Jimmy Jimmy

Our pal Jimmy is singing this tonight, somewhere. His party-piece.

Jimmy

Jimmy, my favourite barman.
He listens to my bullshit, and welcomes me back tomorrow.

Face

Fadó Fadó

This appeared on Facebook. First Holy Communion, a long long time ago! Can you guess which little cherub turned into the Maurcheen you all know and love today? (Hint...I was a style icon and trend setter even back in the 1960's!)  ;-)

The Original Boy Band

That's me at the top, yeah, the one with the hair!
The two fresh-faced lads on the right are still my best friends. One of them is my drummer, the other is my drinking buddy. Both of them know me better than I know myself. Both have young kids who call me Uncle Stewie.

(Hope...can you tell which one reminds me of your sweetheart?)

;-)

Babies

Babies.. I have a love for babies, always have. Maybe it's because I have four younger siblings, and a heck of nieces & nephews.
I've been changing nappies (diapers) since I was about six years old, part of growing up in a large family. (Ma & my dear departed older sis were pregnant three times together!)
When I got married I wondered what my kids would be like should I have any. Well, we had three beautiful, talented, wonderful girls. Two of them now in their twenties.
But.
They are still our babies.
Always will be.
When any one of them hurt, a bit of my heart breaks.
Bits of my heart are breaking far too much recently. But I have to be strong, my baby is hurting, and when I look at her I don't see the adult she has become, I see the helpless little bundle who changed our lives forever. The one I promised I would always be there for. Her Da.

Dear Scarlet