Grief

Somedays it's like a whole rugby team is standing on my chest.

Hard?

What the fuck is is with the increase in 'Male Pill' traffic in my in-box these days?
Does my computer know I'm getting closer to 50 by the day?
Is it sending 'Help the poor fucker get a hardon' messages to the chemical hardon pill manufacturers all over the world? By the amount of 'We can make you Bigger and Harder' mail I'm getting these days, it seems to me that these companies will just go bust tomorrow if I don't buy their products! Well I'm sorry! You can all just go eat dust or starve if you're depending on me to keep you in fur coats and fancy fizz! I'm hard as I wanna be when I wanna be thank you very much! Pfzzeizzesser! Me arse! 

Much Love.

KickAss!

Do you know how difficult it is to kick one's own ass? Have you ever tried? Well, I need my ass kicked right now. I have been downright lazy, a slouch, a couch-potato. I need to get my ass in gear, and I'm giving you permission to kick it!

Much love.

Neighbours, everybody needs good neighbours! (The Aussies will get this!)

My neighbours suck!
I wish I could afford to move, but it's not possible right now, and anyway the kids don't want to move to where I want to move to. The middle of nowhere! Miles from town, NO NEIGHBOURS! I'm getting old, and grumpy. I want to play my music loud, whenever I want to, to my hearts content. But I don't, 'cos I've got neighbours, and I am considerate, and I understand that one just cannot play ones music loud and hearty at 3AM, 'cos one has got neighbours, with kids, and jobs to get up early for to go to. I understand that. I do. But do my FUCKING neighbours understand that? Do they? DO THEY FUCK! Last night was the last night of being tolerant! NO MORE MISTER NICE GUY! I have asked them to be quieter, I have. As has Mrs. Philason, but they are usually so wasted that it's not worth the fucking effort. So from now on the first line is calling the Gardaí (cops) to report a disturbance (to my family). I would rather we all live in harmony, I really would, but ya know, life is too short to be waiting for other people to come up to my standards, so fuck 'em.

Happy Sunday all.  Much Love.  :¬)

Prodigal

We are all living under the one roof again, and that's good. We work better as a five-piece. The four was missing the one, and the one seemed lost without the four. The nest is full again.

poem

(For Helen, who passed away last year)

My Sister is dead
And no number of late night flirtations
With wine, red, or white
Can heal in my heart the irritations
Or dumb down the pain
Nor quiet the boom in my head
That banging refrain
My Sister is dead

A Pox Upon Us!

I lie! Most of the house of Stew have a head-cold right now, and sniffles abound! Man, the concoction of stuff being taken by us right now, I'm just waiting for the drug squad to break down the doors! What a start to October!

I had a wedding tonight, as is usual of a Friday, and I like to think the head-cold gave my voice a sexy Barry White tinge! I like to think that! I'm sick, let me think that!

The wedding? A bit boring, but we were paid in cash, and of course I am going to declare all to the revenue, 'cos I'm good like that!

Sang a few new songs tonight, which I enjoyed. Also sang a few old songs, couldn't quite remember the exact words, so just made them up as I went along, as you do! Did anybody notice? Do I care?

Nice quiet house on returning home, time for a relax, nice glass of Australian Pinot Grigio, (Yellow Tail, it's fucking delish!) slice of homemade apple pie (Thanks Helena) and a bit of a rummage on FB!

A bit of a lie-in is expected .

Much love  :¬)