Chara

Is tú i mo chroí anois mo chara Séamus.

The Weakness (In Me)

Here's the story.

Once upon a time a little boy called Martin Anthony Patrick Stewart heard a young woman by the name of Joan Armatrading sing.

And the boy fell in love.

Many years later the lovely miss Joan Armatrading sang her lovely songs, four feet away from Martin Anthony Patrick Stewart, and he did swoon. Repeatedly.

For she smiled her lovely smile, and he doth quivered.

And she did sing, to him alone. Though there be a crowd.


For she doth love him. (:¬)

Gwan Joanie

We're off to Killarney later today to see Joan Armatrading in the INEC.

I've been waiting quite a long time to see this lady perform live.

Front row too! :¬)

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Fathers (Sorry 'Bout Dat)

Father Ted Crilly
Father Jack Hackett
Father Dougal McGuire
Father Noel Furlong
Father Larry Duff
Father Paul Stone
Father Brian Eno
Father Hank Tree.
Father Hiroshima Twinkie.
Father Stig Bubblecard.
Father Liam Deliverance
Father Johnny Helzapoppin.
Father Luke Duke.
Father Romeo Sensini
Father Billy Furley.
Father Austin Purcell
Father Buzz Cagney
Father Chewy Louie.
Father John Hoop.
Father Benny Cake
Father Harry Cakelinem.
Father Rabulah Conundrum.
Father Pee-wee Stairmaster.
Father Joe Briefly
Father Tri-Peglips.
Father Jemimah Ractoole.
Father Jerry Twig.
Father Jim Johnson
Father Fintan Fay
Father Spodo Komodo.
Father Canabramalamer.
Father Todd Unctious.

sis

Yes, I've been to the pub.
Yes, I'm feeling sorry for myself.
And yes, much as my good chef friend has been making me a much tougher lad than I normally would be.

I miss my sister.
(I've been drinkin'!)

I fucking miss her.

Inspired by M.De.F (From long ago)

Magnificent was my Perjink

At once both wild and pretty

It ran off with my favourite shoe

Which was an awful pity

For if it took the other shoe

The one which I destested

I would have stayed with my Perjink

For life, my heart be rested.

let it be,let it be, let it be,let it be.

Sometimes a night in the pub of choice with the friend of choice is all it takes to put life into perspective. It's amazing really how simple life can be if you just let it be.

Perspective

MapSlim (Drink Yerself Skinny!)

Seriously, there's only so much belly a man can hold in!

P (the P) is foregoing our usual Thursday night session 'cos he's putting in extra training BEFORE starting work on Fridays! So we just sat around the fire in his back yard on Wednesday night instead, drinking cans, and bottles, yada yada...
(Why do we say 'Thursday night' and not 'Thursnight'?)

So, the Mapster has got to get back to some serious training. I've started already with some walking, TO the pub, FROM the pub, No taxi's for me.

Back to the gym it is, might start easy with some swimming. Tried the Speedo on today, can still get into it, another week or so and I should be able to get past the knees. (My taller pal has taken my 'Emergency' Speedo to Spain! Hope he remembers 'Yellow to the front, Brown to the back!) Ah the fun we had on the last trip we had together, watching him trying to get it on over his heid! He should have waited 'til I'd taken it off first. You have to love him though!

Two weddings this weekend, should sweat off at least half a stone what with all the jumping around with the auld wans, few pints Sunnight and after a good lie-in on Monday should be fit for the gym by Wednesday.

I'm feeling more svelte already!

26

I was chatting with the Ma earlier this evening, the usual Sunday chat.

'It's your Father's anniversary next wednesday, 26 years'
'Ya, like yesterday Ma'
'Say Mam, I never liked that word, Ma'
'OK Ma'
'What age were you?'
'25 Ma'
'Mam'
'Sorry Ma'
'I would have been what?'
'61 Ma'
'I won't fuckin' tell you again!'
'61 Mam'
'Same age as your brother Jimmy is now'
'Ya, he was 35, I thought he was so old then'
'I thought I was old'
'You were a young widow Ma'
'I was, still seems like yesterday'
'It does Ma'
'It does'