As if from nowhere, I'm back.
Yeah, I know, I've been lazy as sin with the bloggery this past aeon, but, y'know, I just didn't want to. It's as good an excuse as any.
Actually, there's a point. 'Not wanting to' is the best reason for ever getting out of doing something you don't want to do.
"Come on to fuck, come to this play with me. It's got great reviews and will enhance your life no end."
"Give me one good reason why you can't come."
"Because I don't want to."
An end to it.
So, I've been up to stuff. It's been a well of refreshment ever since I got over my ills. Last night was Neary's and I wager tonight may be just the same. I'm loving the shindig, Skehan or no Skehan. And there was me thinking his absence would lend me a healthier hue. N'at all...
It's Bantry this weekend with John and Pike and the aul lad. What happens? The wilds of Cork tend to bring out the brazen in me, must be the Murphy's.
On a similar theme, I've given up Guinness. She wasn't helping.
All very random this. Safe to say I'm in the best form of the year so far, quite content with my lot. Can't smile wide enough, me...