Overdose of Christmas and give it up for Lent

Today is Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent, and for us dastardly papes is means not eating any meat other than fish. Funny how fish suppers are now much more expensive thanks to the wonderful Common Fisheries Policy *Note Sarcasm* and that the likes of County Donegal and Grimsby are suffering due to Spanish Trawlers; they even nick fish off the Canadians.

 

Rant over!

 

Yesterday was cold and wet and I had a series of First World Problems. The Turkish Barber in Cookstown appears to be closed all day on Tuesdays, so after my massage in Cookstown I drove to Magherafelt to get a haircut and shave from the Kurdish Barber there. I bought a cappuccino for the sake of having 50p loose change in Cookstown, only to find out that the 50p coin I had wasn’t accepted by the machine. In the end I put in a £1 coin and got 50p change; in the shape of 2 20p coins and 1 10p coin. Then, on the way back home, some c**t ran across the road from a filling station to the shop at Ballyronan – a village on the way back – and I was already feeling pi$$ed off due to the issue with the ticket machine.

 

When I got back I meditated and feel much better again. Hopefully today will be much better. 🙂

When you’re middle class (poem)

When you’re middle class no one will fight for ya!

The wealthy enslave you

while the Pikeys talk shite to ya!

 

You feel emasculated

just like a bullock

just because you idolised Bono

instead of Ian McCulloch!

 

You find salvation in Arts Festivals

which make you feel important

with a sixty-something Post-Punk veteran

who grew up in Gorton!

 

He swears the blue streak away

like he’s from the Land of the free!

That’s what happens when you have a Jewish MP!

 

The middle class drown sorrows with Carling

instead of wife-beating Stella

because our jobs are under threat because of the Rockerfellers!

 

Too well off for ESA

but can’t afford trade missions to China!

Overqualified and underappreciated

and the mountains are for Gold miners!

 

The family silver and gold is now owned by Canada

while we can no longer have a Tim Horton’s!

Yours sincerely Tony, Teresa, David and Gordon!

 

Apple store customer from Dublin sings ‘Only our rivers run free!’

Yet I’d rather it be him than me!

Corruption in our country is just as bad as yours!

The middle class shifted behind closed doors!

July

Today is Canada Day. Bad news relating to Canadians relate to Carn-eh lowering the Interest Rates, again, and the Canadian Mining Corporation using Cyanide to extract the gold outside Gortin; wtf? But the good news relating to Canadians was Milos Raonic and Eugeine Bouchard progressing at Wimbledon.

 

On Wednesday, the Indian Entrepreneur I contacted in relation to his edible cutlery stated two things;

  1. Contact him on January 2017.
  2. He isn’t ready to import yet.

 

But 275 Rupees is slightly over £3, but at least I have a set time I can get back in contact with him again.

Yesterday’s Irish News had letters to the editor, including one from me, saying how it was gonna destroy the Union. Good, one of the reasons I voted Leave is because the Union is untenable. I favour a Nine-County Ulster Nation open to anyone with either an Irish or a British Passport; immediate overhead reduction in relation to reduced bureaucracy. 🙂

 

It feels more like November than July, welcome to Northern Ireland. 🙂

 

Tunes

 

 

 

Dawning of a new day?

I was up at 4:20 am today and did a few things before voting in the EU Referendum; I voted Leave because the EU as I see it is a lapdog of America. Hopefully this referendum won’t be rigged; though I fear it might. God willing, the right decision will be made.

 

Ireland, Northern Ireland, Wales and England all through to the last 16 of Euro 2016. Imagine that? Scotland will be pissed off even further. lol But Ireland were denied a stonewall penalty in the first half. The Romanian Referee mustn’t like Crosses since Transylvania is located there. 😀 (though Transylvanians speak Hungarian)

 

Today I am preparing for a voluntary placement. Yesterday I drove to see gran in the hospital and collected her used clothes that needed washing. Then I washed them yesterday evening and the support worker on last night is gonna put them in her tumble dryer. I have to iron a shirt today for the voluntary placement. On Tuesday I got my printer fixed; it’s still under warranty. 🙂

 

Now I have to simply do what I do every day and hope for the best. 🙂

 

Tunes:

 

 

Our Society (Prose/Sonnet I have come up with)

Our Society doesn’t give a f**k!

Our Society was brought up not to give a f**k!

Our Society is encouraged by the Government not to give a f**k!

The TV and Newspapers ensure our Society doesn’t give a f**k!

The failure of our Church Leaders makes our Society not give a f**k!

 

Why do I give a f**k?

Because I take the road less traveled!

I believe only dead fish go with the flow!

I was brought up that way!

 

Rubbish on the pavement creates dependency on the State!

Discarded cigarette packs and pizza boxes engulf our small towns!

Our weekends are spent ensuring we don’t give a f**k!

But find problems rather than solutions?

That would mean having to give a f**k!