Gut is the core, in tandem with your brain
Reaction to it’s messages, don’t treat with refrain
Folks tend to look at it, and never seek to tinker
It seems only to just digest your food but in hiding there’s a thinker
Just listen to it. Get insight, rub it, See the light
It really is an organ, in it’s own right
Some folks just can’t hear it, they seemingly have not got the Knack
Some folks can hear it, but ignore it, guess they haven’t got the stomach
ya a rapper too! wow!
I always go with any gut feelings I get, it’s not often I get them but when a situation arises and calls for quick thinking I go with instinct, I always have, I believe it’s a built in protection or defence system that we know nothing about, ignore it at your peril.
A friend of mine was telling me about a short break himself and his wife had had in an old Inn in County Carlow, so last Saturday morning I got a gut feeling to gather the wife up, pack two small cases and feck off out of the city for a bit, live it up while you can type of thing, I had been working hard lately and did well so I had a few bob to spend. We dropped the dog off at the daughters place and then we were as free as two birds, as it turned out we had a terrific time, we found the lovely little place in Carlow and stayed with a lively old couple who do bed and breakfast and any other meals you wanted, the craic in the small pub they own was unbelievable, very reasonable prices and their hospitality was second to none, I can’t wait for me next gut feeling and I’ll be off like a hare from hell.
My verdict is go with the gut every time. When we got back a neighbour told us there was an electricity failure in our area and we were without power for over 24 hours, also an unpopular tight fisted relative of the wife’s had called several times, she was over from London with her new man and looking for buckshee lodgings, and how sad they were that we weren’t there and couldn’t be contacted, so they stayed with another of her sisters instead, what a stroke of luck, now how’s that for gut feeling.
I thought that was called the 'luck of the Irish"?
but not quite the ‘if you had the luck of the Irish’ as written by dear J.Lennon?
I’ve always wondered about ‘Luck’ Gumbud, what is it? I knew whole families who were cursed with tragic deaths and bad luck all their lives, why are some lucky and others very unfortunate?, why are so many wealthy people so unlucky in love and how do they know if their partner loves them for themselves and not for their wealth? why do folks who live it up on booze and fags still enjoy good health while others who have never smoked or touched a drop get into bad health, is it all to do with luck? I still smoke and take a drink and when I mentioned this to the doctor after he passed me off as healthy, guess what he said? “I suppose you’re just lucky Jem” and that’s from a professional man.
I have tried to figure it out with horse racing, as you know I like a small flutter every racing day, not least for the fact that I enjoy looking at all the races on TV, it’s the only sport I’d watch. Some times I’d get a run of luck lasting several days, then the next week I wouldn’t get a single winner, it doesn’t bother me now as I’m used to it, just an enjoyable days sport for me, but one thing I noticed over the years is that a run of bad luck is always followed by a run of good luck and vice versa, balance seems to be the key here. The one thing that puzzles me still is the racing ‘experts’ you see before every race, they sit in the studio and bombard the public with facts and figures making a case for every horse in the race, then when asked the basic question they hate being asked “Who’s going to win the race?” they always plumb for the jolly, granted you might get the occasional dare devil who opts for the second favourite, now he’s really sticking his neck out. If they are such experts at betting how come they are all working for a living?:shock:
an interesting subject “luck” - some seem to be always lucky others un-lucky. my take on it is “luck” is an abbreviation for a combination of human traits and experiences:
being always positive
being able to grasp at opportunities in life
being able to accept and enjoy challenges
being able to have and enjoy fun
being a regular risk taker
all of the opposite to the above can be seen as those who always seem to be unlucky
so we shouldn’t be surprised if we are always lucky it goes with the territory but is never fortunately 100%!!
ps:I do believe that J.Lennon who had some Irish blood in him didn’t he was using the word incorrectly in his song
Does a Pundit actually work?
See, providing a service is, sometimes misconstrued as work.
Work has too hurt.
Only Fools and Horses Work.
Fairplay to all the Plonkers out there, your day will come.
Very interesting pots from the “old contemptibles”.
Keep posting gents, this is my only spot on the internet I bother with now.
Some random thoughts, no change there then…
Luck, not a word I like to use given it’s association with myth & magic and the rest.
Luck or Fortune is IMO a happy outcome only made possible
by a combination of PREPARATION & OPPORTUNITY. So it would be true to say someone makes his own luck.
more later
Always a pleasure to hear from you RJ, don’t forget the more later bit.
You have made a sound point there Gumbud about luck and risk taking plus a devil may care attitude to life, my dear old Dad, Lord rest him, was always a jolly man, nicknamed “Cheerful” by his workmates, he had his share of bad luck too, contacting TB in his early thirties and given the last rites on three occasions, but he went on to outlive the doctors who said he was a goner, 94 he was when he passed away and enjoyed a smoke up to the end.
