Celtic Tiger

I am going to break cover, and be openly political on this site. I normally would not do this.

 However for most of you what I am talking about will be obscure
As you may know there has been a  general election in Ireland.
If the exit polls are correct. Than Fianna fail have gone down to there worst defeat, in history. This is a shocking reverse for the most successful political party in the modern world. As the Social Democrats were to Sweden, as the Tories, were to England. ( Not the UK) as the Democrats were to the USA. Then FF were to Ireland. The Ireland, of the 20th century is there story.
So what happened.
Well the IMF came a calling.
However I think, this is only half the story.
The basis of FF, is that they are the defeated alliance of the Irregular, the Anti treaty side in the civil war. An obscure conflict in global terms, and quite bloodless It’s effects were keenly felt.  FF were/are the party of what the Irish state refers to as BMW. Border Midlands and West. The small farmers, and tradesmen the town landers. They tried to speak Irish. They wanted reunification. They wanted a 32 county republic. As was promised on the steps of the G.P.O
Most importantly they were not Fine Gael. They were not the Strong Farmers. They were not the old Home rulers, or the Protestants. They were not Christian Democrats
Not that they knew it at the time. They also wanted to be neutral. They didn’t want to be Catholic in the political sense. ( As the Populares are in Spain- Ireland was spared that particular conflict. )

They were Catholic anyway Indeed they may have been the most Catholic society there ever was, and ever shall be.
So what happened. Well others can chart the rise and decline of the Tigris Celtica.
I think this is more than that.
FF are bound to two oxen, and they must follow their plough.
The first is the Good Friday agreement. FF have organized in Northern Ireland. Reversing an old, decision, reinforced at the start of the troubles.
However FF, have not taken the decision to heart. For a republican, all Ireland party. They have let the North slide. Yes, they have the problem, of what happens if they actually win an election. To take the oath or not.
Oh that old problem…
if you accept the Good Friday agreement. You are stuck with it. There is nothing wrong with that. Once you settled for the GFA. You must place republicanism, on a backburner.

 You cannot confront Paisley, which ultimately constitutional republicanism must

You cannot build a 32 county republican alternative 

  if you laugh at him on the Late Late show…
So either the structures must change, or you must. If the structures change, than why vote FF. Why not vote Fine Gael, or Labour. Why not vote for higher taxes of for a cut in fuel duty. Once you take the national question out of politics, what is the point of voting on national issues. Who votes abolitionist now? Or for the Charter
The second is the European Union. Modern Ireland is a thirty something, who has just had a kid, and put a lot of money on a house. The glory days of spending the whole pay packet are gone. The Celtic Tiger and the CAP Halcyon days are a blur, as my college days were
Like most thirtysomethings Ireland has a steady job.
( Look at its Food, and Medical, and Software, exports,)
However Germany waxes, you will wane. Or even worse, perhaps it was all smoke and mirrors, and the PIIGS, are broken, and cannot be repaired. The banks, broken beyond repair.
Indeed, Brussels, has forced Ireland to vote again and again on matters. Lisbon and the Nice treaties.
This is true, for most small countries in the EU. The Club Med bloc is the first to feel the cold, but it will get chilly for Slovakia, Estonia soon enough
Sooner, or later, the two issues must be confronted. A nationalist party must assert itself, once you move past that. You have a nothing more, than a brand name, and history. Like TWA.
I am not suggesting, that someone fling themselves into Newry, or demand the surrender of Brussels. There is a reason why small countries, such as Ireland, and Iceland remain dominated by nationalist movements, after independence. Remember Iceland had no Irredentist claim 
The two Island republics, were among the most globalized economies of the planet. Once their ruling class lost their national focus, in part because of the necessary and benign compromises of power. NATO, and the EU for Iceland. Lisbon 2 and the GFA for Ireland.
So what is the future?  I don’t know. 

To use the military metaphor- Most soldiers, do not go to war, most weapons are never fired, but they always remain on guard. FF stood guard during The Emergency, and we should be grateful for there service,  even though the treaty is signed, there is no need to desert to the bright lights of Globalisation.
The challenge now, is to make a new destiny after the war is over

Cheetah robot

http://www.wired.com/dangerroom/2011/02/darpas-cheetah-bot-designed-to-chase-human-prey/

It looks like Ravage from Transformers

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ravage_(Transformers)

Hugs for Nessa

Stay strong, we love our nessa

William Nicholas Stone Courtney

William Nicholas Stone Courtney (16 December 1929 – 22 February 2011)

Actor, National serviceman, honorary president of the Dr Who Fan club

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Thank you for reading my posts

A glove

I used to have a UNC deer stalker it was the coolest hat that ever was. I could keep a soft packet of smokes in the pocket.

