Today is the day I have to bring the kids out of the house for a few hours in order to let Niamh catch up on some much needed study time! Gives me a chance to catch up on those overdue bills, a small bit of shopping, browse the shops and then visit the mallow library. It seems that for me a visit to this hallowed place has not the same affect on my 2 girl's. They don't even know how to properly pronounce the word library. Clodagh calls it the party here at the libarrry!
When I was younger i actually enjoyed my little expeditions to the local library. I t made feel as if I was knowledgable about all things in this wonderful world. My exploration of those hallowed Tin Tin or Asterix cartoon books was ongoing through out the early 80's. My cousin and I had a shared interest in the library. You could call it our little secret club, hiding between the vast columns of books on botany and the Alfred Hitchcock series of Hardy Boy Mysteries, enabled us to increase our intelligence only slightly as time went by.
However much I try to instill the same values inot Clodagh and Eabha, it seems an upward battle, but hopefully one that they and I will win over time.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
First Love is the Deepest!!
Most people remember there first early ramblings into school..those first friends made that were sometimes for life...the first time you had to sit down for more than 20 minutes...all those cool games to play ....kiss and torture...burn the biscuit,,,,,hide and seek!!! Remember the first little crush you might have had?? I will always remember those first pangs of unrequited love....
Picture the early 80's....eveyone with the kinda long hair that is coming back in vogue now.....long collars.....shoes with heels sent from England in parcels (another story) ......flary trousers.....gob stoppers.....hanging around the playground with your buddies trying to be cool for the first time in your life.......and in walks Mary Hennesy into my as yet unfulfilled life!! Mary had long dark straight hair down her back, dark eyes and was about 2 foot taller than me......
This was the real thing .....we played chasing at the beginning...this developed into a kinda manly nonchalant horseplay.....if only I could get to kiss those rosy red lips of Mary!!! "Give us a kiss, Mary"...."Fuck off, will ye, leave me alone!!!" Mary was a year ahead of us...... me and the other guys were hopelessly in love......"God, she's lovely, if only I could get her to kiss me!?"
All this talk may be impressing you with how mature and developed I was for my age....5 years old....but this was the early 80's .....before E.T. , before those big blockbuster movies with all the education doled out to youngsters of today....Us pioneers didn't have that luxury.....all we had was Charlie Chan Detective movies on a Saturday morning and if you were lucky a repeat of some James Cagney gangster movie!! The only kissing I ever saw for the first few years of my life was Lauren Bacall and Humphrey Bogart giving that famous smackeroony in "The Maltese Falcon".......
Mary was my Lauren Bacall...maybe I fancied myself as a budding Bogey....how bad I hear you say......anyway in my minds eye she was like a film star from the 30's or 40's transported to the 80's....and my chief goal in my 1st class year was to try to smack one onto Mary's red rosy lips!!!
Time was short bacause after 1st class I would be moving on to another school and I knew this, so a plan was devised....me and my lovestruck gang!!! Time wasn't the only thing that was short however.....in my younger years I was physically challenged when it came to even reaching up to Mary....God we tried everything.....the chinese torture method of breaking your victim down with constant request for a Kiss worked to no avail!!! Clearly, Mary was highly trained in the art of deflection....another approach was needed......so it was decided to use the Decathlon method of high jump combined with a kind of long jump Kiss......you must remember that these memories are flaky but I like to think that my buddies and I made the score after all our efforts....our last mission together....brothers in arms!!!!!
A year later I think I saw Mary....tried to act all casual but my heart did miss a beat...you never forget your first love!! But I had long moved on at this stage....I was practically an adult...I was now in 2nd class...a real man now!!!
I hope your journey into your classroom this morning will jog some memories of your past scholastic life!!! Don't forget that this is a unique opportunity for you to be able to not only gain valuable work experience in the SNA field but also just to sit and listen to those children in the class with their whole way of life just there for you to observe....
Hopefully these observations will bring back those unique memories that we all have of our early school life!!!
