Who is the Blarney Crone?
The Crone, close up
The Blarney Crone is Irish, sharp-tongued, quick-witted and has a redhead’s hot temper. She uses her gift of the gab to vent about her life in the Washington DC metro area, and her work in the USA’s capital. She was born in Belfast, Northern Ireland; as you will see, you can take the Crone out of Belfast, but it’s harder to take Belfast–gritty, trenchant and resolute–out of the Crone.
What’s In the Name?
Someone, not the Blarney Crone, bending over backwards to kiss the Blarney Stone–no-one said it would be easy.
Where can you find the Blarney Crone?
The Crone, rendered by a Yorkshire artist
The Blarney Crone is far from where she was reared. She works in Washington DC, where she ekes out a fretful existence before hobbling home to an apartment close to Dupont Circle. She used to work at the Throbbing Temples, a well known think-tank andTransparency Towers, where she helped corporate board members learn to love —or at least learn to live with –their shareholders, press attention and government intervention. She now works at Terrapin Grove, mixing with academics, and all sorts of professionals, business leaders and senior civil servants. She spends weekends in Itchy Ankle, a small settlement in the mosquito-mobbed swampland that adjoins the Chesapeake Bay, where she and her children Hansel and Gretel are welcomed home by a loving cast of characters.
Great blog! I’ve actually kissed that very same stone me-self!
LeRoy
Bout ye,
Not a bad oul’ website, Your stories about our old school bring back the odd memory…time marches on, give me time and I’ll add a few memories of my own!
Ken
Hello Blarney Crone – This is ridiculous. You must be an impostor; yet the photograph does look like you! -just as winsome as ever you were. No way do you fit the dictionary definition of crone which is from Anglo-French meaning “cantankerous or withered old woman.” Well, I’m sure you not cantakerous – well, you didn’t used to be when last we met – and you are certainly not withered. But, it does look like you. It is, isn’t it? – Graham
Yes it’s me. And you know how cantankerous I can be. I seem to remember you doing an uncannily accurate impersonation of me–(hands on ample hips and giving off) in the newsroom in Belfast all those years ago. Very well done for tracking me down by this route? When are you coming to see me in Washington DC? Can I come to see you in Holywood?
Would love to chat about Newtownbreda Primary
thanks for getting in touch. I was at NPS from 1965 to 1972. I had a Colin McCullough in my class–are you his brother. I live in Washington DC now. You?