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Lovely looking Robin that Solo, nice slim figure, it reminds me of the first time I brought Phyllis to meet the grandmother for tea, there wasn't on pick on her at that time, slim as a snake and she had hot pants on.
When we were going home the granny says to her at the door "Are you a good singer me girl?"
"No, not really"
"Well you ought to be you've legs like a Lark"

They became great mates afterwards.


I had a poor but happy childhood and I was never ashamed to admit it to anyone.

On some Saturday afternoons we would get a lift from the milkman on his horse drawn cart into town.
We would have helped him collect his weekly money and he’d be heading back to his base at Lucan Dairies, we never knew his name, everybody just called him “Lucan”, he would give us all a sixpence each to go to the pictures in town and drop us off at Guinness’s where their boats were docked, we’d mess about on the many barrels for a while as we would be too early for the cinema.
The “Mayro” picture house only charged fourpence in for kids so we would buy sweets with whatever we had left.
A very enjoyable day for a young boy, a bit of work, a bit of play, and a long rest in the picture house guzzling toffees.

Three Dublin boys, Tommo, and the two O’Farrells
Went down by Anna Livia to thread on the barrels
Then off the boat came a Guinness’s Sailor, now you don’t see them often
“Hey ye young brats, get the hell off 'em!”

There’s always someone to spoil your fun when you’re a kid isn’t there.

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Thin line, stability and predictability
Inevitability and Motability
Protect the territory
For the sake of continuity.

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Sounds about right spitty....ave a mince pie

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Is isn't surprising that we think back on the little bits of responsibilty we had especially if there was a reward at the end of it. You couldn't always expect payment or a treat but it was nice when you did...and you never forgot it.

I recently cleared some very old stuff among which was a carrier bag which I have held onto, full of the most beautiful off cuts of theatre braiding in all colours, shapes and sizes. A childs delight to have been given such wonders for simply collecting a P.O parcel. They were no use to the lady who made costumes for actors etc but I spent so many hours with that bag of goodies making up fantasies about who would wear such glittering finery.

That barrel hopping reminded me of the great log rolling. It also made me laugh as it was such a laddish thing to do. If a lad got hurt barrel hopping it was their own fault but if a girl got hurt doing that the lads got the blame for letting her do it. Maybe that's the problem today as we had definite girls and lads things to do and they were respected for being just that...but that would never do today. As the3 muskateers once "said "all for one and one for all"

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Good fun that video Solo, I could have been as good as them lads had I hung around the barrels a bit longer, all I got was an unmerciful thirst for the stuff.
Roll out the barrel I say.

This is the time of year when a terrible crime will be committed on the human body by tens of millions of well meaning good people.
I’m talking about neuroside, never heard of it? I don’t blame you, I just made it up, anyway it means the massacre of millions of brain cells caused by drinking.
We are always hearing from the experts that drink destroys our brain cells.
I don’t know much about brain cells, we have been told and led to believe that the more brain cells we have the cleverer we are, the bigger the brain the more intelligent we are too, how many times have stupid people been called ‘Bird brain’. Actually birds are very smart, they can fly anywhere and it doesn’t cost then a penny, and you never hear of them crashing.
But I wouldn’t be too sure about what the experts say, suppose for argument sake we had a neat round figure of 1million brain cells to start off our adult life with, they say that every time one has a drink x amount of brain cells die never to be replaced again, then take the prime time of one’s life say from 20-40, when one would probably be drinking the most, assuming of course that one drinks, then I reckon half the million cells would have perished.
That should mean that a person of 40 would only be half as intelligent as a person of 20, right?, wrong, in fact it’s actually the other way around. I’m 74 now so I reckon all my million cells have been used up, but I’m still functioning as a 55 year old, how is that possible? If one was to believe the experts all my brain cells should be long gone by now and I should be a mushroom or a lettuce, fact is I’m amazed how I could type this much without a single brain cell left, that in itself deserves another glass of port, cheers.

To hell with the experts, go out and have a good time while you still can.

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The obvious question is, did any individual need that many brain cells in the first place. None drinkers seem unable to organise a piss up in a Brewery.

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I still think they know very little about the human brain Spitty.

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I have a very tough niece who is recovering from cancer surgery.
She now has two false breasts, she was here today with her young son (5), she made me laugh when she said brazenly “Uncle Jem, I have false breasts, faux mammaries it says on the hospital forms, well I’m proud of mine and I don’t give two faux who knows about them either”
I laughed and said “I hope you praised them and said thanks for the mammaries”
Lovely girl and I truly hope and pray she makes a full recovery.

They are getting serious about this climate thing here now,
My neighbours grandson got a job with the department of the environment, they sent him down to a dairy farm in Kerry where he goes out to a field at 9am and has to sit out in a little hut shaped like a cow and covered with cow skin looking camouflage canvas, he has a little electric clicker and every time a cow farts he has to click it to register the cows expeditions.
Each of the fifty cows has a little chip in the ear and when they fart he hears it on his headphones, 6,017 he recorded in his first 7 hour shift, roughly 11 farts per cow per working day, who would think that? (when he finishes on this job he’ll be able to let us know who farts more, the older cows or the younger ones, looking forward to that little gem of info, ain’t technology great!)
He says his thumb is swollen from clicking, he’s alternating between thumbs and fingers now, he finishes on Friday then they’ll probably send him off somewhere else with his little clicker after Christmas, the money is good, but when i asked him what does he tell his mates he does for a living he refuses to say, but no doubt they already know.
I have to tell you I know a few fellas who clicked the odd cow, some of them even married them.

I can just hear all his mates singing this when he walks into the local on Friday night.

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Wifi is a bit hit and miss at the moment so hopping on when the little sign quivers and shows signs of life. Hey ho thats modern technology for you when quivering gets you all exited.

My sincerest good wishes to your neice....which brings me to......

Driving down It was remarkable to see so many cows doing the back stroke...breast stroke..crawl and whatever else it took to stay afloat in so many flooded fields. Now that could be interesting way of collecting data

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We are becoming more and more dependant on the internet, when it goes off we get all flustered and edgy, we’re all hooked now young and old, maybe that’s how they want us to be, knowing everything about us, every move we make, and can cut us off anytime anywhere.

Christmas has been well and truly commercialised now, the black Friday thing really put the lid on it, that now means you will spend in October on halloween, halloween is fast becoming a big money spinner here in recent years, then November with the black Friday swindle, December, and in the January sales, four months of the year!, not to mention what one spends socially during the long time off work between Christmas Day and the new year, spend spend spend, money money money.
Sadly the whole meaning of Christmas is gone and it’s more an event to fear for most people rather than look forward to. Greed ruins everything for everyone in the end.

It had been raining all day today, I didn’t venture out a all. The rain stopped at about 8pm and the sky cleared to reveal a multitude of bright stars.
I was lost among the glistening specks of light, and as I gazed up I was wondering where all the black holes were hiding, not to mention the dark matter, then sure enough as if in answer to my prayers I stepped into some dark matter in the garden, for a little dog he produces an awful lot of dark matter, I then buried it in a small black hole the dog had dug earlier, then I went back into the house feeling optimistic and starry eyed, but n’er a mention of the big bang, all she said was “My God, your out there in the cold with no pullover on yeh, you’ll catch your death of cold, yeh aul eejit”
Ah, the song may be over but the melody lingers on.