Queen In Da House

So, Hangar Queen is in the house. And Maurcheen and Bock and Hangar went to pubs tonight. With the non-drinking Annette. Poor Annette. Out on the razzle with three blogger/professional drinker type fuckers! She did manage to get us all home to bed. Hangar (Dev) is staying in the music wing. As one does.
Bock is such a fun storyteller.

Brides

Dawn is breaking as I turn the key in my door. Home from a fantastic wedding in Cork. The bride was possibly one of the nicest and happiest I have met, and I have met thousands. I do like my job.

It's our wedding anniversary today. 24 years married. I would be in the gutter without Annette, I am sure of it. She is my driving force, my bright outlook and my source of energy. My love.

Was It Jack Nicholson Who Said 'I'm Irish, Of Course I Think About Death All The Time'

I've been thinking (YES, it hurts!), if the day ever comes and the docs tell me it's only a matter of time, I would like to have a farewell party while I'm still capable of having a blast.
I think I would like it to be the kind of party that a person moving to another part of the world would have before they emigrate. The kind of party with lots of music and laughter and drink and dancing and singing and hugging. And probably tears, but not too many, time enough for that.
You are all invited.
Date: Far In The Future.
Time: Do You Have To Ask???  :-)

To the edge....

If you look at a map of Ireland there's a pointy bit right at the very top called Malin Head. It's the point in our country farthest away from where I live. That's where meself and Mrs. M are heading the morrow. Sometimes ya just gotta get in the car and drive. And the weather promises to behave. No singing for a week or so (well not the 'worky' type anyway) so I hope to get lots of swimming, dining, drinking and loving into the next week. I've packed the larder and fridges with supplies so the girls won't starve. If anyone is passing (JIMMY!) keep an eye oot for strange lads. I shall see youse all at the weekend. Cheery bye the noo.  :)

Da's Day

I had a dream last week in which I was climbing the stairs to visit Ma in her room. As I got to the second step I looked up and Da was waiting on the landing. Smiling. But the closer I got the more he faded, even though I called out for him to wait. He had a lovely smile did Da. A lovely gentle smile.

Happy Fathers day to all you Da's.

gone fishin'

;-)

Black Is The Colour

I go to the Clyde
And I mourn and weep
And satisfied I never can be
And I write her a letter
Just a few short lines
And suffer death
A thousand times.