Friday 30 November 2012

Doctor, Heal Thyself

I am not well.
Today I payed a visit to me Doc. He's been 'lookin' after me for 30 years now.
I was the last patient before his lunch break.
'Go ahead in Martin,' says he.
He seemed distracted
I went into the room, and waited.
For about five minutes.

He came in.
'Howr'ya doc' says I.
He sat in his chair, head in hands, for a few seconds.
'Martin' says he, 'I was 60 last week, I'm gettin' too feckin' old fer this game!'
'Sure ya don't look it at all doc' says I, 'haven't ye the full heid of hair and ya nearly 10 years younger than meself!
'Can we talk?' says he.
'Shoot' says I.
And for the next 15 minutes or so my doc told me of his woes.
'Thanks' he said, I don't get to do that too often. I'm tired today, the state of this country has people in a bad way. It's getting to me. Did I say I was tired?

We had a laugh after that, we know each other a long time.
And we eventually got to the reason as to why I was there!

I'll survive, despite the procedures he prescribed. (Hopefully!)
He's a good man, my doc.

As I was leaving I said, 'have an easy night, share a bottle of Merlot with Herself, see ya soon'.

'I will' he said, 'thanks Martin'..

'Take it easy T**' says I.

Tuesday 27 November 2012

Baby It's Cold Outside



This winter I will mostly be wearing this hat.

And I don't care if I do look like a 'Tube'*!

(*Don't ask! But if you must, ask me Taller pal!)

Sunday 18 November 2012

From A Jack To A King

I have to admit that the humour on me when I arose was not a positive one. But I always try to 'turn that frown upside down' before I face the world, and I had a busy day ahead of me. Made coffee in my big Hoops mug and headed to my 'music room' and sang more than a few songs. Always gets the endorphins goin'!

After lunch I packed the van and headed off across town with Annette to the center where she works, for to entertain the seniors at their first Sunday afternoon dinner/bingo/dance. (It's usually Wednesdays.)
I may never be up there with the greats but I don't need to be when I get a response such as the one I get from this group when I sing a few songs. They do more for me than I'll ever do for them. Let's just say the humour upon me had changed completely by the time I was packing my gear back into the van.

Home for a quick tea and then a 200 KM round trip to pick up my oldest pal at Cork airport on his return from a trip to England. I was still singing when he got into the van. We spent the drive home chatting and laughing.

Those negative humours don't come on me often, but when they do I always hear the voice of another pal in me heid. His advice, along with his satirical jibing, have been more of a blessing than any I ever received from from a man of the church. (The irony of his current dwelling place is not lost on me!)

I end this day a much happier, brighter man. Thankful for what I have, the people I know, and the love I receive.



Wednesday 14 November 2012

Revolution

It is indeed time for all Irish men and women to yet again rise up.

A time for politicians to tell the church to FUCK OFF!

A time for citizens to tell the politicians to GROW THE FUCK UP!

A time for Revolution.

A time for ME & YOU to make our voices heard.

A time for ME & YOU to STOP being the weak little 'it's up to the government' shits that we have become.

WE are the Government.

WE put them in Power!

It Is Our FAULT!

It is MY Fault!

It is YOUR Fault Ireland.

Saturday 3 November 2012

Movember

From the age of about 14, up until the age of about 39/40, I had a 'tache, or a beard. I also had hair, and bushy eyebrows. (We won't go downstairs!)

The 'tache was part of my face for so long that when I eventually shaved it off for good, people thought I looked physically sick. They said things like "You don't look right, have you been ill?, I can't put my finger on it, but you, my friend, look wrong!"

Because it was when I started shaving my heid, and my barber said I couldn't have bushy eyebrows with a bald noggin, and clipped them back to within an inch of their lives, that I decided to shave the 'tache.

I actually felt naked for quite a while. My upper lip trembled at the thought of going outdoors, into the wide open world.

But eventually, we, my lip & I, became accustomed to the stares, and the cold, and the cold stares!

I grew a beard a few years ago. Imagine a ginger Santa. It didn't look good in June. It didn't make July.

It's Movember, a time when Irish men of all ages (and men of some other countries, not to mention a few women)  stop shaving on the 1st of November to raise funds for, and awareness of, men's Cancer.
 
Being in the business of show, and having to look one's best at all times for one's public , I have never participated in such shenannigans. But yesterday, having shaved the heid, I let the face go wild. Two days in, it doesn't look much, a mixture of grey & ginger, a slight shadow on an otherwise handsome fisoge. I have a gig with the two-piece this very evening and I will decide just minutes before the gig if I shall shave or not.

Herself will not approve, though she fell for the moustachioed Map many moons ago. Or maybe she will be tickled grey!

Think 'Magnum', think 'Freddie Mercury', Think '70's Porn Star'!

I know you want it!

Thursday 1 November 2012