Saturday, July 04, 2009

Ollie's 30th

I'm supping in Dick Mack's snug, starting it all off, inviting drunkenness.

I'm eating monkfish and toasting Oliver.

I'm falling a little bit in love with a barefooted chanteuse.

I'm requesting Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore from Fergus O'Flaherty who lives on Grey's Lane.

I'm whirring and stomping and moving on to the whiskey.

I'm handing over my jacket in a deluge, lamenting immediately my chivalry.

I'm applying the shirt to the hand-dryer, naked from the waist up.

I'm being filmed dancing a foxtrot with unsolicited hands on my arse.

I'm...

I'm waking up, cursing my exit after one spectacular night.

8 comments:

Holemaster said...

Great post. Lingering in Dingle still?

Radge said...

Thanks. I'm not, I'm back in the Pale, planning my next trip.

Sarah Gostrangely said...

Party down Radge.

Barefoot chanteuse is a sight to be seen.

Green Of Eye, Sharp Of Claw said...

This really makes me wanna go drinking with you,if only to get a blurry frenzy of drunken photos!

Radge said...

I do my best drinking when there's a camera around, Green Of Eye, consider yourself invited.

McMuck said...
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McMuck said...

I once applied a hand-dryer to my jeans - near-naked from the waist down in front of your sister. In Austria. I think a photo was taken. I certainly remember posing.

Radge said...

I know, and I can't believe poor Anne had to pay her own way through those years of counselling.