Doreen"And hopefully they won't smell the drink off you from last night!!" BCB
Picture the early 80's....eveyone with the kinda long hair that is coming back in vogue now.....long collars.....shoes with heels sent from England in parcels (another story) ......flary trousers.....gob stoppers.....hanging around the playground with your buddies trying to be cool for the first time in your life.......and in walks Mary Hennesy into my as yet unfulfilled life!! Mary had long dark straight hair down her back, dark eyes and was about 2 foot taller than me......
This was the real thing .....we played chasing at the beginning...this developed into a kinda manly nonchalant horseplay.....if only I could get to kiss those rosy red lips of Mary!!! "Give us a kiss, Mary"...."Fuck off, will ye, leave me alone!!!" Mary was a year ahead of us...... me and the other guys were hopelessly in love......"God, she's lovely, if only I could get her to kiss me!?"
All this talk may be impressing you with how mature and developed I was for my age....5 years old....but this was the early 80's .....before E.T. , before those big blockbuster movies with all the education doled out to youngsters of today....Us pioneers didn't have that luxury.....all we had was Charlie Chan Detective movies on a Saturday morning and if you were lucky a repeat of some James Cagney gangster movie!! The only kissing I ever saw for the first few years of my life was Lauren Bacall and Humphrey Bogart giving that famous smackeroony in "The Maltese Falcon".......
Mary was my Lauren Bacall...maybe I fancied myself as a budding Bogey....how bad I hear you say......anyway in my minds eye she was like a film star from the 30's or 40's transported to the 80's....and my chief goal in my 1st class year was to try to smack one onto Mary's red rosy lips!!!
Time was short bacause after 1st class I would be moving on to another school and I knew this, so a plan was devised....me and my lovestruck gang!!! Time wasn't the only thing that was short however.....in my younger years I was physically challenged when it came to even reaching up to Mary....God we tried everything.....the chinese torture method of breaking your victim down with constant request for a Kiss worked to no avail!!! Clearly, Mary was highly trained in the art of deflection....another approach was needed......so it was decided to use the Decathlon method of high jump combined with a kind of long jump Kiss......you must remember that these memories are flaky but I like to think that my buddies and I made the score after all our efforts....our last mission together....brothers in arms!!!!!
A year later I think I saw Mary....tried to act all casual but my heart did miss a beat...you never forget your first love!! But I had long moved on at this stage....I was practically an adult...I was now in 2nd class...a real man now!!!
I hope your journey into your classroom this morning will jog some memories of your past scholastic life!!! Don't forget that this is a unique opportunity for you to be able to not only gain valuable work experience in the SNA field but also just to sit and listen to those children in the class with their whole way of life just there for you to observe....
Hopefully these observations will bring back those unique memories that we all have of our early school life!!!
Doreen"And hopefully they won't smell the drink off you from last night!!" BCB
Obituary of an Old Friend!!??
This short epitath was email to me by my brother!
Frank Whelan died yesterday. He was a long suffering friend of the Daly family. We had good times. He had a dog named Clio, she died before Frank. He was a member of the FCA. His Dads name was Dixie (coined by the Daly’s). Throughout the 80’s he kept the EC meat and butter mountain in tact for the homeless. He also kept the Daly family in tact. There was also Mary Roses cakes. There was fyfes bananas. Jack said on the phone to me yesterday it: ‘was the drink that killed him’ but Frank never drank!!! Mary rose Daly was a scared of her life of Frank like as she is as scared of bow wows, he used try and hug her, she not being one for affection ‘get away from me!!!’ she would screech.
Frank made me a Russian hat from Fur. It was quite styley. He worked extensively for the Saint Vincent De Paul Hostel. I met many drunks throughout my time there. There was Davey the drunk, harmless feen who used beg outside the Franciscan church, he used call it ‘benediction’. Mick the drunk, who had an ulcer on his leg, he would show you it when he got really drunk. Francy, edgy type nervey character and lots more.
