See, the trouble is that I never can think of anything at all to write about when it's timely. Come to that, I can scarcely think of anything to write about when it isn't. I went for...janey, most of my youth with people telling me I should be a writer. One sort of has to Dig Writing in order to do that, don't you think? I admire all of yez who ( Read more... )

So, in honour of last night's fun ( Read more... )

Finding yourself at a loss for how to mark St Pat's this year? I've got a suggestion: join the time-honoured tradition of spending it at Ye Olde Bull and Bush.

Sounds fantastic, who'll be playing there that night, then?

Oh, thanks very much for asking!

Playing the best in Irish jigs and reels will be Scarin' the Horses, which shall include John ( Read more... )

Bits of the last few days (and now) at random.

I lost my LJ client in the Vista upgrade; I've yet to decide whether I'm going to go and find another one.

NTIF went rather better (for me, at least), than last year. If you wish me to qualify that, then ask. Otherwise, we'll leave it at that.

Playing at Lola's on Saturday was fun. The ghost upstairs did ( Read more... )

A moment ago, there came a noise out my window as though somebody were beating a tattoo on it. There was a rhythm and a cadence - the lot. I wondered to myself whether there's a drum playing serial killer wandering about ( Read more... )

Well, both are as Irish as the other, and all are welcome here:


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You know, say what you will about frowsty ould St Pat, but his existence means that for one day out of every year, the masses will pay attention to what I do ( Read more... )

As I'm sure you've already worked out, this post has got nothing at all to do with pirates (or secretly wearing your auntie's knickers - but I digress). What it has got to do with is where you lot will be on St Pat's (that's friday, 17 March for those of you who aren't Catholic or have missed all of the paper shamrocks fluttering about ( Read more... )