Primal Sneeze

Irish funerals are a part of Irish life. To an outsider, I’m sure, they seem strange. I’ve written about them before and it is often said the only difference between a funeral and a wedding is one less drunk. Oh, and no cameras.
The very first I was brought to was of an old man whose [...]

Let me ask you this: What do you, the regulars, read when you arrive at this blog? I could ask why, but let’s start with the easy one.
The answer is the latest post(s) and comments. That would make sense – you want to read the latest. Let’s call it the news.
There is a bunch of [...]

I am scratched and torn and bruised. And that’s only from the keyboard. You should see the injuries I’ve sustained from the manual work I’ve been doing this week.
If you were French, you might ask ouate de phoque à yeux bain duane? But you’re not, so don’t ask.
Normal service will resume shortly. Do not adjust [...]

At the post office
Is that O-N or A-N? – An Irish lady making out a cheque to An Post.
In the checkout queue

Three years I’m here. Three years and I’m still a blow-in. – If you know small towns, no explanation is needed.
In the pub
You’re like the back of my bollix – you see nothing but [...]

Note: The lads might want to skip down to the best bit

From her, to him
For things I might have said to you
In anger or frustration,
For times when words of mine have been
A source of provocation,
…I’m sorry.
For unkind actions, thoughtless deeds
Or inconsideration,
For jumping to conclusions,
For rejecting moderation,
…I’m sorry.
For timely things I haven’t done,
Forgetting or omitting,
For [...]

I am led to believe, and believe me, I am not easily led, that a small number of international readers (one – Sam) will be visiting Ireland for the first time to attend the blog awards. A greater number (one + ) will be returning to Ireland, the land of their forefathers, or four great-grandfathers, [...]