Frank travelled extensively throughout his life during the 80’s when people could not afford travel (China, Russia etc), to places people could only dream of. Jack said: ‘Him self and Dixie are up at the gates o heaven now letting people in and out’. I said: ‘Jack you’re such a mocker, I bet you never thought you’d outlive him?’
Franks requiem mass was attended by 8 priests and the Bishop. And as jack said: ‘the bishop was there both nights, ‘it was unbelievable’. What is the moral of the story ‘Never drink, never smoke, never sneer, never curse and jack still outlives yeah’
Farnk’s sayings: ‘Glory, its like Christmas’. ‘One flew over the cookoos nest’, ‘he was stiff today but he’s stiffer now’.
May he rest in Peace, Amen.
Editors Comment
If I think about it, he was probably one of those people who defined what was to become of me in my early years!!! He worked in the SVP hostel as caretaker for a few years when it first opened. He had a brother who worked in O'Donovans butchers in Princess Street.... they were looking for a dogsbody/slave to work after school and on the weekends....along came Frank with the offer to yours truly and I slotted into the role like a glove...I must have been only 12 or 13 years old!!! You must remember that this was in the year 1985/86...very different times!! These decisions can sometimes shape the rest of your life. The characters and way of life that a younfella of my age would probably never have got to know or experience put me on a different level...a more mature level at a very young age!! Sometimes I wonder to myself was that really a good thing? Yours in sawdust.... Paudie
Frank Whelan died yesterday. He was a long suffering friend of the Daly family. We had good times. He had a dog named Clio, she died before Frank. He was a member of the FCA. His Dads name was Dixie (coined by the Daly’s). Throughout the 80’s he kept the EC meat and butter mountain in tact for the homeless. He also kept the Daly family in tact. There was also Mary Roses cakes. There was fyfes bananas. Jack said on the phone to me yesterday it: ‘was the drink that killed him’ but Frank never drank!!! Mary rose Daly was a scared of her life of Frank like as she is as scared of bow wows, he used try and hug her, she not being one for affection ‘get away from me!!!’ she would screech.
Frank made me a Russian hat from Fur. It was quite styley. He worked extensively for the Saint Vincent De Paul Hostel. I met many drunks throughout my time there. There was Davey the drunk, harmless feen who used beg outside the Franciscan church, he used call it ‘benediction’. Mick the drunk, who had an ulcer on his leg, he would show you it when he got really drunk. Francy, edgy type nervey character and lots more.
Frank travelled extensively throughout his life during the 80’s when people could not afford travel (China, Russia etc), to places people could only dream of. Jack said: ‘Him self and Dixie are up at the gates o heaven now letting people in and out’. I said: ‘Jack you’re such a mocker, I bet you never thought you’d outlive him?’
Franks requiem mass was attended by 8 priests and the Bishop. And as jack said: ‘the bishop was there both nights, ‘it was unbelievable’. What is the moral of the story ‘Never drink, never smoke, never sneer, never curse and jack still outlives yeah’
Farnk’s sayings: ‘Glory, its like Christmas’. ‘One flew over the cookoos nest’, ‘he was stiff today but he’s stiffer now’.
May he rest in Peace, Amen.
Editors Comment
If I think about it, he was probably one of those people who defined what was to become of me in my early years!!! He worked in the SVP hostel as caretaker for a few years when it first opened. He had a brother who worked in O'Donovans butchers in Princess Street.... they were looking for a dogsbody/slave to work after school and on the weekends....along came Frank with the offer to yours truly and I slotted into the role like a glove...I must have been only 12 or 13 years old!!! You must remember that this was in the year 1985/86...very different times!! These decisions can sometimes shape the rest of your life. The characters and way of life that a younfella of my age would probably never have got to know or experience put me on a different level...a more mature level at a very young age!! Sometimes I wonder to myself was that really a good thing? Yours in sawdust.... Paudie
An Samhradh ar Olc
A few weeks ago it was my fathers 75th birthday.....a cool hot summers afternoon....all my family gathered for a celebratory dinner with a select few going for drinks afterwards! This is how it felt as I relayed it to my sister-in-law!!!