Robyn got these mittens from San Diego because they match the hat. The hat is gone, stolen by Scots.

However the mittens remain, like the pair of baby shoes, in ``Alive’’ or the Tennis shoe in Lost, or the Gauntlet in Torchwood

Parabens pelo seu aniversario

Happy Birthday karoline

Happy Birthday Bro

My younger brothers birthday today

Lost

As I have said before, where other people mark their life with music. I do the same with TV shows. NYPD blue, Star trek DS9, and Eurotrash, all represent  periods of my life
Lost is the  first show, of my  adulthood. I was working, I had a gf, In part I watched the show because I had  been to Hawaii. I had taken a small loan out to pay for that trip
The program is filmed on the Island of Hawaii, I have been there, though the series is set on the big Island. Bamboo fields, palm beaches, hills and jungle, and rain. Its the first show for me, where the landscape played a part.
Its painfully post modern. The baddies are referred to as the others. There are no opening titles, or theme tune.
I have been a fan of JJ Abrams work. From Alias onwards, I still have to re watch the new Star Trek movie on blue ray. Lost, shares his love of shifting alliances. ( Jack and Sawyer and Locke playing each other off against the other.  Father and Daughter relationships, Kate and her stepdad, could have been Sydney Bristow, gone wrong) Oh and his ear for  accents, indeed we have with Sun and Jin, stories which were not acted in English We went to the Outback, several times, to Africa. To the dreaming spires of Oxford, below the Mason Dixon, the battlefields of Iraq.
It featured several Alias Alum too... I'd seen the pilot before, and the bald guy
The  eye candy was fantastic. 20 something MILF Aussie Claire…..

Then there is the delectable Kate, and Sun.
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0453746/
One of the last truly erotic scenes on TV, I have seen. Was Sun unbuttoning her blouse. The earlier series has poor little rich girl Shannen, sunbathing as the plane was still alight
The story is simple. Several people crash land on Island. The pilot, which at the time, was the most expensive in history, shows the crash. One unlucky passenger is sucked into an engine. Which was a fate I was terrified that would befall me, when I worked at the Airport, the survivors try and stay alive, sane and find there way home
There were some Wow moments…
The moment, when we realised John Locke was in a wheel chair.  ``You can’t tell me what to do’’ Something that was mirrored at the end of the series.
I will miss Sawyer nicknaming people. Bigfoot, and Jabba for Hurley Come to mind…

Did I say I will miss lusting over Kate and Claire....On and Sun

Sayid mourning  Shannen. `` We never should have met, we never should have spoken, well we did meet and we did speak''

The record is skipping and repeating Yes I will  miss the show, I mourn the shows passing. Watching the earlier episodes they all look so young. Jack even has a crew cut .
Along with the lead’s hairstyle things changed. The Network  I watched Lost on stopped showing it, and I had to buy the later series on DVD. I hold both American and European DVD’'s.
The writers strike hit the series.
( The Others vanished into the background, remember they abducted children  the plot of season 4 and 5, seems to have been forgotten. ) The show always  provided a good solid 45 minutes of entertainment. See the last season episode where we see Ricard’s life in flashback. Or the Nikki and Pablo story line  I enjoyed that episode possibly the only person who ever did. But what do I know I was impressed by Voyagers Threshold
http://memory-alpha.org/wiki/Threshold_(episode)#Background_Information
Like the X files, the show, became devoured by its own mythology, remember the Rimbaldi arc on Alias and there are in my mind two parts to the series. After season 4, rescue and survival of the characters from the Island does not seem to be a problem. In comparison to the earliest series, where food and water where an issue. Where was everyone shaving and showering?
Well, guess we finally got off the Island , and I can look back…I look back with regret, yes with Joy but with regret. I am sad, its not going to be there anymore. But maybe thats my real age, sooner or later I am going to start going to funerals. I am not that much older than Jack

Well it was only a matter of time

I don’t think we are surprised. Malchera is a bit of a loner, can’t remember the last time, he went out with a woman

So no one is suprised he is making bombs.

