It’s always a treat to come back and catch up on what you folks have been writing, great stuff that gladdens me heart.
Not long back from a funeral in Dundalk.
I have to say I enjoyed old Annie’s wake, she hung in there till she was 95 and enjoyed every minute of her life, she only gave up the smokes when she was 90! she still drank a large bottle (holds 1 pint) of guinness every night, her medicine she used to call it, many’s the night we spent talkin and laughin in the Ring of Feathers, fare de well in the divine Kingdom Annie me auld girl.
To she her lying there
Without a worry or care
A smile across her old white face
Dignified and full of grace
She’ll be happy in the knowledge that
The neighbours will look after her Cat
Goodbye dear Annie the engine is revin’
You’re in the late coffin for heaven.
I’m a sucker for odd happenings, coincidences and suchlike. Stuff that brings out the “you couldn’t make it up” response.
I went across the road Tuesday morning to J.Sainsbury & co.
Hovering at the green man crossing for a bit longer than I imagined an old man on an invalid carriage came by me, winked & smiled , pressed the button & the traffic stopped instantly.
Speeding off up the road he waved & laughed loudly.
Then the second strange thing occurred . I picked up a few items & idly unscrewed the ten pound note languishing in my pocket. The goods came to exactly £10, how amazing is that.
The third thing that happened was our evening meal, I had bribed the chef to prepare “Tournedos Rossini” . Not on his menu.
It was superb. And so to bed, but not before we paid the bill, exactly
£70. Another round figure, amazing outcome…
Today, the shopping came to £7.34 & I narrowly avoided being run over by a taxi. REG plate number 666.
Never a dull moment eh?
Not to worry RJ, you did enjoy your “Tournedos Rossini” anyway, these little coincidences are sent to shake our faith in mathematics or whatever.
I hear when it comes to ‘Black Holes’ all the laws of physics go out the window and it’s back to the drawing board again, I actually heard on TV two experts admit they are completed baffled, they can’t understand it, it’s a mystery to them all, how refreshing is that. My answer to that is very simple, it’s a mystery and your not supposed to understand it.
The work life balance
Depicts someones Stance
A holiday in France
Graft like Jack Palance
Work in Ergo
Laze incognito
Hump in flagrante delicto
Remorse in Tesco
I don’t know
Do you know.
The night is endless for some
Sleep so needed eludes
Longing for deep sleep to come
Bumps in the night intrude
Eyelids grow heavy and closing
Brain goes into trance like state
Nearly dropped off, a close thing
In this unreal catatonic state
Its 2.19 am . I hope this gibberish doesnt embarrass me at dawn. My inner time clock has become fractured.
A confession from the late 1990s when msn chatrooms were de rigueur. All closed long ago . I persuaded some Yanks that Brits liked to be greeted with"Hello Bumface"
I truly don’t know what get’s in to me.
BTW, there was a to-do when this disinfoirmation was
tried out
I do hope he included wild mushrooms, some slivers of truffle and of course red wine?
Ah now you have me thinking we could do an odd moments section - serendipity ?
today i awoke at 3am I think and reached for the Tv guide - often classic films on then and sometimes rubbish - but today “the thomas crown affair” - fay dunaway and steve Mcqueen in the original 1968 - there has been a remake with pierce bronsan and rene russo 1999 which I haven’t seen but the original was a classic for me - superb acting from both stars ; great filming and production and of course steve Mcqueen gets to ride his beach buggy in dangerous situations.
I have never been a great fan of either but this became an oasis in a desert of otherwise b/w rubbish. and in this film fay does not get her man although she does get tasty samples!
then back to bed and got up late for dog walking - the golfers were already on the links so a settled for a deserted 5 acre property around the corner and gave her a quick run there.
I do hope some more serendipity comes along!
anything could happen of course - I have a selection of waterholes - good old WW who always have a bargain - you must shop daily to find the bargains. PO of course there may be a box of cigars for me! - library I will give a miss -to small to even swing a cat in and always empty.
second hand book shop could be exciting and me old mate Bill who fixes me car whilst I mow his lawn. home for lunch and a extra dry tooheys ale - bingo!
Apropo of nothing,I just had a thought.
[I do,sometimes]
The Great Wall Of China…always vaunted as a great feat of human engineering,requiring several dynasties to work together,to get it built. 5,500 miles of wall,from Hushan,to Gansu. Yes,ok-very well done,chaps. BUT…
5,500 miles of wall-and not ONE single cashpoint in the whole length!
well made the PO - no cigars just bills - bugger - checked me lottery ticket at the newsagents - nil - second bugger - tried second hand book shop - closed till noon - third bugger - is that an unusual happening?
oh and fourth - ABC and SBS channels out of action - a quadruple serendipity perhaps?
ah well - all the news is bad anyway - haven’t heard a good news story for weeks nay months.
I see the Thais, Malaysians and Indonesians have buckled under world pressure to take destitute families on the high seas and are now bleating out their “send us more money story” - what do they do with their monies - build big armies and palaces.
Comrades, a delicat one, oots …Freudian slit.
My keyboard has lost a letter, the one usually found on a qwerty layout & between the o & [ …
As you terhats can see, I have temtorarily retlaced it wih a T in every case.If I was a comtuter extert, my ears would trick ut & I’d sort out the troblem, hey tresto.
But, that is a different troblem to the delicate matter i seek advice. Drat, now my letter between v & n has gone, so I will use a C.
In our family we have had 2 cats over a 20 year teriod. Gucci & Archie
. We had them cremated whec they tassed on & I have tactfully hiddec their caskets all these years so as cot to utset anyoce. I had them hucg ut oc a teg ic a stout ASDA carrier bag, co, it was Morrisocs.
Cow, concectrate… we moved last week and the caskets have beec mislaid. They could turn ut acywhere. helt
Swimming Cats ashes and useless great walls, variety is the spice of life. I wondered if the Cow is a sacred animal in India and nobody eats them, what do they do with them when they die?
There used to be a famous pub in Dublin’s Moore Street Called Mahers, that’s pronounced Mars, tourists loved it for the live traditional music there, I don’t want to drop any names but I will because I love doing it, I had a pint with Bob Dylan in Mahers back in the 1970’s, and yes he is that ugly and sings through his nose. Anyway that was the time when the whole economy here was financed by booze and cigarette taxes, the tourists helped too and the country was thriving, everybody was happy until they started to choke the goose that laid the golden egg, budget after budget saw the price of the humble working mans pint rocket and when it hit the pound a pint mark and then went rapidly on to 30 bob sensiable men were fit to be tied, Mr. Maher hit on a brainwave and introduced the half litre glass, slightly less than a pint but looked like a full pint and charged a pound for it. Shouts of joy rang out in Dublin city, sandwich men shouting “A pound a pint in Mahers” Of course the unsuspecting always asked “Where’s Mahers?” to which came the speedy reply “The far side of the Moon”
was that Bill Bryson the lawyer? anyway came across this little verse from one Eurovision series that may be interesting to you this weekend
(*Shay Healy)
I’ve been waiting such a long time*
looking out for you
But you’re not here
What’s another year?
I’ve been waking such a long time,
Reaching out for you
But you aren’t near
What’s another year?
What’s another year
For someone who’s lost everything that he owns?
What’s another year
For someone who’s getting used to being alone?
I’ve been praying such a long time
It’s the only way to hide the fear
What’s another year?
What’s another year
For someone who’s lost everything that he owns?
What’s another year
For someone who’s getting used to being alone?
I’ve been crying such a long time
With such a lot of pain in every tear
What’s another year? (For someone who is getting used to being alone)
What’s another year? (For someone who is getting used to being alone)
What’s another year? (For someone who is getting used to being alone)
That was the song that won it for us years ago Gumbud, brought back memories, thanks. Johnny Logan sang it, it was very popular over here.
Fair play to Bill Bryson Pug, what was impossible a hundred years ago is commonplace today, I remember reading somewhere that if something was impossible the thought would not be able to enter the human mind in the first place. The whole sheebang is full of mysteries and where would we be without mysteries eh?
it makes me think that if there are so many mysteries and possibles then maybe we is just running this whole jeemossel wrong and there could be a much better way to do it - now as I look to my trusty bookshelf to find perhaps the answer what do I espy - why the good and holy book of course - I wonder if it has some blue prints for a better life? OR am I just dreaming.
Whilst sojourning in HK I purchased a copy of Maos little red book - never seen a big version - from what I can remember it sounded pretty commonsense to me at the time.
we should all be honest - all help each other all love our country - the only thing that wasn’t in it was we will kill all the intellectuals!
I think those that wrote these things like Mein Kampf - communist manifesto etc were poors attempts to re-write the Holy book. I must confess that I have read quite a few Buddhist scripts which in and of themselves are quite illuminating except for the fact that they keep denying that anything rules the universe!
Whether you’re a believer or not the bible is a really good read, everything is in it. If you could only get your hands on the original writings before the kings and churchmen started doctoring it to their own needs. They say in the (old) new testament that Christ was married to Mary Magdalene, that’s only natural so why did they delete that bit.