You can't beat it, sitting in a beer garden sippin' on beer, havin' a chat with old friends...forget about the worries of the world for a few hours....reminiscing about the old days...do you remember that time you???....whatever happened to that fella we used to see all the time???....is it that long ago???.....God how the year's fly by!!!
A bit of sunshine, cool beer, conversation.....these are the ingredients for nostalgia....when there mixed carefully, slowly and with care the end result can be delicious....caca milis for everyone!!!
Sunday afternoons during the summer always used to consist of the usual tried & tested routine of heading to your favourite watering hole maybe to discuss the night before or just to unwind before another hard weeks slog in the job!!
Are those days gone forever?....well if you just happened to be up Barrack Street yesterday afternoon around 5p.m. the queue outside TB's would let you know that everyone still likes to unwind....it's not just me who likes to kick off on the Sabbath!!!!
Walking through the dark bar just as the doors open..... letting your eyes adjust to the light ....what are you having?....tis my call.....I'll follow ye out to the garden....get the drinks...hands full of ice cold bottles of beer......walking slowly through the bar to the outside .......rays of sunlight guiding you.......checking to see where they are seated...good spot....sit down & let it all hang out!!!
Are you there Roisin ....can you feel it?....taste that beer.....hear the clink of the ice.....AAAAAHHHH!!!
You can't beat it, sitting in a beer garden sippin' on beer, havin' a chat with old friends...forget about the worries of the world for a few hours....reminiscing about the old days...do you remember that time you???....whatever happened to that fella we used to see all the time???....is it that long ago???.....God how the year's fly by!!!
A bit of sunshine, cool beer, conversation.....these are the ingredients for nostalgia....when there mixed carefully, slowly and with care the end result can be delicious....caca milis for everyone!!!
Sunday afternoons during the summer always used to consist of the usual tried & tested routine of heading to your favourite watering hole maybe to discuss the night before or just to unwind before another hard weeks slog in the job!!
Are those days gone forever?....well if you just happened to be up Barrack Street yesterday afternoon around 5p.m. the queue outside TB's would let you know that everyone still likes to unwind....it's not just me who likes to kick off on the Sabbath!!!!
Walking through the dark bar just as the doors open..... letting your eyes adjust to the light ....what are you having?....tis my call.....I'll follow ye out to the garden....get the drinks...hands full of ice cold bottles of beer......walking slowly through the bar to the outside .......rays of sunlight guiding you.......checking to see where they are seated...good spot....sit down & let it all hang out!!!
Are you there Roisin ....can you feel it?....taste that beer.....hear the clink of the ice.....AAAAAHHHH!!!
Morrisey at the Marquee
The Return of the Voice
I'll always remember those precious moments of when I heard Morrisey for the first time......maybe not the exact moment but there will always be a time or place that might kick off that memory.....a person you might see in a crowd that you haven't seen for years....a style...a haircut...certain types of clothes...or if your lucky it might be late at night driving home from someplace and on he comes on the wireless....maybe some obscure song that you haven't heard for years or perhaps one of his classics!!! It's these moments in time that will always remain for you as precious as any stone or gem!!
My golden moments were the ones when everyone you ever knew or respected met up on Friday night, had there few pints...then onto Sir Henrys for the kind of music that just wasn't played anywhere else!! Picture if you will the early 90's, every experience was new, every moment unusual.....why, I hear you ask?.....because you are a virgin to life...a sponge to your surroundings...everything is new and exciting....people, places & most of all, music!!!
I'd love to meet that DJ from that time...the stuff he played was so out there.....old stuff, new bands, those classic tunes everyone knew.....he just had the right mix to keep everyone happy....no mean feat with so many factions in one place!!!
Apart from all that though he would always play some ska music to liven the place up and best of all he'd played a few songs by the Smiths or from Morrisey's new album.....those first chords of 'Suedehead' always got the usual crowd of Smiths fans flouncing on the dancefloor mimicking Morrisey's unusual dance moves....innocent times indeed!!
