The older I get the more I prefer my own company. Or at least to choose my own company. New Year’s Eve is not a night to spend out amongst the thronging hoards. And today is especially a day to avoid the mayhem of town and pubs and packed streets.
The day off is welcome but I’ll spend it in Ron’s having pints. Nobody will bother us there. And if by some chance a pack of revellers find their way to the front door they’ll be told that this is not the pub for them.
I’ll get drunk, probably, I’ll listen to Dirty Dave wonder which I’d rather be: A snake, a bishop with x-ray vision or a panda who eats muslims but goes blind for an hour after each meal. Lucky Luciano is back more regularly now, the triplets are growing up and the man who kills for a living is finding it hard to live with four Italian women, he needs the company.
At some point the bar food will be procured. Last week Stinking Pete brought in a platter of cheese and assorted Spanish meats and some home made apple wine. He’s currently in John of Gods undergoing intensive treatment for a Hugh Fearnley-Whittlingtittlingstall addiction.
We’ll raise a glass to him today and avoid the slippery puke of the streets, the spread of litter and the stale belchy air. Happy St Patrick’s day.
Ron is remarkably understanding if he let’s you bring food in. Does he not worry about the loss of his pork scratchings trade?
Have a marvellous holiday all the Twenty men.
It’s more Friday-ish than a Friday today.
Have a good one, enjoying it your way
tip for today at cheltenham called washing line put your shirt on it
fuck it. I spose I have to let the midget out of the attic again. Ah no thats christmas… phew.
This mid-week weekend has me all off balance.
I did my drinking last night and had my guinness dump this morning. Scrambled egg and smoked salmon and a green tea for breakfast.
sick from last night need a pint of cider and a ride. no just the cider
happy day-off for the masses to you’s too.
but.
before I go can I regale you with my story from Beaumont Hospital last night?
I am whether you like it or not.
At 9.30 pm last night just as I had been served a pint of Guinness in my local I got a call from sister to say that she had brought my mom, who is the wrong side of 70, to A & E at 8 pm because she couldn’t stand on her right leg. My mom is very fit and is never ill so this is quite disturbing. I probablt shouldn’t post this but I’m so fucking angry at what went on, or rather what didn’t go on that I need to vent my spleen.
I left the pub and went over to my parents home to talk to my dad etc.
The following shows how what people do at the top, the government, influences the behaviour of others. i.e. if you a lazy fuck with no interest but your own individual interest. i.e a PD/FF/Sunday Independent philosphy of “sure, we’re all right, fuck the plebs”
8 pm – my mom arrives in A & E
10 pm – a nurse speaks to her and say’sa doctor will examine her ASAP
4 a.m. – a doctor sees her and tells her to come back tomorrow for a scan
This country and it’s “public” service is a fucking disgrace.
p.s. I’m just in the door and across the road from me I can see the church car-park is full. So the chursch is full of cunts.
p.p.s the 4 basic rules, and I mean basic rules, of management are planning, leading, organising and controlling – not one of those principles was demonstrated in A & E. They all live on a mind-boggling different planet.
I’m really fucking pissed off.
& no maggot, I don’t mean “fit” in an iris robinson way
Problem solved in the UK, itchy, by having a target time in which you must be seen.
Clever cunts get round it by leaving patients outside in ambulances until they can admit them. The clock doesn’t start counting until then.
Ambulances then cannot respond to energencies so queues die down. Brilliant in its simplicity really.
Jaysus on both counts there.
Hope your mam gets well, Itchy.
Fuck that Itchy. And no doubt your thinking after all the years of looking after you when you were a kid, those days and nights when you might have been down with the measles or chicken pox and all the worrying she did and all the sacrifices she made.
And this is how her own country treats her when she needs help. Well I hope the Ma is ok and it’s nothing serious.
It’s all as a result of planned privatisation of the health service. The idea is to make it so bad, that people will welcome private operators. And that really is the truth I’m afraid. Mary Harney is on a mission on behalf of people who intend owning the health services here.
hope your mam is ok Itchy
Just makes me wonder Itchy whether there is a background policy of running down the public health service so that people naturally turn to wherever Mary and her private health lobbyist husband want them to turn.
There’s an economic term called ‘managed decline’ which applies to both the British NHS and the Irish Health Service and I think it is a deliberate policy.
Look how private companies have been engaged (UK only?) to provide cleaning and maintenance at low cost- which means you get a disinterested and low paid immigrant pushing a mop in desultory fashion around a hallway. You then get pricate companies charging a fortune to change a lightbulb because they’ve quoted below cost to get the contract.
I’d take a fair bit of convincing at this stage that national public health facilities are deliberately being run down.
Cap’n Con ;’ I’d take a fair bit of convincing at this stage that national public health facilities areN’T deliberately being run down.’
Going back to Twenty’s blogpost the first line is interesting and something Ive noticed myself as I get older- being happy in your own company.
I could go out quite a lot being a fancy free sort of chap without much in the way of personal responsibilities and having a decent disposable income but I find after years of being social and sociable that I don’t have the patience for work-related do’s or semi-compulsory Friday nights in the pub.
Just as happy having a glass of decent wine at home with music or a book or something or a decent documentary on iPlayer.
Its quite nice being anti-social.
Oh it’s deliberate alright. I’ve seen and heard enough to know that’s exactly what’s going on. And the people who benefit will be businessmen connected to Fianna Fail who are being tipped off to buy into private healthcare and nursing homes.
That and full scale legalised gambling are the next cash cows.
