Sunday 27 May 2012

In The Midst Of Grief

I don't usually go drinking at midday of a Sunday,
but a Pal shouldn't be drinking alone when one of his pals leaves this mortal coil.
And so we drank a toast to his friend's life, to his memory. We talked shite, we laughed, we held back tears, we drank some more, and more, and we stumbled home in the sunshine.

There are too many clichés I could insert here, just pick your own.

In the midst of all that, here's what was in front of us in our local today for the match! Only in Ireland!! (thanks to Eiméid Ó'Throighigh, my favourite barman, for the pic!)

10 comments:

  1. Sorry for your pal's loss.

    Yep, that may just be an "Only in Ireland" photo for sure. :)

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  2. The Eurovision song contest no doubt about the entry paddy boy. It made me cry too.

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  3. Awww...nuts. I'm sorry to hear that. But the pic made me smile. Thanks for that.

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  4. It sucks to lose a friend...
    Turn a glass for me mate.

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  5. No better way to remember a lost friend - may he rest in peace.

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  6. thinking of you - and your friend - may he rest in peace...

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  7. Oh, Map- so sorry to hear of your loss. Hard to see a good friend go. No words, indeed.

    Be well.

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  8. Pull yoursel together the night, shed no more a tear for the fallen. Strength in blood, strength in friendship, leave the greeting to the women. Be the man your pal was.

    Pint?

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  9. Sorry to hear that. The two fitba fans in the front, they wouldnay be fans of the "Others" in disguise would they?

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  10. Sausage; Wrong sport pal! The nuns tend to be more fond of the local Gaelic games. :¬)

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