I'm always glad to hear when Morrisey plays in Ireland, but to have him play in Cork is the cream on the pudding....right on your doorstep....no more getting the train for us Cork boy's ...all we have to do now is head down the marina....stop off in the Idle Hour for a few...a hop, a skip and where there!! That enormous tent, the buzz of the concert, more drink, seeing the old faces from Henry's ....the nod of respect, that knowing look.......after all these years he's actually here in our backyard!!
Then that short wait for The Voice' to appear, the anticipation, the understated buzz of the whole event....and then from the side of the stage he apears....the roar of the crowd as if welcoming him home at last.....he smiles at the crowd ....says a few words and hes off..!!
Hopefully in a few years we will look back at this event with a knowing nostalgia for what it was....maybe we are all still virgins to life, still soaking every drop of life and appreciating every bit of it for what it is!!!
Looking forward to the gig!!
I'll always remember those precious moments of when I heard Morrisey for the first time......maybe not the exact moment but there will always be a time or place that might kick off that memory.....a person you might see in a crowd that you haven't seen for years....a style...a haircut...certain types of clothes...or if your lucky it might be late at night driving home from someplace and on he comes on the wireless....maybe some obscure song that you haven't heard for years or perhaps one of his classics!!! It's these moments in time that will always remain for you as precious as any stone or gem!!
My golden moments were the ones when everyone you ever knew or respected met up on Friday night, had there few pints...then onto Sir Henrys for the kind of music that just wasn't played anywhere else!! Picture if you will the early 90's, every experience was new, every moment unusual.....why, I hear you ask?.....because you are a virgin to life...a sponge to your surroundings...everything is new and exciting....people, places & most of all, music!!!
I'd love to meet that DJ from that time...the stuff he played was so out there.....old stuff, new bands, those classic tunes everyone knew.....he just had the right mix to keep everyone happy....no mean feat with so many factions in one place!!!
Apart from all that though he would always play some ska music to liven the place up and best of all he'd played a few songs by the Smiths or from Morrisey's new album.....those first chords of 'Suedehead' always got the usual crowd of Smiths fans flouncing on the dancefloor mimicking Morrisey's unusual dance moves....innocent times indeed!!
I'm always glad to hear when Morrisey plays in Ireland, but to have him play in Cork is the cream on the pudding....right on your doorstep....no more getting the train for us Cork boy's ...all we have to do now is head down the marina....stop off in the Idle Hour for a few...a hop, a skip and where there!! That enormous tent, the buzz of the concert, more drink, seeing the old faces from Henry's ....the nod of respect, that knowing look.......after all these years he's actually here in our backyard!!
Then that short wait for The Voice' to appear, the anticipation, the understated buzz of the whole event....and then from the side of the stage he apears....the roar of the crowd as if welcoming him home at last.....he smiles at the crowd ....says a few words and hes off..!!
Hopefully in a few years we will look back at this event with a knowing nostalgia for what it was....maybe we are all still virgins to life, still soaking every drop of life and appreciating every bit of it for what it is!!!
Looking forward to the gig!!
The Best Birthday Greeting!!
Birthday Wishes
As we move through this mortal coil of life it must be noted that just because we are getting older doesn't mean we can't refer back to the old "falling down drunk" motto! We don't want people to pity us as we flick through another birthday celebration without so much as a cheers to life!! We want people to be thinking to themselves "By God, there's life in the old dog yet" as we shimmy on the dancefloor of life shaking all we've got!!
On reflection, there may have been times on past birthdays where you say to yourself, "What a shitty birthday that was, nobody came, nobody rang, nobody sent a card and worst of all nobody loves me even on my birthday!"
Well Roisin, you can always count on auld Paudie to let you know that sometimes the above may be true for some people but it's very far from the truth in your case "old girl"!!!!! The best thing about birthday's is that there's always loads more to come for us to celebrate.....sometimes they might be a close friend's birthday or a loved one.....just because it's not your birthday doesn't mean you can't give it the old 100% "blow out the candles" routine!!!!!
