Saturday, September 23, 2006

Turn back. Please turn back.

Good golly, it's been a while. How is everyone? Good? Great. Let's move on.

Lots and lots of things have been happening to old Radge this last while. Full disclosure is not possible, but what I can allude to is tumult, a new office, still being in Anne's, gargle, a beard, confusion, love, hate, the film 'Network' and suits.

Things ain't what they used to be.

I'd like to welcome Val, the newest invitee to my little world, and pay mention to Una who can no longer access the Radgery in work.

If you want to comment on this, you can, but I now moderate them first. That'll learn the spammers and OneNiteSues of this world.

Right, I'm away again. I can't think of anything else to say.

Apart from 'alright Mirabilis'!

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Hop, skip and a strut

This is me as a sprightly individual. Very much so. I'm in finest fettle.

Have been down in Limerick for the week, came down with a pure bastard of a virus that levelled me for, I don't know, three days or so. Would have done worse to others but my reserves are strong. Like oak. Beats chest.

Had taken the aul boy to Dingle for his birthday on Monday. It's not a town to disappoint, as many of you know. I had oysters for the first time in my life. They taste like the sea smells. That's my best description. Nice, but I'm more of a mussel man.

Anyway, the usual after that. Dick Macks, O'Flahertys, Fergus, visiting old friends of the aul lad, stayed with Patrick and Helena. Here, if you haven't been get yisser arses down and quick trot...

So, Monday aside I've not had a drop. This Tuesday is a month since Brain Day Eve and I have been out on the lash twice since.

Twice.

Once with Skehan and Noel. Once with my Da.

Twice.

In a month.

I'm slightly leaner, that's for certain, but my life has lacked a certain spunk of late. Too many nights in watching The West Wing over again on DVD, not enough nights springing my verbal dexterity and snappish wit on a suspecting yet strangely compliant audience.

Well that stops soon. Fitzbollix is back today, Skehan seems to have abandoned (once again) all pretensions to sobriety, and Cowzer is bound to be interested in an afternoon in the Stag's Head sooner rather than later.

And that's just the lads.

Friday, September 01, 2006

"Coffee and papers..."

Will I tell you what I'm doing right now, blogging aside? I'm watching Lost In Translation.

Films don't get a lot better for me, a sucker as I am for the word unspoken and the long and lingering look of a thousand different dancing thoughts all at once. It's 'show don't tell,' all about the internal and letting the watcher do the work. The wonder in the ambiguity.

Classic stuff.

A phrase that always rankled with me, as I know it did 5X too, was the whole 'leave your brain at the door' thing. Why? Can someone explain it? Isn't art meant to provoke the senses, inspire thought away from the suits and banality of work and everyday life? Since when is white noise something to be cherished? How is it funny when Seann William Scott eats shit masquerading as chocolate?

Would ya g'way...

I like my humour a little more spontaneous. And, dare I say it, original.

Anyway, where I am at the moment is Anne's. She's down in Limerick and letting me run amok as I please in her magnificently appointed abode in Grange Lodge Avenue. Had some trouble earlier locating the tin foil but, thankfully, crisis averted.

Events of the week gone by have been notable by their sobriety. A couple of well deserved and thoroughly enjoyable gargles with Denise last evening have been the height of it. An hour is not enough in the company of the quare one from Clonmel though...

Next week I'm in Limerick again, inflicting myself on the folks while those scurvy builders scratch their arses instead of finishing off the new place... Sakes...

"Fuckin' construction workers, man..."