Flashbacks

I was out on the town last night which is very out of character for me on a Tuesday. But it was a free food and drink party for the Star Trek premiere. My mate had a spare ticket and I gladly accepted. 
It was held in some new club on Essex St. The drink and [...]

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Dirty basket

When I was a small fella, we had the ‘Dirty basket’ where all the dirty clothes went for the wash which was managed by my mother with expert efficiency. Whites washes were certain days only, miss it, tough shit. That was a problem in the early 90s. Blues, reds, blacks, also different days. The clothes [...]

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The back garden

Kneeling on a hot water bottle in old grey tweeds and old everything else, you weed, seed and grow the patch. You wipe your brow in summer, your cap in hand. You try different things, tomatoes, fennel, apples or parsley. You loved your scallions most of all. Your one eighth is busy all the time, heaving [...]

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Wibbly wobbly, I wonder

Clang bang, bounce, bounce, rattle down the steps she goes. The joy it brings her to cycle and whizz along, free so free, wheee. Her mind in the sky, her flowy dress lapping her lovely white legs. The mild breeze curls around inner curvy thighs. She wibbles and wobbles, I watch in worry. Go easy, [...]

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I’ve been memed in the face

How do you pronounce meme anyway, is mee mee or  memm?
I’ve been tagged by Radge with a chance to talk total shite about myself in no more and no less than six points.
Here is how it works.
1) Put the link of the person who tagged you on your blog.
2) Write the rules (I don’t what [...]

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God damn right, it’s a beautiful day

 

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Mild panic

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Word up No.2

Transmogrification

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Go forth and annoy

A new website has been launched with a list of all European election candidates and Local election candidates too. 
I’m going to ask Sarah Ryan, Catherine Ardagh and Garrett Tubridy which Fianna Fail political clans they belong to and was it the reason they were selected to run. But I might ask Saran Ryan out by [...]

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Walking with the dead (part three)

“Shreeeeeeeeeeeek”
 
Up above him towards the mountain top, a shrill piercing shriek, a horrible thing not of earth. Not human surely and no animal or bird he has ever heard.  It seemed to be in his direction, for him, at him, through him.
 
“Shreeeeeeeeeeeek”
 
Again, moving closer, as though running down the mountain at speed towards him. This [...]

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