Happy Birthday Rosy
As we move through this mortal coil of life it must be noted that just because we are getting older doesn't mean we can't refer back to the old "falling down drunk" motto! We don't want people to pity us as we flick through another birthday celebration without so much as a cheers to life!! We want people to be thinking to themselves "By God, there's life in the old dog yet" as we shimmy on the dancefloor of life shaking all we've got!!
On reflection, there may have been times on past birthdays where you say to yourself, "What a shitty birthday that was, nobody came, nobody rang, nobody sent a card and worst of all nobody loves me even on my birthday!"
Well Roisin, you can always count on auld Paudie to let you know that sometimes the above may be true for some people but it's very far from the truth in your case "old girl"!!!!! The best thing about birthday's is that there's always loads more to come for us to celebrate.....sometimes they might be a close friend's birthday or a loved one.....just because it's not your birthday doesn't mean you can't give it the old 100% "blow out the candles" routine!!!!!
Happy Birthday Rosy
Memories of Holidays in the Kingdom
I was thinking of the early 80's when the only family holiday we could look forward to was maybe a week in Ballyheigue.... not far from Caherdaniel… may visit to refresh those hidden memories!!!! Can you imagine the planning that took...all the packing into black plastic bags... shouting & roaring at each other...check the car for road worthiness.... an early form of the NCT...Jack was ahead of his time!!! The only time he checked the tyre pressure on the auld cortina was when we went on that insanely long journey over the Cork & Kerry mountains?! Those journeys could go on for what seemed like days.... you’d be quicker getting to GFHP now!!!
Stop for ice cream.... stop to put water in the car.... Jack, don't overtake, you'll kill us all.... but we always survived the journeys...makes me think of those pilgrims or sheepherders in Iran who travel hundreds of kilometres.... days it would take!!!
But tell me was it not worth it... those whitewashed walls of Kerry.... the smell of the heather...long sandy beaches...no wonder they call it the kingdom!! When you’re at that impressionable age it really does have an affect on you for life!!! When you go on holidays in places like that it always seems as if your in your own private holiday resort...your own beach because it was so massive.... if you saw other people you felt like a pygmy seeing people for the first time.... we probably stopped and stared for a while!!!!
Looking back on it now we must have looked like the dirtiest shower of idontknowwhats to grace the highways & byways of the kingdom...but those holidays will always remain in my mind as a voyage of discovery...an adventure.... my first long distance journey to a foreign land...sure why would you want to go off foreign when they speak a different language only a few miles down the road!!!!
.............maybe the memories aren't that hidden after all??
Better get the auld walking shoes on Rosy.... exercise that heart...another 40...maybe 50 years left girl with the help of God and of course all that free Gym time...
So hurtful Rosy.... Just checked out Caherdaniel on the map.... fair auld distance.... down to Killarney, through Molls Gap, down through the Gap of Dunloe...a mighty spin Roisin!!!! It's not far from Ballinskelligs...I think I was through that way with the Marcus the Couch & the Duck before but can't remember Caherdaniel. Probably steaming to the gills in the back of the fiesta for that part of the journey. I only get as far as the Gap of Dunloe in the memory banks!!
Check out The Kerry Way website, a fine walk it is girl.... we’ll be doing the harder, more testing walk! Looks like there are a few watering holes to be checked out alright!!! Did you book it through the Supervalu Stamps or off your own back...
God we traveled all over Kerry in that old fiesta, over mountains, through bogs, a 1981 c reg it was...he used to fly in it too.... I’d always be in the back with Daffy riding shotgun.... the Ska blaring out through the one speaker...couldn't hear the other speaker cause we had so much gear in the back seat...squashed wasn't the word!!!! One thing about that car was that if he went over a bump (and there was a lot) in the road the boot used to pop open! So I used to have to hold onto the boot for the near Rally like sections of the journey...And the Couchmeister used to drive like Fisher always riding up the back of some fella trying to pass him on the straight!!!!!!!!!!!Do you know when your younger like that starting out drinking...you'd always be pissed out of your brain...disgracing ourselves singing stupid rebel songs!!!! Wouldn't trade those memories for the world...camping with your buddies, everyone should do it!!!! Saying that though the only time I see the big C is when I get my Southern Fry and what with all the health kick at the Mo' Sure I won't probably see him for years!!! A man guaranteed to bore you to tears with his "stories"!!!
