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 [...]
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 [...]
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, [...]
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 [...]
On Saturday evening I enjoyed a drink and a chat with two old friends I’d never met before. The Internet’s like that. Just after they left I was joined by another old friend. One I had met before. But not for years. Not even on the Internet. He’s not like that. Which is a pity [...]
I’ve been busy lately. Which explains the recent lack of posts, Tweets, commenting, drink … I’ve been enjoying it though. Being busy doing different and new things each day is far nicer than being busy doing the same crap day in day out. Twice I’ve been out with my camera. A sports day and a [...]
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