tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241653898944474582024-03-19T12:05:11.880+00:00philasonphilasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-18477432939787078032011-02-22T02:44:00.000+00:002011-02-22T02:44:54.077+00:00Going Home<iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2XGRrZfOhtk?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-83368409472254576692011-02-18T21:57:00.000+00:002011-02-18T21:57:43.774+00:00Time FliesYou <em>know</em> you're getting old when you're droppin' the <strong>kids</strong> off at the pub of a Friday night and you're going home to watch T.V.! <br />
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:¬)philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-69739094608536102072011-02-17T02:04:00.003+00:002011-02-17T02:51:52.864+00:00FearSo, 'twas a wake-up call<br />
A kick in the nuts<br />
No 'if's' or 'buts'<br />
A pain, lingering,<br />
Ignoring, as a man does so well<br />
Tomorrow I shall feel no pain <br />
The 'sell'<br />
And then tomorrow, <br />
Well maybe Tuesday,<br />
Then October becomes February<br />
And no matter how merry<br />
The soberness on wakening still brings<br />
The stings, the doubt, <br />
The bouts of anxiety<br />
And piety not being one of my better sides<br />
No prayers will heal this pain<br />
No smiling hides the fear <br />
And though I cower and assume position foetal<br />
Praytell my darkest hour<br />
Is wakened by the clock<br />
''No more" I say, <br />
And ring the Doc.<br />
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All Is Well!philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-59547583176681409642011-02-15T14:58:00.000+00:002011-02-15T14:58:08.197+00:00ALL CLEAR!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzucfw104BECixdPMaf0cSZL-121ay-6X-9cBPZtgKqtuXF_ahijeNxHvP7LwYQImWIJBIqMtR0Qlx2jyaeNM6dQfXj4LBQOyZ_-5ZsTSGg-3OeiGOrwMQQJVcFX7LmRYPIxcrFHkANweU/s1600/think_positive_1040015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzucfw104BECixdPMaf0cSZL-121ay-6X-9cBPZtgKqtuXF_ahijeNxHvP7LwYQImWIJBIqMtR0Qlx2jyaeNM6dQfXj4LBQOyZ_-5ZsTSGg-3OeiGOrwMQQJVcFX7LmRYPIxcrFHkANweU/s400/think_positive_1040015.jpg" width="283" /></a></div>Scans came back (<em>eventually</em>!) all clear! :¬)<br />
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Thank you for your support, I shall wear it always!philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-10838456431597312022011-02-09T00:37:00.001+00:002011-02-10T02:52:34.589+00:00Scans.Update; Scans done, (embarrassing, but one should never die from embarrassment!) Should have results by Friday. Thanks for the vibes peeps!<br />
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I need all your positive thoughts and any spare energy you may have around midday.<br />
Crossed fingers also gratefully received.<br />
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Much love. :¬)<br />
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xxxphilasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-44317605032437164432011-02-04T01:21:00.000+00:002011-02-04T01:21:09.611+00:00Mark? Never The Twain!It can be very frustrating when two of the people one loves the most don't gel!<br />
Especially when one of those two seems quite happy in the others company, and the other seems bored out of their head!<br />
And I am in the middle!<br />
Funny, but I imagine they would have so much to talk about at my funeral!philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-78847468998629756382011-01-17T03:22:00.000+00:002011-01-17T03:22:43.757+00:00For My Most Favourite Canadian! (That's You Pam!)<iframe frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0put0_a--Ng?fs=1" width="480"></iframe>philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-13993550233744943512011-01-17T02:04:00.000+00:002011-01-17T02:04:29.030+00:00Big Girl's Blouse.Can't believe how emotional a big lad such as I is today! I'm crying at the drop of a hat, and as luck would have it, everyone I know seem to be flinging their hats to the ground today! :¬)<br />
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It's been a bad week, what with Peggy throwing off her mortal coil, me getting H1N1, and Rob fecking off to Oz! I AM DRAINED!<br />
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But tomorrow is another day, another start, I might just get back to the gym, even if it's only for a swim!<br />
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I am feeling a bit better, all that sleeping and not eating has taken pounds off, what a slimmer rockstar I should look like, you would think?<br />
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Happy Monday my friends! <br />
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Much Love. :¬)<br />
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xxxphilasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-60879496898742713812011-01-15T03:14:00.004+00:002011-01-15T03:20:11.226+00:00Rob.Rob was born to my baby sis Rena when she was just 19. She was a young single lass, and she and Rob came home to a family of Ma, Da, and four brothers. And all the brothers instantly became 'fathers' to Rob. I think this may have set us up for the future parents we would eventually become.<br />
