Somehow, I have a feeling that it may not be the last…
Colette and Diarmuid always insisted on looking their best at a wedding.
Today’s union in matrimony of young Dervla and Declan would be an extra special event, as it happened to coincide with Coco and Didi’s own plastic wedding anniversary.
Titus’ previous owner was good to him.
Some bollix has found the factory reset button on the weather machine…
You can run all you want, you can twist, and turn, and dodge, it is a lost battle.
You may miss a raindrop of two.
You won’t outrun millions of them.
PS: it’s rain, not urine or sulphuric acid.
Elsewhere, the bastards from the Sunshine Cafe keep rubbing it in our wet faces.
Tonight, I had the East Pier to myself.
Which was nice.
Because I was the only lunatic to venture into the bitterly cold horizontal rain.
Which wasn’t nice.
I’m off for a week!!!
And things immediately look brighter.