Sunday, 31 March 2013

Lemony Snicket Is To Blame

Aye indeed, a series of unfortunate events is what I would put the blame on for my misery, my absence, my melancholy, my 'feeling sorry for myself', my being a downright pain in the hole!

Let it be noted that neither I, or anyone close to me, has died since we last spoke, so to speak. All events, though unfortunate, and in a series, and many, are now in the past. Done. Over. Forget it. Yesterday Already. Move the fuck on. Can't do fuckall 'bout that kid!

So, we move on, look ahead, smile at our audience, take a bow and retire to the 'Green Room'!

I shall soon again be taking up residence on my old familiar stool at the bar in The Drum & Monkey, where my best friend has idled his time away for the past few weeks chewing his nails and scratching his nether regions. He sure does miss his wee side-kick! (NO! I've never scratched his nether regions! Behave!)

To be honest, if it wasn't for the big fella I don't think I'd have coped. Thanks JB, I'd be lost without ya.

Back to normalityness soon yeah!

Friday, 1 March 2013

First Fire

In a New Joisey accent:

Spring is sprung
Da grass is riz
I wonder where dem boidies iz
Da little boids is on da wing
Ain't dat absoid
Da little wings is on da boid 

Tonight we lit the first fire of the year, meself and me pal, out the back of his house.
His wife commented, 'the man-dates have started!'
Such a dry cold night, stars clear in the sky, perfect for a 'man-date' in my opinion.

I was dressed for the cold, (red tartan lumber jacket over a fleece shirt, and me hat, the one I always wear, the 'Stew' hat I'm famous for), like a 'duck-hunter from Canadia' as me pal put it'. He was still in his winter work-gear.
Blazing fire, cans of beer, cold night air, radio playing, talk of football. Perfect.
Easy to keep guys happy eh? Who needs fancy bars? A few logs, warm clothes, alky hole, chat.

Many silent gaps, just staring into the flames, listening to the music, (Isn't it great how men can spend good time together without having to talk?) then suddenly remembering old times, loud laughs, more silence, sparks from the fire. Hotdogs (me pal is a 'merican citzen!) More beer, more laughs.

Most enjoyable night, most enjoyable!