SO WHAT NEXT

So I’m watching a yoke on RTE about a young girl, 26, who is dying of cervical cancer.  She has in fact since died.  This makes sense of everything else.  She is young and is dying for no reason.  I am old and not dying.  I will some day.  Like all of us.  People never really realise this.  But sinawil.  Meanwhile I’ll go on.  First of all though, I’ll deal with the cunt in the village who keeps taking interest out of my bank account even though she’s not meant to.  In a few week weeks I’ll be shlepping off to South Africa to give a talk at a conference.  Major event in this life and a major joy.  I saw the skirt that I really fancy in the shop near the cat food place today.  It is nice and cheap enough.  The shop in the shopping centre had one like it at over twice the price.  The woman in the shopping centre has an angle. But I think I’ll get the cheap one – and it’s even nice.  Still watching the young one talking about her cancer.  I can’t talk about skirts at the moment.  I can only go on and live well.

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SO WHO WEARS THE SKIRTS?

I have decided that it would be nice to wear a skirt to South Africa.  I have nice legs, am tall and the lower part of my legs are a third of my length.  I need a skirt in navy (to match the new jacket with pockets) and I need it to end somewhere around my knees.  Problem is that nobody sells them.  In fact nobody even wears skirts these days.  Well except people going to school and maybe in certain offices.  Anyway – how hard can it be to buy something so simple – very is the answer.  So this afternoon I went to the local shopping centre and the womens clothes shops only sold tops and trousers.  A sort of shabby shop had these long pleated heavily designed yokes that would make anyone look out of place.  I said they wouldn’t work for me.  She told me to try M&S as they woud sell anything.  I had offended the cunt in some way apparently – maybe it was my look of disbelief when she said they were designed in Italy.  Mind you she didn’t look so hot herself.   Then I looked around the shopping centre and all the women were in pants – and all the pants were black.  One or two wore navy – no colours mind.  The only question now is who do they sell the tights to?  I mean you wouldn’t wear them under the pants – unless it’s freezing and you’ve lots of room.  I shall still show off my legs – makes me want to do it more now if anything.  Is fashion being put to sleep one has to ask?  Are we all being melded into a look a like yoke?  One cannot help wondering. But look around you – where are the women showing off their legs?

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A CHANGE IN COMEDY

So last night I went to the comedy club again and was doing a turn but my stuff no longer ‘fits me‘.  It’s really weird, I arrive with pages of good stuff that I have written in the past but no longer wish to say.  It just don’t seem true anymore.  Either I’ll stop doing it or change the script – sinawil.  Meanwhile the Enneagram stuff is working really well and the more I rehearse the more I wish to

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change it and get it completely right!  Strange times. Strange times.  Meanwhile I’m thinking of going to the cinema today to give my head a rest but there is nothing on but  childish things.  The world is definitely moving into a strange infant like place if you ask moi.  Only the truely brave can stand up and say ‘no, I’m not having that shit‘.  Meanwhile it’s still sort of summer here in Eire and the weather forecast people say that we are having a hot week soon.  I had a hot Autumnal week in England once when I worked in Trinity College Dublin and my lovely boss A gave me a few days off for ‘good behaviour’ (and a quiet time in the office).  I went down to the South of England to stay with some chums.  We all had a picnic in the hills and visited castles and had gin and tonics in seaside pubs.  Those were the days of innocence if you ask moi.  Hopefully we’ll see a few of them here soon.  The media gives us so much information that it is up to us to channel it wisely.  Chat soon.

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A DAY ACROSS THE BORDER

So yesterday, Thursday with my two boys at home for a week I decided to go to Belfast and buy something for my trip to South Africa.  Considering that travel is free for all of us of a certain age here in Eire it was easy.  The problem is that as the train is mostly free, everyone goes every fucking day.  However the soloution is to go First Class where one pays a small but reasonable premium for an amazing class of travel.  The benefit is that you don’t have Shamey Joe’s knees in your crotch and Mary McMurphy’s large arms across the table eating ‘hang sandwiches’.  Also in First Class they actually bring the breakfast to your table.  This consisted of little eggs poached to perfection with mushrooms, tomatoes and a pot of coffee which I nibbled leisurely as the train ambled through the sunny countryside.  Belfast turned out to be warm and pleasant and the people were friendly as I purchased a back pack and a jar of face cream.  I had to go to a bank to change some notes which were out of date and got some strange new ones instead.  There was a 10 pound Northern Irish one which I will be never be able to spend anywhere else as they don’t exchange well.  Then I wandered around Victoria Shopping centre before wandering back to the train station.   An antique dealing woman full of chat started telling to me about her day.  Dublin was busy when I returned because there was a footie match on.  I don’t understand footie – so no comments on that.  I got home late enough although neither of my boys really cared where I was.  That is how they are built.  Maybe after South Africa and Am’dam they will care a little – if nothing just to see if I got them anything.  Today I continue to live the life I try to live and be good to the boys and the cat and learn a few things. Maybe