``you too are adored and revered! You can honestly say you are loved by twins!!!''

``you too are adored and revered! You can honestly say you are loved by twins!!!''

With the beautiful Bennetts

With Rebecca, of Princesses Sister and her beautiful Baby

I am holding, the handsome Dagan. 18 days old. Nephew of our beloved friend Princess

Dagan and his Aunt,

Malchera and Princess

I always liked Donald Duck

I have been spending an inordinate amount of time. Reading cracked.com
http://www.cracked.com/article_19021_5-amazing-things-invented-by-donald-duck-seriously.html
That’s Mr Duck. Not Mr Draper, nor the guy from the Western Isles, I met in University. His Girlfriend told me off, once. Not January Jones. I mean Donald from the Western Isles
Anyway, I always liked Donald.
1) No one understands him.
2) He actually has a proper job, he is a sailor. He likes to travel. He has to wear a uniform. Probably not many hot chicks at works. So rather like me
3) he has annoying and imposing relatives
4) A lot of his troubles come from, him trying to get a quiet drink, at a bar. Or walking along the street. The world imposes on him
5) You can kinda recall a girl hanging out with him, but not her name. Again…

I will have more to say tomorrow. Or have an interesting picture to post. I went to a football match today, My team drew 1-1. I watched Ireland versus France

 I enjoyed Broadwalk Empire. I think I will pick up the DVDs.

I miss my phone. Its been gone a month now. I miss my Kindle app, I miss reading Darwin, or Swift on the train
I miss being in the pub, on a Saturday night. I miss trying new bitters, and listening to covers. I miss the bossy girl
I miss My Valya, but she comes home soon
I miss finishing work at 6.45. I miss being finished for the day by 9pm
I miss temps of more than 15 degrees.

Hinton James day

Happy Hinton James day

To my all my fellow Alumni.

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GO TAR HEELS!

I am off to Dusseldorf in March

 From the  14-20th

semper in excretia sumus solim profundum variat

No thats John Oliver, I am Malchera

Best wishes Susanne

I am very sorry for your families loss, and my condolences to you and yours at this time

The King's Speech

The Kings Speech

Its a British feel good movie. If this was American film, it would be Bertie, overcoming adversity to get the Girl and win the white House. Being British, Bertie already has the Girl, and a big house. Bertie was born into it. Its also official history, and a little bit of a travel advert. Still good fun

The film is about George VI stammer, and his efforts to overcome it. The affliction which had troubled Edward became more important, with the abdication Crisis,as Edward became King. 

The two leads are professionals, and relish their roles. Rush has a lot of fun, playing the Australian rebel, who helps Bertie find his voice. Its a bromance, a reverse pretty woman. In which the pleb teaches the patrician how to behave. Some of the best scenes are Lionel. (Rush) Ham acting. Firth role is the frustrated and reserved younger brother.  

Jennifer Elhe is now middle aged. Oh I remember the Camomile's lawn. Helena Bonham Carter plays Elizabeth the consort of the Duke of York, She is the steel behind in Bertie, in velvet gloves

One hears Cut Glass BBC English, and London accents, before they were softened by Estuarine English. Its quite hard on the ear. Its amusing to see Gavin and Stacey's Adrian Scarborough as a BBC radio presenter

The opening scene with Bertie trying to speak at the Empire exhibition, and Wembley is silent, but for a Horse. A dog barks, during the build up to Edwards speech at the start of World war 2. The animal world ignores the politics of man

Interesting to see how prominent the archbishop of Canterbury was in the lives of the Royal Family

Michael Gambon playing a confused George Vth in his final moments. Was unsettling

There is some historical revisionism. Churchill, was on the side of Edward (David), here. He is presented firmly in Berties (George's) camp

Rare to see Neville Chamberlain, and Stanley Baldwin depicted on film. I cannot remember the last time, I saw either. At least they got Churchill position in 1939 correct. Though the crowds outside Buckingham palace when there could be an Air raid at any moment. Seems strange

Guy Pearce plays David (Edward) doomed by his love for Mrs Simpson. A rootless rude woman, she is seen ordering the cutting down of trees at Balmoral. Where Bertie is dressed in a kilt. The whispers of her sexual dalliances 

There is nothing surprising here. No lessons we did not already know. It does feature two wonderful performances by wonderful actors. It is is in someways a filmed play and that is no bad thing