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We all just loved him from day one. We would actually fight over who's turn it was to feed/change/bathe him!<br />
He's 25 now, and meself all the brothers still all have a father/son relationship with him. We were all out tonight, celebrating his sister Edel's 21st brthday, a great night. But all the brothers were spending the night with Rob, for he is moving to Australia on Monday with his lovely Emily. And we are going to miss him so much!<br />
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Farewell 'our son'. Have a great time in Oz, don't forget your uncles who love you dearly, come back before we are all too old to remember you, but most of all remember all your 'fathers'! :¬)philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-42027267658660182242011-01-14T02:36:00.000+00:002011-01-14T02:36:46.211+00:00Best Before 14th Jan 2011I'm feeling a bit better this evening, well, better than I did this morning! I had to cancel my sitting for my new tattoo with Rob (my favourite nephew). We were both dissappointed, he's leaving for Australia on Monday, and this would have been our last few hours together, having time on our own. He still wants to do the tattoo, even if it's on Sunday, a few hours before his flight, 'cos he created it for me, and he said he would do it before he leaves, and he's a gentleman of his word, just like his Grandad! I will miss him, but the world is such a small place these days, and we will be in contact all the time no doubt!<br />
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I am up late tonight, (<em>unusual for him</em> you say!) the only reason being I have a lot of beer that is gonna be 'out of date' by tomorrow, and I just hate waste! (Ah, beer & 'flu remedies!)<br />
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Cheers! :¬)philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-63844217739538931232011-01-13T01:31:00.000+00:002011-01-13T01:31:17.397+00:00Sick.I'm out of bed, for the first time since Monday.<br />
I may even go outside tomorrow.<br />
Yay!philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-8072714898735726902010-12-31T04:40:00.000+00:002010-12-31T04:40:58.139+00:00For 'missus'! Happy Birthday From Bubba!<iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ldwDvw99HHs?fs=1" width="425"></iframe>philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-58385366834736576432010-12-27T00:33:00.002+00:002010-12-27T00:33:55.954+00:00forfucksake!Sometimes, men are best left alone!philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-84416407948947628892010-12-01T01:59:00.000+00:002010-12-01T01:59:14.786+00:00Man! It's December Already!We'll never know what's around the corner in life, and would we even <em>want</em> to know. But things are taking a turn for the better. Still lots of little stresses around, but I prefer that to one <strong>BIG</strong> stress!<br />
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Communication is indeed a great thing. Thankfully we do a lot of it in our little family!<br />
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Happy 1st. December to all.<br />
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Much Love. :¬)<br />
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xxxphilasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-70718038042455140132010-11-29T01:22:00.000+00:002010-11-29T01:22:06.033+00:00The Specials - Too Much Too Young<iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T6fkHZzlFUA?fs=1" width="425"></iframe>philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-2154497520830989792010-11-22T02:30:00.000+00:002010-11-22T02:30:01.767+00:00Thank YeThe weekend was good, heid-wise!<br />
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I'm sorry for not replying to each of you personally, and I do take to heart all your love & comments.<br />
Some days are worse than others, but most days are better than others..<br />
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I had three gigs this weekend. I find singing really (REALLY!) lifts my soul! I am blessed to be allowed to get on a stage, perform, enjoy myself, entertain, and get paid! Blessed!<br />
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I think I would die if I could not sing.<br />
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Thank you. :¬)<br />
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Much Love.philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-822092321520700432010-11-19T02:12:00.001+00:002010-11-19T02:16:11.598+00:00DamY'all know the story about the 'Dutch kid and the finger in the Dam'?<br />
No?<br />
Look it up then!<br />
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That's what my heid is like most days!<br />
There's just that little finger stuck in the hole of the dam, holding back the massive tide, the tide of depression.<br />
And most days that little finger is doing it's job. It's a great finger, that little 'un. <br />
But it's getting tired, and weary of holding back the mighty dam!<br />
I fear it's gonna give up. Soon.<br />
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It nearly gave up tonight. But it has to stay strong, for fear of flooding.<br />
