Thursday, October 14, 2010

...and on and on...

The snug in Kehoes, a dangerous place. I'm sure it had a red light back in the day, which records show was 1998. It's been replaced with a standard and sickly yellow hue but it's all the better for drinking in. And drinking in. And drinking in again.

The folly of it, following up Tuesday night pints with Wednesday day beers and nervously introducing the Thurles lad and his belle to the cat's mother. Good craic, mind you.

It needed to be worth it, given this morning's early start and the shaping of eager young minds.

This is me, mildly broken on the couch amid rememberings of slaggings and couch talk, writing my little addled mind off before another trek out into October and all its useless beauty.

Logs off. Steels self.

9 comments:

Annie said...

"October and all its useless beauty"

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Radge said...

Thanks Annie.

Holemaster said...

You're no man for Mean Fomhair.

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Radge said...

No, give me a full blast of winter and I'll show you a happy man. This is just nothing weather.

Kitty Cat said...

I was probably the only person complaining about the weird warm weather last week. I want it to be cold so I can wear my new winter coat that makes me look like a spy.

Radge said...

I can only assume it's black, or camouflage in colour. If you really want to be authentic you should attach a bush (plant bush, not rude bush) to it.

Conan Drumm said...

No complaints, we had 25 degrees here t'other day, it's shortening the winter.

Has the cat's mother been appraised of your blogging proclivities?

Conan Drumm said...

Or maybe that's proclivity, singular?

Radge said...

Oh yes, she happened across it a while back. Would have told her anyway, I'm far too thinly veiled.