Its 11.30 in the AM, a lot of sore heads in here and some vacant looking faces. To save some of us, the gaffer,informed us that a 40 ft trailer arrived and needed unloading. The warehouse lads need help. A few lads are gone down and i’m on the way once I write this. It … Continue reading
So it’s that time of year again, people go crazy, its acceptable, nay, encouraged to be liquored up to the hills. Revealing your crush on the girls in the office is lauded and if Christmas Specials are anything to go about, even if she is engaged to be married, the cursory glance across the office, … Continue reading
Probably best sang or hummed in the key of G – you will probably hate me for makign you hum this for the evening. think life of brian, or O’brien as this is…………….. enjoy my 10,000th tweet Cheer up, twitter. You know what they say. Some things in life are bad, You tweet to say … Continue reading
I was about 8 years old and climbing a tree. As was the style at the time, my Mom called across the estate – dinner was ready. A little over keen I slipped from the branch I was on and landed, legs akimbo like a playmobil man trying to mount a horse Onto a barbed … Continue reading
Again i find myself here trying to combine a number of topics into one Eton mess, topped off with coulis and strawberries. Taking the meringue base is probably the place to start – As a Paddy (or a mick) it is a rite of passage to live in London at some stage. It’s as well … Continue reading
CPC – Fifth Year – 1997 I think – Kilcullen. Actually, I’ll rewind a year. 4th year, 4th floor, 4th day, in walks a young lad from Dublin (new kid syndrome). He ironically enough was 4 feet tall, curtains for haircut (parted in the middle), had a silver/black reversible jacket and an accent as thick … Continue reading
Rewind to Bishop Rogan Park, Kilcullen – 1991. I was 10 sporting flowing blonde locks. Note the prominent teeth, yep I could eat an apple through a tennis racket. Every other kid loved Christmas, me I loved Halloween, mainly because I could always win the competition where the apple hangs from the ceiling and … Continue reading
Scene: A 30-year-old guy with semi receding hairline walks into a barbers and like any gentleman talks off his coat, grabs his paper and has a seat to wait his turn. Reality: A 30-year-old guy with receding hairline walks into Lunatic Fringe Salon and asks for an appointment. Gets appointment card with “Ms X” (don’t … Continue reading
So its been a while. I’ve been quietly doing some research and observing the wheels being greased on all things heritage this season. Looks set to continue post xmas. I’ll reveal all soon !! Enough of the boring stuff, what have I seen what have I learned. Well corduroy pants are the ball gloves to … Continue reading