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It can only hold tight for so long though!<br />
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Beware of tidal floods!philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-70611530280264730322010-11-14T03:19:00.002+00:002010-11-14T03:23:20.757+00:00THIS Is what WE sound like. (Us Irish in general) (This is NOT Me!) AND Some music. (My first Video Here!)<object height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPlzKq-Q2es?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPlzKq-Q2es?fs=1&hl=en_GB" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-10872291280155402272010-11-12T00:58:00.000+00:002010-11-12T00:58:47.246+00:00SonI've been having the same most wonderful, special, relaxing and calming dream for the past three nights. I say the same, but really it's variations of the same. The dream is centralised around my son, 14 years old, the good times we are having together, the close bond we have, the 'man' thing a father & son get if they are really lucky. <br />
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But I don't have a son. I have three daughters. Three wonderful, beautiful and loving daughters.<br />
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And yet I keep dreaming of my son. He would have been about 14 now. We lost him four months before he was born. Who knows what he would have been like, what he would have become, who he would look like?<br />
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Well, I saw him this week, and he looked like me. And we were good buddies. And we hugged, manly hugs, and we kissed, father/son kisses, and he made me feel good.<br />
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Much love.philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-43927677511958824922010-11-10T00:44:00.000+00:002010-11-10T00:44:04.683+00:00Wise & WonderfulThat's YOU. Yes YOU!<br />
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Thank you all for being here.<br />
And for being there for me. I am indeed blessed.<br />
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Much love.philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-89657820849329089532010-11-07T02:59:00.000+00:002010-11-07T02:59:24.428+00:00Down Down, Deeper & Down!My head is in the <em><strong>'I'm gonna die soon'</strong></em> mode again. I haven't had it for a while, but when it hits, it fuckin' hits! Major panic attacks, night sweats, jolting myself awake (when I do actually manage to get to sleep!). Every twinge is a sign of a definite tumour. I try to calm myself by telling myself it's all in my head, and then that voice says "but what if it IS?"<br />
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A fellow musician died at the weekend, lung cancer, mid forties, never smoked, only started feeling ill a few weeks ago. Gone before his family knew what was happening. <br />
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Being the typical MAN, I keep all this to myself, behaving as normal as I can around everybody else. Late at night is the bad time, when all the worst thoughts have their christmas party in my head!<br />
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I will be fine again soon, I know, this has been going on since I was a teenager. But that knowledge doesn't make each episode any easier. <br />
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I'm glad I got that off my chest!, I feel a bit better already. Thank you for listening. :¬)<br />
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Much love.philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-61863874169039768012010-11-01T18:57:00.000+00:002010-11-01T18:57:08.580+00:00Journey To The Centre Of The Country! (About 90 mins away!)Meself & Herself are taking ourselves off for a few days. It's been quite a heavy time, and though everything isn't as yet <em>'hunky-dory'</em> things are starting to fall into place, some of them even into the places they are <em>supposed</em> to fall into! <br />
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See you all at the end of the week. And <strong>Thanks!</strong> :¬)<br />
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Much love.philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-43907210858813960762010-10-26T01:19:00.000+01:002010-10-26T01:19:07.654+01:00GriefSomedays it's like a whole rugby team is standing on my chest.philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-51079109643769064192010-10-22T01:46:00.000+01:002010-10-22T01:46:56.578+01:00Hard?What the fuck is is with the increase in 'Male Pill' traffic in my in-box these days?<br />
Does my computer know I'm getting closer to 50 by the day?<br />
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! <br />
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Much Love.philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124165389894447458.post-87567393636377609252010-10-16T03:26:00.000+01:002010-10-16T03:26:12.065+01:00KickAss!Do you <em>know</em> 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!<br />
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Much love.philasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12998866122328198723noreply@blogger.com9