BACK IN THE 'NOCK

Crapman has been on at me to increase the frequency of my FLOG posting... like I have something interesting to say on a regular basis. Considering I've moved back home now, my life is as about as interesting as a road worker who's given up on his hole and has decided to stare back at people on the bus instead. It's also about as stimulating as a lengthy shagging session with Timmy Mallet (see photo below).And about as entertaining as a man who tries to come up with an interesting and witty similie... but... fails miserably.

So apart from the scurrulous remarks about my blog posting, it was cool hangin with my homie Crapman on Friday. I use phrases like 'homie' and 'hanging' deliberately, because whenever I'm with Crapman I slip into 15 year old mode.So, in that spirit let me explain that me and him are two bad asses from the 'Nock (that's 'Portmarnock' for those not cool like us)who like to play our Commodore 64 computers when our parents are out, sometimes even until right after midnight,we even say rude words loudly even if people might hear us. I was like "hey dude maybe the Amiga is better than the Commodore 64", he was like "hey get a life" and I was like "No way" and he was like "way!" and I was like "dude!" and he was like "hey man that's phat" and I was like "no man it's glandular and they ain't man boobs they're pectorials" and he was like "wha?" and I was like "oh nevermind."

Just to remind myself that I wasn't actually fifteen, it was my friend Jo's 25th birthday then on Saturday, and I venured to 'Tamangos' back in the 'Nock. The Tag-line is "Where the gang still goes", which is true, unfortunately it's the same gang that went there circa 1980.On the Prowl in Tamagos is as dangerous for me as entering the deepest heart of Africa; you're likely to end up with someone's Ma, sister, someone from an Out-patients field-trip from Portrane Mental Hospital, or even worse, an ex-student. These dangers, coupled with drink prices comparable with the G.N.P of a third world country, didn't manage to ruin a perfectly good night, and gave Jo a good welcome to her second quarter century. Moving back home, then, has it's sweet elements. All together now; "Don't be fooled by these rocks that I've got/ I'm still / I'm still Flashy from the 'Nock!"

Timmy Mallet, cool personified