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There were no medals today for messing on the starting line.
Pity because Finn and his compadre A. would have scored gold.

If only they had managed to convert all that bouncy energy into horizontal velocity…

Not that they are dispirited or anything.

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Misplaced energy

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They had a blast

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of fresh air. Or 12,000. During our hour walk.

But it takes more than gale force winds to deter kids or spaniels from having fun.

Nana tried to have us believe that the weather was blissfully spring-like for the last ten days.

I articulated doubts about the veracity of her allegations.

She then tried to insinuate that we are the ones bringing shite weather with us to her otherwise sunny part of the world.

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Insert coin

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This is our traditional stop on the Shannon, the half way point during the odyssey to Nana’s.
We usually have a sandwich, a bag of crisps, we throw a few stones in the river, and then we have a quick game of Pacman.
I invented that one about 5 years ago, and they still request it every time we time in Tarmonbarry.
The rules are pretty simple. They can run on the yellow lines only. They cannot jump from one segment to another. Once they have started a segment, they cannot backtrack.
And I chase them while imitating the pacman sound.
They have three lives each.
They don’t tire of it.
I pretend not to tire of it either.

Xbox 1 eat your heart out.

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An Irish childhood

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Pepe put together a great slide show for the Annual Meeting of the Cousins, chez Uncle Ted.

It comforted me in my outsider’s vision of what an Irish childhood in the 70s was all about:

  • Cakes. Loads of cakes. They were very much the central piece of any gathering. And deserved the most footage (super 8 was expensive back in the days, and kids had to be shooed away for the lengthy pavlova sequences)
  • Taytos. Cheese and Onion Tayto crisps were the staple food of the day for the under 12 population.
  • Sun burns. You could happily fry your kids, without any risk of the neighbours ratting on you to Social Services. Because everybody was at it. I guess that during these 3 annual summer sunny days, all the cameras were out, and neighbourhood contests were hastily organised. It looks like Mrs mememe2U was elected Little Miss Sunburn – Ballinteer District in 1975, 1977 and 1979.

 

Again, a good time was had by all. With lots of laughter and slagging. Thanks again Ted! 

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Mrs mememe2U and I where recently wondering what it would be like to have a bigger, happier family.
So we decided to rent two extra kids for the night.

Before deciding if we want to go for twins of our own or not.

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Meringues à cinq

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Cultural visit to Ireland

There was a bit of culture.

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Some very convincingly feigned interest

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Even a short encounter with a local poet and photographer (but he kind of hinted at being sort of busy)

IMG_1000But there is only so much delaying of gratification that can be achieved (“a tantric” pub crawl as Gary called it).

Pints had to be consumed.

Hungrily.

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Bit of tactical food too. And red wine. For variety.

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“Gary, I think there is a guy trying to sniff your head, through the fish tank”

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Bit more wine. In preparation for an afternoon of serious pintage.

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Quick photo for the cover of the upcoming album.

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And finally, the serious pintage.

Insto feeling a touch protective there.

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These six are mine, the rest of yize can fokoff.

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Trademark middle finger

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Good spirited conversation, monitoring the three spirit levels

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Paddy in the doorway.

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Another six for Insto (hence the rare smile).

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More fresh pints on vintage formica.

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All swell in the man-cave.

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Brian has landed!

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Jessie

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“You touchin’ ma camera, punk?”

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Bromance in the man-cave.

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Match made in heaven.

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More pintage.

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Getting on like a house on fire. IMG_1109

Tactical fish and chips (thanks O’Loughlin’s staff for bending the rules there…)

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Three wise men.

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More and more camera blur as the evening progresses.

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More pintage.

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Blipfoto.com

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All still going remarkably well in the man-cave of happy pish-talking.

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Contemplative suction by a master of the art.

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Tactical walk in the fresh air.

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Insto off to catch the last Dart to Killester. More camera blur.

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After all that fresh air, more pintage is on the cards.

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Pensioner still yapping away. Jason half-listening, in a state of fascinated horror.

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Gary without the middle finger.

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Ha! That’s more like him.

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Jim. Regal even in urination. IMG_1223

Sunglasses? In Ireland? Come on…

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The end of the bromance. Giving me the eye for the last time.

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The cover of that difficult second album.

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Thanks lads for a great Saturday (and a bit of a fart-filled Sunday in a cramped Dacia, with a mix of cool tunes blending seamlessly into one another).

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Since his encounter with Henry, and his subsequent fall and collision with a hard wet concrete surface, Johnny’s faith in the power of advertising had been in shreds.
He was not looking forward to his battle with Imogen either.

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Destabilised

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