Let's Get Physical!

Right!
Time for action!
Yes, action, physical action!
Exertion even!
Them pounds have been creepin' back.
And they ain't gonna shift themselves.
So, hopefully there will be less of me sooner than later!

(I'm sweating just thinking about it!)

PAUL BRADY The Long Goodbye

Paris Takes Us.

...time goes by.

We were in the kitchen at home.
You were doing the ironing, and we were playing a game.
I had to choose a word, and you would try to sing a line of a song with that word in it.

'These 'BOOTS' are made for walkin',
'Put your 'HEAD' on my shoulder',
'Every night I sit here by your 'WINDOW'.

I think I must have been very young, 'cos I remember playing on the floor, and looking up at you. (Or was I looking up TO you!)
Doing the ironing, and singing. And playing games with me.
And there was just the two of us.
(There may have been other kids in the room, I don't know, but they are not in this memory.)

Every time I iron a shirt for a gig I find myself in that lovely memory.
I don't have a gig tonight,
But I think I'll Iron a few shirts anyway.

Our Helen (my Big Sis) is gone a year today.

Happy Fadder's Day!

It is a wise father that knows his own child.
(W. Shakespeare. 1564-1616)

Thank you KateNap!

Special Olympics Limerick

What a wonderful week we had in our wee town!
The Special Olympics graced our place yet again.
Well done to all the wonderful athletes.
And a huge round of applause to all the volunteers who gave time, energy and lots of love and hugs.
But of course, they were rewarded tenfold!

We did what we could, what we are good at, and entertained all those (3000) volunteers tonight, at a great party! You are such a wonderful bunch, and it was our pleasure to see you all having so much fun!

Well done Limerick!

Day At The Beach

Annette and myself took ourselves off for the day to the coast.
Sunny, but quite breezy and a little bit too chilly for a swim yet!
(Coward, I know!)
I did manage to get a 'redneck' tan though! :¬(

Of course we forgot to bring the camera, these are from the phone.

As usual, the beach was over-crowded with day-trippers!


Aaah, there's my lovely Annette, in the middle!


Can you spot the elderly couple and their dog just sitting peacefully amongst the throngs of sun-worshippers?


This is the 'Pollock Holes' in Kilkee, County Clare.

Some People Think I Post Too Many YOOTOOBS! Well Fook Me!

I earn my living as an entertainer.
It's not an easy job.
But then again, I don't have a job.
I have a way of life.
And I get paid for it.
I am a very lucky man.
Like a lot of other people, some days are good, some days are not.
But the good days are very, very good.
And a happy man comes home to his family after a 'days' work!
I may never be a star in the global sense.
But that doesn't matter to me.
I get all the adoration I need at home.


I Think Gaz looks like Pa!
(Only KateNap will get this!)

Fortyniner!

Cash gifts only please.

:¬)

A Pot Of Paint! (And A Brush!)

I remember a night, long ago, I was maybe 6? Ma sent me to the shops, local, back in the days when kids could be sent to the shops without fear, or even the knowledge, that there were 'weird' fuckers out there waiting to pounce on yer kids!

Anyway, I remember this evening so well. My siblings had gone to bed, and Ma wanted something (cigarettes), from the local shop. I saw a little bottle of paint, and a brush in the window. But I knew, even in my little kiddie head, that we couldn't afford such luxuries!
This to me was all my Santa's dreams coming together. To say we were poor was an understatement! And yes, I know my Ma was buying her few cigarettes, but back then, that was such a 'way out' a luxury that kept people who had lived through both wars, well, SANE, that was their 'right' I suppose. Can any one of us 'young' people even imagine what it was like to live between two wars?? And back then smoking wasn't the bad thing it is today!

Anyway, that pot of paint and the little brush. I told Ma about them when I got home. I remember so well Ma counting her pennies, and asking if I knew how much that paint and brush cost, and if Tony, (the shop owner) would take the cigarettes back in exchange for them!

I remember not going back to the shop, whether that was 'cos I wanted Ma to have her cigarettes or just because I couldn't be arsed going back to the shop I can't remember!

But I do remember Ma asking.

That evening is stuck firmly in my head!

Love is such a wonderful thing.

xxxx

Am. I. Wasting. My. Fucking. Time?

I know I'm supposed to be doing this shit for me/myself?
But if you ain't listening then what's the point eh?
And I know the faithful 6 or 7 are always there, but I talk to ye 'other' places anyway yeah? So, more comments yeah or I'm gone! Seriously, I could be knitting or something! Fucksake!

You have one day.

I mean it!

Or I'm gone.

UPDATE; 24 hours later! Now! That wasn't too fucking hard was it, eh?

Is it wrong that all I crave is your undying love and ceaseless adoration?

And the odd comment or two? :¬)

(Now wasn't that fun?!)

Paul Brady Ate My Hampster

Well of course he didn't!

I think we all need a bit of 'cheering up'!

Cuba anybody?