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Going Easy on Standing O’s

My alter ego was at the theatre earlier this week but was struck by the audience more than the show on stage;

“So Eamon, what did you think of his performance tonight?” “Well Bill, he’s a good player… not a great player… a good player and that’s what we got from him tonight.” I love my football…

Source: Going Easy on Standing O’s

Depression still intrudes on my day-to-day life but I’ll get there……

Apparently in the real world today is known as ‘Hump Day’. I’ve never worked in a Monday to Friday job or even a job closely related to a 9 to 5. All my jobs have involved shift w…

Source: Writing & Depression – Both Are All In My Head

The man behind Fibrofella is looking to start a conversation about Child Protection, maybe you’d take a look and give some feedback?

If you take the time to read this post, I’d really appreciate your feedback on the questions it poses. This post deals with child protection on a very basic level but I’d like to get an…

Source: ‘Don’t Touch The Child’

Trying To Write A Book

I haven’t much to say about Fibromyalgia at the moment but I’m still writing and blogging on my other page;

Plenty of people have asked me since I published ‘The Confessional’ if it was tough to write or if it took me long to write. I had a very rough idea nagging in my head for a while but f…

Source: Trying To Write A Book

The Lord Mayor

We said goodbye to one of life’s gentlemen last weekend and it was very difficult for everyone who knew and loved Dublin’s (unofficial) Lord Mayor. Obviously this was hardest for his First Lady and his two boys but there were lots of circles of friends, colleagues etc. whose lives had been touched and enriched by the gentleman barman.

I know whatever I write below will not be enough to pay tribute to the man I knew. I am also aware that no matter what I say, I haven’t the words to offer comfort or solace. Both of those things were accomplished however by the Lord Mayor’s eldest son on Monday. When he spoke, we listened, we laughed, we cried and we marvelled at this incredible young man speaking with poise, wit and pride about his father. And when he finished we stood to applaud him, how he had held his composure throughout and how he had evoked vividly the man we had come to remember and mourn.

The Lord Mayor knew everyone it seemed and was how he got the nickname. The other was the Pope, everyone wanting their audience with him wherever he was. He also liked to dish out a nickname or two and I was re-christened too. My own was ‘Wantapen’. As a younger fella behind the bar I did enjoy chatting to the customers and from time to time I did try chatting up a young lady or two. First off this led to questions being shouted about whether I wanted a pen to take a phone number down, until one night while chatting to one girl I had about 40 or 50 pens thrown on the bar floor behind me! When I rang him my ringtone on his phone included a computerised voice saying ‘Wantapen’ just to be sure it stuck.

We worked on the same shifts and that meant never on a Monday. About 8/9 years we decided we needed to do some Christmas shopping on a Monday about 4 days before the big day. Needless to say we bought very little and went on a little tour of decent pubs at the top of Grafton Street in Dublin. Our last stop at about 5pm.

It was my round and about to order two Guinness, Tony grabbed my arm, “There’s no one drinking pints in here Pete, we’ve gotta go with something else.”

“Two snipes of Champagne please!” came the order from Tony. We stood there sipping champagne, a round each, chatting to the staff and whoever came up to order the drink. Just as we did in any bar across the city, and believe me we visited some ‘interesting’ places too. People are people after all and everyone gets treated equally.

Tony helped me through some of the worst times too. He was there the night I had a seizure in Harry’s and scared the shite out of myself and everyone else. He also visited me in hospital and understood when I was struggling and needed a boost. He was also one of the first people to follow this blog and that is why I’m writing here.

When I started working in the Home Farm F.C. bar, the Monday Club would introduce each singer by saying “Your friend, my friend, everybody’s friend, it’s……”

When you got upstairs T, I hope that was how you were introduced.

Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam



Summer Project Part II

This week’s stories are from my niece Meghan. I hope you enjoy them.

There’s been some real interest in my idea to get young children’s stories published on my blog here and through my Facebook page. There hasn’t been too many sent in to me just ye…

Source: Summer Project Part II

Summer Project

If you know of any young storytellers out there (primary school age) who like to write and would like to have their story published then this might be the summer project for them……..

When I was in school I wrote lots of short stories and handed them up to teachers for correction and grading. I am relatively young but when I was in school, even when I was in college, computers, …

Source: Summer Project

The real fella behind Fibrofella launched his book last week, why not have a read about it here:

Thursday June 9th, Harry Byrnes 10.45 PM I’m standing at the bar sipping a pint, talking sociology and history to a lovely couple I’ve just met. They’ve bought a copy of ‘The Confessional’ from me …

Source: The Confessional – Book Launch

I’ve always wanted to write and share stories. It is a part of who we are and where we have come from as Irish people.

“Seanchai stories are about local events, family sagas and short accounts of fairies and other supernatural beings. These stories were traditionally told by either men or women…..These stories were…

Source: Storytelling is the Flagship of Irish folklore

“It’s not a singles ad you’re writing Peter! I like long walks on the beach, swimming, cooking and reading.” “I know it’s not a singles ad, I’m just trying to give them a little idea of my hobbies …

Source: ‘The Confessional’ is Open