Yes back on topic. I am seriously adverse to central Dublin after 6pm on days like today. Myself and the lady are heading out this afternoon to stroll around Merrion Square and the Green and then we’re getting the fuck out and heading home for a nice roast chicken.
itchy hope all will be well but this is one cunt of a country for the old and the sick if i had enought money i be fucking long gone the doubleFF,s fucked this country up the ass
Itchy – your mum will be in my prayers – I’ve been in your shoes mate, it’s horrible. I can see why in the States people go over the edge and take their Uzi out for a bit of exercise.
if you want to see cunts go to ashtons pub in clonskeagh all you hear is nama wankers
I phoned Ashtons from outside once to tell them there a BMW on fire in the car park. About 20 arseholes ran out to check their cars. I’m sure half of them didn’t even have a beamer.
you got that right holemaster bang on
Got banned on Politics.ie for drunken comments. Fuck.
You won’t be missing a lot then Kitteh.
Hope all goes well with your Mum Itchy.
Lucky Luciano I assume would be a catholic.
Would that prohibit him from doing a few ecclesiastical hits?
We could have a whip-round.
Ugh. Most of the floats in the Tramore parade are small businesses advertising themselves.
Join the club, kitteh, although I must admit I was stone cold sober when I queried whether there would be felching behind the waterfont in the funeral service/dedication/bon voyage for that Gately chap from one of the boy bands.
It was worth it.
I was banned for accusing a moderator of being partisan LOL
Probably had you down as a sly sectarian troller, maggot.
It’s tough being a prod Cap’n – both right and victorious is a hard pill for shinners to swallow !
How come the Mister Men are so fat? I’ve often noticed that they seem to be portly sods in the main … are they only allowed march in the marching season?
I’m not a prod-basher by the way … I couldn’t care less whether someone is catlicker, prod, muslim or jewish or whatever.
They are all fake fucked up stories for the dumb anyway.
time for stout good luck all
I’m an ecumenical sort Cap’n. Issues with the power structures on all sides but religion and community is an accident of birth.
Just home from St. Patrick’s Day parade, having not gone to one since the late ’90s… To me, it’s a somewhat bizzaire zoo of a calebration for “Real Middle Ireland” – you know, the families of 3 kids, who go to mass, have IQs in the 95 to 105 range, watch the Late Late, read the Sindo, thinks Prime Time is hard-hitting journalism. You know. Normal people. Cunts.
Also, who else made the sound decision similar to HM and did their drinking last night ’cause of commitments on Thursday?
jesus kitteh, you on pints of stout or pints of bitter!
I was out in Dublin last night for a few pints as football was cancelled and everyone was in great form. It just struck me that we seem happier when all the politicians are out of the country. If we could get rid of the bishops as well, we’d have it made.
“jesus kitteh, you on pints of stout or pints of bitter!”
To be fair there’s plenty to be bitter about Fred.
Hope your mother is OK Itchy.
I was told before that if you complain of shortness of breath in the ER you’ll be seen straight away. Worth noting…
Mary Doherty = pure scum. (Link below is the vild cunt on radio today)
http://www.rte.ie/podcasts/2010/pc/pod-v-170310-32m04s-todaywithpatkenny.mp3
Interesting blog post on Mary Doherty also: http://myblog.rsynnott.com/2010/01/heil-mary-full-of-grace.html
vile^
Sorry to hear about the Ma, Itchy. It’s times like that when restraint becomes a superhuman effort.
We can bleat all we like about the state of the nation but we are increasingly faced with its grim reality in our everyday lives.
So, Itchy, on behalf of the HSE, thanks for all the tax you have paid through the years, for all the hours you worked for nothing to pay our inflated wages, and for all the extra toil you performed to pay our illustrious leaders.
Just don’t expect any service in return.
Itchy, hope your Mam is ok and that the scare isn’t anything serious. HM is right (“buy into private healthcare and nursing homes”) when the government was shutting down tax breaks left right and centre they introduced a brand new one on the qt in the Finance Act last year.
Twenty, a very Happy St(inking) Patrick’s Day to all in Ron’s.
…a brand new one… for nursing homes.
Maggot; ‘I’m an ecumenical sort Cap’n. Issues with the power structures on all sides but religion and community is an accident of birth.’
Yeah I’m from Wexford myself so I know how that goes. Put it this way … ‘Peadar’.
Peadar wasn’t born – he was hatched.
We left the city centre at 3:30, just when folks started to look on the cusp of shit-faced.
good idea medbh.
peadar rocks.
everything is fine here too*cough. I apologise for the short circuit earlier and thank you for the good wishes. cunts. But. A 70+ year old woman waiting nearly 9 hours for a check-up from a hospital doctor is not acceptable. The fucking republican party..jesus. Harney – make 3 hours a goal? Fucking useless cunt. 9 hours? This is nuts. A first world country. ok.
I’m going for a drink, wish me luck and happy bunny goes hop, hop hopping along to ye’s all.
*BURP
plus, I’m stealing “on the cusp of shit-faced”
The cops were taking no shit in stephen’s green today. Even taking unopened drink from people’s bags. People well over 18 who were only passing through. Seems our cops don’t know the law. Pearse street pigs.
Were any of them gingers HM ?
Poor buggers probably narked at being on duty
The Chinese cop was one the them.
Holemaster Says:
March 18th, 2010 at 9:31 am
The Chinese cop was one the them.
After you’ve done the “Why don’t you try and do your job and try and arrest some real criminals” you’d have to follow up with ” Number 69 with boiled rice please”