They weren’t living together long when Pat’s wife-to-be began dropping the phrase, pitter-patter of little feet, into conversation. So off to Joe-the-dog he and I went and bought a 14-week-old puppy. A beautiful Golden Retriever bitch.
A name. She would need a name. We took to the high stool, leaving the puppy to explore the bar, [...]
In the late 80s and early 90s, Pat (he of farting through pure silk fame), like many thousands of young Irish men and women, left Ireland to find work in Britain.
Things were tough but what kept them going was the certainty of a wage at the end of the week. And the TV was much [...]
I’ve written before about betting on horse racing before and even ran a sweep for the Grand National a couple of times. In the post linked I warned of keeping a tight rein of both horse and wallet, so I’m not getting back the whole right-wrong discussion here (so don’t go jumping in with mug’s [...]
Grannymar’s post on a Woman’s Poem and a Man’s Poem reminded me next weekend two of my best friends celebrate their 12th wedding anniversary. I knew the 25th anniversary is silver and the 50th gold, but I had to check Wikipedia for the 12th. Why would I bother? Well because Pat will call me today, [...]
Would you mind setting this up for me, asked ordered the neighbour. You know me and gadgets - I’d just make a dog’s dinner of it.
No hassle, I lied. It’ll probably need charging. I’ll drop it over to you in the morning all ready to go.
Now ladies and gentlemen of the bloggery, this wasn’t like [...]
You’ve probably realised from the title and some previous stories that I take the P out of the postman quite a bit. Sometimes I get the upper hand, sometimes I don’t.
Why is that? you may ask. Well, I may tell you, we grew up together and have been playing practical jokes on each other since [...]
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