Black Swan

 Black Swan

I never realised just how dark the story of Swan lake is. I don't really know much about Ballet. I have never seen a ballet. My friend Sol, studied ballet. From seeing her pictures, I learned how physically demanding it is, I say I learned. I saw from the agony on my friends face. There are scenes in the film, when Natalie is drenched with sweat. But to return to my point. The ballet Swan lake, is the story of two Swans. Who try to win the heart of a prince. The Black Swan seduces the Prince, and the White Swan kills herself, death being her only release

A fairy tale, and like the best fairy tales a dark truth hides beneath the family fable

Black swan is  a woman's world. A world of s bitchiness, and neurosis. The antagonist, is a hot house flower. Nina, who has gained a position at the New York Ballet. She is striving to step out of the chorus line, and into the lime light. She strives to surpass her mother, She sits alone when the rest of the girls huddle together to gossip. There is no man in her life, but the director and a pervert on the NYC subway

The camera lingers on locks, on the apartment door. In which Nina and her Mother live. The world is kept outside. The world Nina lives in is isolated. Her mother paints pictures of her. Her father is absent. The cell phone rings, with her Mom paging her, but you never hear anyone else call

Nina's  front door, is locked, her bedroom door, is always open. Her mother is always there. Watching over her, I wondered about the age of Nina. She seemed to be playing someone too young for her age.

Natalie Portmans Nina, is in short. The type of girl we all want to meet on the internet.

Black Swan is difficult to watch. I think bravely there were no villans in this piece. Nina's mother is overbearing, and living her life through her daughter. Yet shows genuine compassion. Also to be a Prima Ballerina you have to make sacrifices. Her daughter scratches herself till she bleeds Thomas the director, is a letch. The new Ballerina from San Francisco, is loud and brash. ( Its unusual to have the native born New Yorker, as the reserved one )

I like Mila Kunis. Though sometimes, my dear I will always hear Meg.Or Robyn. She tries to get Nina to enjoy life. To lure her astray or to let her live her life

So we see a girls descent into madness the pursuit of perfection, consumes, and destroys Nina. Madness and isolation are often linked. Nina pushes apart the struts supporting her life.

A bravua performance by Miss Portman. Difficult to watch. I left the cinema in mourning

Canada

So I woke up, at my hosts home. In snowy Montreal, and I made my way to the station. At some point I bought some shooters. Shot glasses. The majority of which were destroyed by falling books, in 1999.
I lived on poutine. Which is fries/chips in gravy with shavings of cheese. I was introduced to this by my friend Canadian steve. I compared this Quebocois dish to steak and kidney pie.

I had been wandering up and down the Rue De St Catherine. I had passed a few sex shops/Strip joints. The sort of thing, you would see in Soho. I remember some Graffiti proclaiming the Only good cop is a dead cop. I walked about the shopping malls. Seeing a copy of Chelsea FC's official magazine, and learning of the death of Dermot Morgan in a copy of the Irish world.

I should  had  mentioned earlier changed my plans, in traveling to Montreal. I had expected to be able to fund a trip home, with a diversion to  montreal, via my return ticket and some change.

Something went wrong at some point. It turns out that the Bank I used had missed or delayed a payment to me.( This I mean, they had not sent the money to me, my parents had given me, when I am saying my money here. I mean the money I begged and cajoled my parents into giving me)

So I wandered around aimlessly hoping that my money would turn up. I didn't want to go back to the guys I stayed with last night. So I tried to stay at the station. I was hoping I would get the train in the morning. I don't know what I was thinking.

I had about 30 dollars in my pocket. I found an awful hotel, which had a room with a shared bathroom, for 30 dollars. There was blood on the sheets, and a smashed mirror, there were other stains on the floor

I was so scared someone would come in. The door did not lock. I pushed the bed against the door.

I had stayed in aother hotel. Sometime before. Was it in Montreal? Possibly on the way to Montreal. I gave them my credit card, and hid in the room. I remember drinking the coffee. Writing a note promising to pay them back. Either they took pity or just charged my card

The next day. I did what all teenagers do, when faced with a crisis.

I called home

My mother shouted at me, for an hour.

I have to admire the energy that took

My dad was calmer. Told me not to worry, and that we (Him) would pay it.

You know he would just pull a few more shifts, in all weathers, up several stories. Surrounded by violent individuals. With live wires, and heavy machinary

 She was calling a pay phone in Canada, I had reversed the charges.