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go to the gym and see mes amis.  Tomorrow another weekend arises and life continues on slowly to the end.  Each day offers many, many chances if only we can see them. This is a picture of the Titanic Museum which I saw before.  Chat soon.

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DOING GOOD

It is indeed a good thing to go to funerals and wish the deceased’s family well.  All that is a good thing.  However in doing something so good maybe you should not park your car anywhere you like including across someone’s entrance.  There may be an old person there with a fatal illness who needs their child to drive them to a hospital – or something like that.  It is indeed surprising that when you encounter the ‘good and pure‘ person who has been in the Church at a deceased’s funeral and you tell them that they have deprived you of the use of your car by their parking – that they often tell you to fuck off.  I am constantly perplexed at what good people do these days. It would be awful to be bad I suppose.  Today all my boys are at home.  All of them.  It doesn’t feel like a peaceful Monday.  But they are men who are afraid of  nothing – not even moi – is this good or bad?.  Meanwhile the time until I fly away is becoming shorter.  In fact I need to get away a lot more to cope with being here.  When I am in a strange and warm country my feelings differ.  I need to go to the airport more often.

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Interesting that since British Airways has taken over Aer Lingus that Aer Lingus are increasingly late and delayed?  British Airways aren’t always on time either.  Just a thought.  Here’s another thought, there may be a lot of politicians at this funeral.  They really need to appear good. They would go anywhere to do that. Chat soon.

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A DREAM ON A SUNDAY

So how many days have you got off“.  I asked the eldest child today. “Oh I’m off until September 17th and then I go on holiday”. “Oh that long” I said.  “Yes, I love my job and I’m getting more days off than I can even imagine how to take” says he. “Oh dear” says moi, so many days, so little time pour moi.  So meanwhile I’m trying to write the thing for South Africa and enjoy what would appear to be my own time in my own home.  Meanwhile I went to the gym today and swam a few hundreds of meters in the amazing pool.  Then I went to the supermercado and met my friend and caught up on what it is like to be human.  Thanks be to Jesus that there are still people around with whom we can share a thought or two.  Especially now that we are all supposed to be amazingly polite. My friend was in my age group.  These days we are all supposed to be wonderful with no miscontent feelings whatsoever.  I wish I was one of those chicas – unfortunately I’m not. When I am in South Africa maybe I will be a real person and have some real sentiment.  One never knows.

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STRANGE BOYS

Yesterday I went to the evening funeral of a friend’s dad and then again this morning to the proper event.  He was old and in a nursing home but death is still a big separation.  The Catholic Church does a nice job in reminding us where we are going. Believe this if it’s what you want, I’m not asking.  Afterwards I came home and decided to go down to the shop for something for my tea.  As I exited the garden three boys were passing.  One of them put his up fist to my mouth and asked a strange question.  All I could think of was that this is very strange.  I said nothing because there was nothing that I could say.  Then a slightly older chap came behind him and knocked him on the ground.  Then all three of them ran off towards the Church.  I have no idea what any of this is about?  Meanwhile the youngest child is cooking again and the oldest one has holidays starting now.  Will I ever be alone?  And do I want it?  Maybe I should have a man in my life?  Although I’m not great with invaders – the word is my own choice.  The tiny new cat killed a pigeon this evening in the garden.  It’s hard to snuggle up to a ‘pigeon killer’ but then cats are killers.  They shouldn’t even be lying on our beds.  But we still allow them to – well some of us.  They love us in a strange way.  Personally I think that I will stay with creatures who love me in a strange way.  I have my career, my loot and my freedom.  That seems to be quite enough for now thank you very much.

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