He insisted on helping her undress, even giving her one of his undershirts to wear without his usual halfhearted complaints. In just her knickers and his shirt, she pulled his clothes off of him until he was only in his boxers, and together they climbed into her bed, snuggling together in the middle of the mattress, holding onto each other tight, as if afraid that the other would disappear.
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Having a normal one, having open the tabs "venetian nobility" and "provisional IRA south armagh brigade" during the grammar lecture.
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Astronomers discover eight new super-hot stars An international team of astronomers has discovered eight of the hottest stars in the universe, all with surfaces hotter than 100,000 degrees Celsius. The work was published in Monthly Notices of the Royal Astronomical Society. The paper is based on data gathered using the Southern African Large Telescope (SALT), the largest single optical telescope in the southern hemisphere, with a 10m x 11m mirror. The study describes how a survey of helium-rich subdwarf stars led to the discovery of several very hot white dwarf and pre-white dwarf stars, the hottest of which has a surface temperature of 180,000 degrees Celsius. For comparison, the Sun’s surface is a mere 5,800 degrees. One of the stars identified is the central star of a newly discovered planetary nebula, which is one light year in diameter. Two of the others are pulsating, or ‘variable’ stars. All of these stars are at an advanced stage of their life cycle and are approaching the end of their lives as white dwarfs. Due to their extremely high temperatures, each of these new discoveries is more than one hundred times brighter than the Sun, which is considered unusual for white dwarf stars. White dwarfs are roughly the same size as planet Earth, but a million times more massive, with masses closer to that of the Sun’s. They are the densest stars in existence that consist of normal matter. Pre-white dwarfs are a few times bigger and will shrink to become white dwarfs within a few thousand years. Simon Jeffery, an astronomer at the Armagh Observatory and Planetarium, who led the research, says, “Stars with effective temperatures of 100,000 degrees Celsius or higher are incredibly rare. It was a real surprise to find so many of these stars in our survey. These discoveries will help to increase our understanding of the late stages of stellar evolution and they demonstrate that SALT is a fantastic telescope for our project.” He adds, “It has been exciting to work with an experienced team, who collectively enabled the discovery of the stars, the analysis of their atmospheres, and the discovery of pulsations and a nebula in a very short space of time.“ The University of Tuebingen’s Professor Klaus Werner, who co-authored the paper, comments, “I am proud to have helped develop this ground-breaking research. The discovery of eight very hot white dwarf and pre-white dwarf stars and a new planetary nebula is hugely significant, and we hope that these findings will help to shed new light on the formation of our galaxy.” Dr Itumeleng Monageng, of the Department of Astronomy, University of Cape Town, and South African Astronomical Observatory, observes, “It is an honour to have played a part in this incredible discovery. The SALT survey of helium-rich hot subdwarfs was intended to explore evolutionary pathways amongst groups of highly evolved stars. It is fascinating to have discovered eight new extremely hot stars in the process, one of which is surrounded by a planetary nebula.” IMAGE....A sky survey image centred on the newly-discovered O(H) star SALT J203959.5-034117 (J2039). Tom Watts (AOP), STScINASA, The Dark Energy Survey
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#OTD in 1981 – At 2:11 am, Raymond McCreesh dies on hunger strike in the H Blocks of Long Kesh Prison. Later, the same day at 11:29 pm, he is joined in death by his friend and fellow hunger-striker, Patsy O’Hara.
#OTD in 1981 – At 2:11 am, Raymond McCreesh dies on hunger strike in the H Blocks of Long Kesh Prison. Later, the same day at 11:29 pm, he is joined in death by his friend and fellow hunger-striker, Patsy O’Hara.
The third of the resolutely determined IRA Volunteers to join the H-Block hunger strike for political status was twenty-four-year-old Raymond McCreesh, from Camlough in South Armagh: a quiet, shy and good-humoured republican, who although captured at the early age of nineteen, along with two other Volunteers in a British army ambush, had already almost three years active republican involvement…
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Over 50 Irish Harpers to Perform at Harps Alive Festival
Over 50 Irish Harpers to Perform at Harps Alive Festival
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Over 50 harpers will take to the stage throughout July as part of the 2022 Harps Alive│An Chruit Bheo│Harps Leevin festival.
Hailing from cities and counties across Ireland, north and south, including Dublin, Antrim, Armagh, Donegal, Portstewart, Ballymoney, Limerick and Galway and coming in from the UK, dozens of Ireland’s finest harpers and musicians will arrive in Belfast this weekend to…
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