Oh, the memories Rosy!!!
Stop for ice cream.... stop to put water in the car.... Jack, don't overtake, you'll kill us all.... but we always survived the journeys...makes me think of those pilgrims or sheepherders in Iran who travel hundreds of kilometres.... days it would take!!!
But tell me was it not worth it... those whitewashed walls of Kerry.... the smell of the heather...long sandy beaches...no wonder they call it the kingdom!! When you’re at that impressionable age it really does have an affect on you for life!!! When you go on holidays in places like that it always seems as if your in your own private holiday resort...your own beach because it was so massive.... if you saw other people you felt like a pygmy seeing people for the first time.... we probably stopped and stared for a while!!!!
Looking back on it now we must have looked like the dirtiest shower of idontknowwhats to grace the highways & byways of the kingdom...but those holidays will always remain in my mind as a voyage of discovery...an adventure.... my first long distance journey to a foreign land...sure why would you want to go off foreign when they speak a different language only a few miles down the road!!!!
.............maybe the memories aren't that hidden after all??
Better get the auld walking shoes on Rosy.... exercise that heart...another 40...maybe 50 years left girl with the help of God and of course all that free Gym time...
So hurtful Rosy.... Just checked out Caherdaniel on the map.... fair auld distance.... down to Killarney, through Molls Gap, down through the Gap of Dunloe...a mighty spin Roisin!!!! It's not far from Ballinskelligs...I think I was through that way with the Marcus the Couch & the Duck before but can't remember Caherdaniel. Probably steaming to the gills in the back of the fiesta for that part of the journey. I only get as far as the Gap of Dunloe in the memory banks!!
Check out The Kerry Way website, a fine walk it is girl.... we’ll be doing the harder, more testing walk! Looks like there are a few watering holes to be checked out alright!!! Did you book it through the Supervalu Stamps or off your own back...
God we traveled all over Kerry in that old fiesta, over mountains, through bogs, a 1981 c reg it was...he used to fly in it too.... I’d always be in the back with Daffy riding shotgun.... the Ska blaring out through the one speaker...couldn't hear the other speaker cause we had so much gear in the back seat...squashed wasn't the word!!!! One thing about that car was that if he went over a bump (and there was a lot) in the road the boot used to pop open! So I used to have to hold onto the boot for the near Rally like sections of the journey...And the Couchmeister used to drive like Fisher always riding up the back of some fella trying to pass him on the straight!!!!!!!!!!!Do you know when your younger like that starting out drinking...you'd always be pissed out of your brain...disgracing ourselves singing stupid rebel songs!!!! Wouldn't trade those memories for the world...camping with your buddies, everyone should do it!!!! Saying that though the only time I see the big C is when I get my Southern Fry and what with all the health kick at the Mo' Sure I won't probably see him for years!!! A man guaranteed to bore you to tears with his "stories"!!!
Oh, the memories Rosy!!!
Return of Absent Friends
This is me talking to you about something that hasn't even entered my head yet. A glorious reason to spread the thoughts of my world on an unsuspecting world! I am Paudie. Nice to meet you, whomever you may be?
Over the course of the next few months and years i will be discussing my distorted views on the everyday events in my life. These events I will turn into universal events(or try to anyway) and I will sum up my thoughts with one of those awe inspiring little comments that should hopefully leave you thinking about life and its pleasures throughout your day!!!!
Over the course of the next few months and years i will be discussing my distorted views on the everyday events in my life. These events I will turn into universal events(or try to anyway) and I will sum up my thoughts with one of those awe inspiring little comments that should hopefully leave you thinking about life and its pleasures throughout your day!!!!
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