TMy parents  told me, to contact my friends. They went to the back.  I called steve. He told me to see, the lads I saw last night. Who gave me a bed, and some food. The next day I went to a Western Union place and I got my money. It was St Patricks day. There were celebrations in Montreal.

I stored my luggage, a ruck sack. In the tourist office.

There were Irish wolfhounds. They played the Soldiers Song.

I ate a chicken burger. I hate chicken burgers, and than I  got a ticket, home on the bus. I had a notion of coming back to the fellows with a crate of beer, as a grand thanks. But no, I decided not to tempt fate. The bus took me as far as New York The first time, I was in New york for St Pats. I was at the Port authority bus terminal, where I got my ticket, and waited for . Than to Washington.

At Washington, I thought my money troubles would be over. I thought I would just cash in the rest of my ticket, back to North Carolina. It was not transferable despite the efforts of the African American Woman working the desk that day. She apparently wished she could holiday in the NC mountains again. I hope she did

I went into Nations bank, to ask where my money was. They said, it was a bank problem in the UK.


From washington, I made another phone call with the help of my cousin. I got a ticket, back to chapel hill. They gave me money for food too. I changed buses in Richmond, which was the US murder capital at the time. It was also the capital of the old confederacy. There were black and white TV's in the seats in the rest /waiting areas. You put in a quarter and they played Tv for half an hour.

I got off, the bus in Chapel hill, walked down Franklin street and came to my room. My message board was full of messages. I took of my clothes, and went to sleep while the diligent attended class

I woke and I showered for the first time in days.

I was tardy paying the money back, to my cousin. Much to my mothers distress. I never heard from Canadian steve again.

My journey was over 1000 miles, and I don't think I learned anything. My converse boots, had faded in the snow. I had a beard, and some whiskey, and shot glasses.

Thats all that remains
A shot glass,
A rush of excitement, while the sensible people stick to their pints

Canada

Oh Canada!
My father was annoying me, last Sunday. He told me amongst other things that my holiday pictures are boring
I struck me, that on my face book page. There are no pictures of me, in one country I have actually been
Indeed there is very little to recollect that I was there. There is but a solitary shot glass. To tell of my time in the ``Great White North
``The Senior dominion.’’
Canada
As I may forget I have intended this story, as a warts and all account. Of my time in Canada. I was much younger, and immature There are pictures I took of Canada somewhere. There of Montreal. None of me, just the river, and a few buildings. I was shy as a teen. To shy to appear in my own photographs. Or not able to realise the importance of connecting myself to a place
I am nothing else if not an unreliable narrator. So here is my story of my time above the 40th parallel
I had for various reasons managed to acquire a single room, in UNC. There was a threat that we would have to share these rooms
I looked on this in horror...My friend Chris had already seen off, one interloper.
I had made no other plans for Spring break. So I decided to go North, and visit. ``Canadian Steve’’
Steve who is now forever known by the toponym of his birth was an exchange student in Glasgow, I had him befriended in our Halls.
Robyn was going to drive me to DC, there I would get on a train to Toronto. I was going with Laudie
The night before, I had gone to the pub. I had not planned to go. I was after all going further then distance from Paris to Berlin, or London to Aberdeen. However I knew Catherine wall, was going out, so I decided to chance it. I got into Hectors. I did not dress up, my pulling outfit was packed. For my attempts to seduce the older sisters of Ellen page and Avril lavinge.
(Regular readers will remember how beautiful Robyn is. Miss Laudie grew to become a successful lawyer and is married. I believe. She too holds the burden of beauty)
I made a fool of myself. I put a ciggerate out, on the window. The only thing I think I can say, is that I did not climax in my trousers. When Laudie, and Robyn managed to tune out the idiot in the back seat and talk about boys and sex
I than waited, 6 hours in Washington for my train. Six hours. I was not there early, my train left at 9 or some such. I went to the cinema. I think. Its the cinema near union station. I was explaining the plot of one film, to a woman next to me. I swore it had Gwyneth Paltrow in it, who had married a man, and her step mother was jealous. I remember seeing the blonde leads' bum. I was pleased at that. I was in the Smithsonian.
I walked about the Capitol building. Quite late at night. I was messing about in the bushes around it.I was unobserved and of no interest to the forces of security
I had lied to Robyn about how long I would be waiting for the train.
I took the train north. Washington-NYC-Buffalo-Niagara-Toronto
I think I spoke to a woman on the train, and older woman who was sitting next to me for part of the trip. I think I lied to her, I think I told her I studied medicine or tree surgery
I remember Niagara falls. I entered Canada, on the 7^th-3-1998
I was there for over 10 days. Which means I have been on holiday in Canada, longer than any other country, if you think of my time, in UNC as study/work
I saw the CN tower. In passing
I stayed at the most famous hotel in Canada. Its near the Train station. There were bell hops in red uniforms. I asked one how much did the place cost for a night. I paid 200 dollars.

