Oh dear

Seems that London will be without its children for some time. Michael Jackson is planning a 50 date stay at the O2 dome. Better to be safe than sorry, parents are shipping their children out to the country á la World War II. I always thought that known paedophiles needed to alert the authorities when they moved into the area.

Hmmm

Well. The blog's been on hiatus for the last sox months. Though I've been facebooking and twittering most of that time...well mostly facebooking really.

A eulogy to Maureen Quinn. Se ain't dead but I need to tell someone how much this woman means to me, though I've never said this to her and probably never will the last time I saw her was 2 years ago and she was not happy to see me. But here goes...


Without Maureen, I wouldn't be the person I am today. She got me into fantasy and folk music, without that I wouldn't have learned to love storytelling and classical music. Without her, I wouldn't appreciate fine wines and the love of life that I have today. I wouldn't be as tolerant, but probably less capricious. Maureen I love you dear and I hope that at some time in Tir Na Nog we can meet up, share a bottle of chilled wine, sing a few songs and talk about old times.

Gods bless you

Here's the Jug of Punch Ronnie

Here's for the craic Ronnie Drew:

Uh-Oh

Still here...just really really busy and without internet connection!

'nuff said

I got this from flickr via fark.com:

Or go here and see it bigger.

I wish I had found it before Memorial Day really.

A month of Sundays

Well, here we go again. Seems that everytime I move house my PC blows up! Godamn fecking hardware! SO, I am now computerless and...even worse...internetless!!!!!!!! And a few more exclamation marks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, the move was pretty smooth, it's a nice house with enough room for the Sprog to run around, and boy does he need it. I think he may be hyperactive, I'll have to stop giving him coke and coffee in the mornings. I've been super-busy with the job too, weekends are now officially for zoning out ( child allowing).

Tat scat

The inimitable Mr. Jack Dee: