Taking my dignity out of the machine for inspection
I notice it has shrunk considerably in the hot wash
While from the living room Marty implores Mary to wave
At the camera to all the Mayo folk watching at home
I wave back and spin the wheel round three times
It lands on 40 degrees between the delicates
And the badly stained
By Not Paul Durcan
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Thanks to the three of you who voted in the latest poll.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day
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You had a rubbish day too then! Quite a while ago, though *look sideways while making funny shapes with mouth to avoid owning up to missing the vote*
*weird high octane voice* It’s quite OK, no, really, it’s fine.
*reverts to Barry White* Yeah, I hope yours picked up. I’m ambivalent about the like button. I liked yours when I didn’t really at all. There should be a ‘I hear ya’ button, or ‘Fuck that, hope your head’s showered soon’ button. Facebook only think they’ve problems.
There must be an Elvis like emoticon you can devise for an ‘I hear ya’ button. That day got mildly better – but not about work. Yesterday was good – see long conversation in the previous post.
If I had seen it I think this would have been my choice.
Leaves Paul Durcan in the shade.
Thanks Tric. The poor chap must be shakin’ in his slippers.
Loved it!
Marty Whelan – an inspiration to so many.
I only just came across your poll today, and had never heard of Paul Durcan before, but I voted anyway just for fun!
Good woman yourself. Thank you. That’s the sort of spontaneous after-party action I like to see round these parts, along with the occasional publishing of posts after midnight.
By the way, did you know there’s a book named after you??!!!! I threw it down in disgust it was not worth your fine name. Of course, it had glorious blurb, but it looked like slim pickings to me. The words were spaced out really far to make out for the lack of content. Of course, if that’s your bible, and the inspiration behind your re-naming, then I take it all back……
Took yourself to spot it, Birdie. Commendable. That’s another on-the-spot Elvis Medal for your good self.
£:-# (lips are a bit chapped, sorry).
ooooh. So if I read this tome will I see into the darkest depths of your soul??? Or at least get an “awwoh, that’s what she’s on about” moment??
Page 43, number one at the bottom of the page 😉
Oo oo oo exciting. I’m going straight to the bookshop 🙂
I’m not 2, 3 or 7 😉
But you would like to learn how to fly. Commendable 🙂
Well, it’s further up my list than learning to drive a car! How hard can it be?? !!
Jesus this is pure magic, so it is. Anyone who can’t see poetry in a spin cycle doesn’t deserve to call themselves Irish, but this is a cut above the rest. Seeing as I missed the last poll through sheer ignorance, can I put my spoke in for the next one, which I’m assuming is either Not-Seamus-Heaney or perhaps a Not-WB-Yeats, for the Easter centenary?
Excellent idea! *chews crayon pensively while staring into the middle distance* Wait, I aim to reach higher. Along the lines of our Poet Laureate: Not-Ding-Dong-Denny-O’Reilly
I’ll give you a box of USA biscuits if you come up with a Not-Pat-Ingoldsby.
Leave it with me and I’ll do me best to insult the man. The Jan centred biccie for effort.
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