When he eventually went back to work after ten years of sickness they put him working repairing train wagons, one wagon was jacked up with a piece of wood and it cracked while he was working under it, he just got his head out in time when the wagon crashed down on his hand crushing two fingers, they managed to save one but he lost the other, as the wagon was not properly jacked up by his overseer he was awarded substantial damages, he used the money to invest in a bakery his cousin was setting up here in the city and did very well out of it, bad luck turned to good use you could say.
I loved and miss that old Dad of mine, me auld drinking buddy, never a dull moment with him, when I see some of todays moaning boring old gits up in the local I wonder will we ever see the likes of those jolly old men again, the latest crop of potential oldies are worse than ever before, maybe the government should introduce classes on how to curtail the moaning and grow old happily and gracefully.:-)
Other people can bestow bad luck on others, see, I would not be working as hard as I have too at my time of life, if I had chosen, to stick to my career plan, I wanted to be a Rocket Scientist, but when I told my parents they went Ballistic.
Thanks Jem, your dad sounds like a great bloke, not everyone can claim to have been best friends with their pater.
even more later
Ballistic
Fired into the air
Fireworks
Rockets
Bangers
Catherine Wheels
STOP
CATHERINE WHEELS?
The story goes that CATHERINE wheels were named after the martyred St Catherine of Alexandra.
Dear Catherine was a pure chaste lady who dared criticise her superiors for their licentious behaviour and was put on the wheel to be broken to pieces, a dreadful death.
But as luck would have it ( I didn’t write that) THe wheel exploded into flames, hence CATHERINE WHEEL.Catherine was saved, but beheaded later. (You can’t win them all).
NB verily
“Yet man is born to trouble as surely as sparks fly upward.”
Job 5.7
Yes RJ, it comes from spending many years in a Tinderbox.
Interesting bit of history there RJ, never knew that before.
We used to know a girl called Dinah when we were youths, we used to say Dinah might then again she might not, but she must have done eventually because she ran away with the breadmans son and came back two years later with twin baby boys.
I understand Spitty, my plans to be a brain surgeon went astray after I’d seen a bad car crash, I then discovered that not only had I not got the brains for the job but I hadn’t got the stomach either, I’m a bit like Doc Martin when it comes to blood and the little grey cells, naturally my parents were disappointed, all that time and money wasted attending Trinity College gone down the drain.
However I’m still secretly working on ‘Black Holes’ out in the shed, there’s money to be made on any breakthrough in that area, don’t tell anyone but as I lay out in the garden a few weeks ago under the clear sky I spotted a ‘Blue Hole’, five of them to be exact, two big ones and three little ones, I took snaps of them and sent them off to my mate Fergus Finnigan at NASA, naturally you can’t see anything in the snaps, but that won’t stop the bold Fergus, they are there and he’ll find them, your not supposed to see anything that’s the whole idea, if you can see a Black Hole then it is not a Black hole anymore, get it.;-):-).
OK you’ve started it
there’s a black hole in my bucket it
dear lisa dear lisa
a black hole in me bucket dear lisa and all
then fill it dear all, dear all, dear all
then fill it dear all, with blue holes doth fill it
where are the blue holes dear Jemology, dear Jemology
where are the blue holes dear Jemology dear Jem
well they’re now in me box brownie, box brownie, box brownie
they’re in the box brownie dear Lisa locked up
well can you unlock them dear jemmie dear jemmie
can you unlock them dear jemmie unlock
with what shall i unlock them dear lisa dear lisa
with what shall I unlock them dear jemmie unlock
with a jemmie dear lisa dear lisa dear lisa
with a jemmie dear lisa with a jemmie unlock
I don’t have a jemmie a jemmie a jemmie
I don’t have a jemmie dear jemmie a jem
cut intermizzio!!
OMG - his cup runneth over!!
In the blink of an eye
I was feeling rather lonely when I came into this world
Some bastard smacked me bottom and my pubic bone unfurled?
I kept me eyes shut tightly, there was too much shine outside
Then they nearly smothered me to death and gave me back to blushing bride
I kept sucking milky gobstoppers that made chocolate other end
Every day they tried to drown me but I survived the ‘bends’
The lens they got re-focused but all I saw were wooden legs
But at least the ground was stable until they said ‘now balance on them pegs’
Now balance is a funny thing is like draggin ballast ‘round
Ya wanna keep going forward but it drags ya to the ground
I wonder why it takes so long to get into full swing
Perhaps its walk before ya run and you won’t become unhinged?
I finally got me sea legs and it was 360 degrees around
Suddenly jet propelled up trees a new world I had found
This was the learning curve I learned about much later
Couldn’t get enough of it my cup was filled with data
What was the meaning of it all, as I swung from branch to branch
Don’t know; don’t care; there seems no end to this very merry dance!
And so – to be continued!