 I went down to the hotel bar, to try and pull
I remember I was wearing a red t shirt, and chino’s from the Gap. I fell asleep at the bar, and I didn’t talk to anyone.( I had not really slept well on the train) I remember one of the Bar staff, or the customers had an Arab father or German mother, or vice versa. For the whole of his life, had endured speculation

http://www.queensu.ca/
My friend was studying there. I got the bus, or was it the train. I think it was the train. Yes, I got the train. The station was quite a bit away from the University. I walked, to the university. I had no idea where it was, I began walking, I remember stopping in at a store, where I exchanged pleasantries about the day, with an older Canadian, and I think I was in Mickey d’s. I than found the university, and realised I had no way of finding my friend.
So I e-mailed him. Except I didn’t have an e-mail address so. I had to sign up for one
Cmp,net. Or some such. I have the address somewhere.
My friend found me slumped in front of a desk, in the Queens library he brought me through the snow to his house. I has thus far neglected to mention, that Canada was covered with snow. If you have seen Scott Pilgrim, it sort of looks like that. Quiet and snowy
I met my friends Roommates I took drugs. I think iI had some pot, and speed and watched I Scarface, until I passed out. I slept and slept. I awoke the next day, on a mattress on the floor
I remember the lock on the bathroom door, was improvised from a latch.
From there things are kind of a blur.
I hung out with my friend. We ordered pizza, I sat in on a Canadian lit class. There was a story about new Newfoundland fishermen drowning, and the fish eating their eyes and testes.
I remember playing scrabble, under the influence of stimulants. I remember drinking in the Student union, and a bar. I forgot to tip the barmaid at the bar. I remember the loony.
I saw a young lady in her nightdress eating pizza. My eyes must have been like an Anime character. I was in a supermarket I know they sold Irn bru. I bought Canadian Whiskey. Which I gave to a friend. I had no id. So my friend had to persuade the girl behind the counter to let me have some. I met my friends girlfriend. I said she looked like the girl, everyone fancied in Glasgow. Amy from Jedburgh if your interested. I looked at fetish porn, my friend showed me some he had saved on his computer. It was girls in leather, or PVC. My friend tried to call Scotland. The last time, he called He had interrupted two people we knew from our dorm, or rather hall, in bed.
I am glad I am not that young anymore
I remember travelling around to peoples houses. The circuits you do when you in college, or in your early teens. I remember one guy had made a montage on his ceiling of cool people from the late 1990’s. Han Solo, and Chris Rock, sitting at a bar. I remember a joke, about a place being 10 forward with a DJ. I remember someone changing the channel on Xena. It must have been a few days. Say 3 days with my friend. There was talk about me transferring to Canada, from UNC. I talk
Dr Johnston's maxim fresh in my friends mind. My funds, running low, I was smoking the local brand of smokes. Dumaurier as I was out of Camel tobacco products
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I made my way to Montreal. I was told I should see it, my friend had a friend there. I took the bus. I went to Montreal. I had been given advice on what to see in Montreal the rue de saint Catherine. There was pubs on one end, and sex on the other. Well Sex on one side
I met up with my friends friend. I bought them beers. Not enough, I'd wager. I gave stupid advice on life and Hegel. I don’t understand Hegel. It takes years. I quoted someone who did. My host had severed in the Canadian defence forces and had a picture of him outside the Canadian Parliment in Ottawa, in a Bearskin

The next day.
I ran out of cash.
I’ll tell more of that tomorrow

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A sobering thought

My brother saw someone who looked just like me, yesterday. He assumed It was me on the way to a football match.

It was at least a mile away and underground

Apparently this is a sign of my impending demise

Pinch Punch! The first of the month

Happy St Brigid's day