Odds and Ends

Often in life, we tend to take many of our body parts for granted. Perhaps wif e luxury of a car, my feet is 1 of em. 5 days on, I'm still hobbling wif no sign of recovery. All becos I din have proper shoes in e 1st 24 hours. The cost of my folley stands at €40 - a new pair of shoes for 1/3 & e rest on bandaids, comfort gel, etc. I am meant to do self-walk tours of Dublin. Somehow, I dun see tat working out anymore. Feet - just gotta love em!

50 years of Peter Pan

Days later, e telly still talks of e sudden death of Michael Jackson. HMV & all e stores pipe his songs as you shop. The weekend papers are doing major pullouts on e man today. And I wonder, is it cos he's gone tat we're keeping him on e front of our minds? We did not so much as whispered his name much in years! Such a pity & shame. Perhaps if everyone cared more, or was less fascinated wif him, he might not be gone so soon.

Back to Roots

As I got off e train at Cobh yesterday, I was swamped by a group of geriatrics from America. 1 dude was even wheeling his O2 behind him! You'll find them all over e place; coming as desendents of e 1 mil plus Irish who left 200 years ago wen e spud crop failed. It's amazing cos I can't see us doing e same, tracing e path back to our roots. Or perhaps, it's just me ...

Thirty-eighters

Someone, somewhere out there celebrates his 38th birthday today. And here I am, many miles away. Perhaps this is how he wants it to be ~ another statement of how he's a loner, and always would be. And as much as he says he wants the day to pass unnoticed, it's such a fib, thru and thru.

And so, it's said here, with the token pint in hand as day breaks over Dublin, a toast to a fine "boy", who despite his eccentricities, is as good as boys are made. His dreams for the year ahead are small, but with his big heart, it'll create big ripples for sure.

Happy 38th Birthday Boy! Pressie will come when my plane touches down on the 6th. You'll just have to make do for now with Goofy and this note :o)

We've gotta make sure that some year between now and 2024, I've gotta at least once, see you blow those candles out ~ and this is non-negotiable!

Pink Floyd

I'm sitting outside of Fixx's Coffee Shop in Cobh, listening to some lads playing covers. No one seems to know who they are but they are GOOD! It's like the most apt thing to do this sunny afternoon ... and as the song goes ... How I wish you were here!

Food Galore

My food plan for dis trip：have just enuf so tat e walking would shed pounds. Tat plan is NOT going well. Breakfast just done：Swiss Muesli & a smoked salmon dill omelette. Dinner：prawns wif mango creme fraiche, duck confit wif pomme noisettes & black pudding foie gras. Lunch：fresh seafood chowder. And e butter. Oh e butter! I plan to steal a cow home just for e butter! Perhaps I should walk to Dublin instead of e train. It's been food heaven!

Spanish Guitars Already

I sat in on a stranger's wedding at Honan Chapel in e afternoon, wif hundreds of candles providing e only light. I attended a string quartet unplugged session at e uni. I also had my original Irish Stew at e local pub. I walked the city of Cork to its harbour and back. And the melancholy of e singer stayed wif me as e spanish guitar moments kept on piling up, 24 hours in ... He would so have loved yesterday in this city ...