The excesses of the weekend have finally caught up with me.
A train ride to Dublin to see the Wrinklies perform, followed by late-night carousing (chez Paddy), followed by another train journey home, just in time to go on another carousing session to help a Warrior Princess celebrate a big birthday.
It just catches up, you know? [...]
For years, we have celebrated Good Friday by heading up to Lough Derg and going across the lake on boats, from Garrykennedy to Mountshannon. In keeping with tradition, we bring large amounts of beer, several musical instruments and a firm intention to have a bit of crack which, you’d have to say is a [...]
OK. This is better. I’m finally beginning to recover from the annual Invasion of the Welsh Fuckers. I went for a walk today with Jimbo and the dogs (his and mine), through the University and down by the river at Plassey. Lovely. The water level has receded a good [...]
It seems that the tough new police action against drinking and driving has pretty much killed the rural pub, which was the last place left for people to congregate, now that the post offices are nearly extinct and people are afraid to go to the church in case a big hairy priest jumps out from [...]
Aren’t artists great?
I went into two of my pubs of choice tonight.
The first one has pleasant staff who are always friendly and cordial to us and what’s more, they talk to all of us very nicely. We congregate there and spend a lot of money in the course of the year. It’s owned [...]
Fuck it, I can’t take this any more.
Between piss-ups at the neighbours and piss-ups in my house, piss-ups at the pub-of-choice and random drunkenness related to Christmas, I really can’t commit to blogging.
Sorry, both of my readers.
I’ll be back in a few days.
I phoned Wrinkly Paddy, and I said, Pat, I’m thinking of quitting the liquor.
After a long, long pause he said, Why?
Well, I said, I think I’ve been going very heavy on the booze lately. Waking up every morning recently feeling like shit, can’t get out of bed, late for fucking work.
But Bock – [...]
I went into Tesco a little while back, to buy some shit or other. I don’t know what it was. Some useless fucking crap that I didn’t need, no doubt, and that I could easily have waited for or done without altogether. Some pointless shit, like maybe raisins or something.
But that wasn’t [...]
Jesus, I had a great breakfast this morning, and I combined it with a little shoplifting, which made it even fukken greater.
I refuse to shop in your average Pikey supermarket, especially on a bank holiday Monday when I’m supposed to be relaxing after a hard working week, and so I hit Superquinn. The plan was [...]
Christ, I’m bollixed.
I decided that the only way to get some sort of shape on that goddam kitchen was to invite a gang of scroungers over for grub and liquor, so I set a date for last Saturday and told them I’d be handing out free food. That’s why I haven’t been here much lately: [...]
