To see the Paul Draper gig at King Tut’s Wah Wah Hut – the infamous musical venue in the city owned by Alan McGhee where Oasis first cut their musical teeth. Of course, Mansun also played one of their earliest gigs there. It might end up being a pilgrimage for me. 🙂
I have booked a taxi to make me from my home to Tamnamore park-and-ride to get a bus to Belfast and then wait for the substitute bus to take me to the ferry to Cairnryan. Hopefully, my previous experience with that coach has prepared me better for this forthcoming journey.
I’ll miss seeing the All-Ireland Final, though, but on reflection perhaps Tyrone’s abject performance against Dublin a fortnight ago was a blessing in disguise. Ardboe plays in the Tyrone Championship this Saturday. Ripping over the fact I’ll have to miss it. Apparently, many of the Football fields in that region are unplayable. Perhaps?
This morning I will head to Lissan House to discuss a voluntary placement there, with view of paid employment there further down the line. I seem to have made a good first impression at Friday evening whenever I met the office manager; the daughter of my art Teacher. So, all smiles there.
I am all dickied up. Though my left shoe is cutting my heel, but I intend to play through the pain. 🙂 It’s about learning to grow up and be a man, after being a howling brat as a young boy.
Yesterday was the Lama’s Fair in Ardboe and I made myself present for the first fifty-odd minutes. Good to see the kids out enjoying themselves. I was an invisible non-entity at that age.
No major incidents yesterday on the Twelfth. Perhaps that the Orange and Green benefit classes are no longer being appeased by the Government. 🙂
I just visited a relative yesterday and she mentioned her experience working for a bank. She was her own person and that worked to her advantage in the end. 🙂 Lesson for us all.
Now I can see that perhaps it’s not all bad news that the DUP and Tories are forming the new UK Government. The Unionists have had to calm down and reduce the rhetoric about bonfires. The hysteria about the racist symposium of Scott Sinclair and Bananas is now forgotten. Lest we forget, Celtic Fans threw bananas at Mark Walters whenever he played for Rangers.
Got rid of K9 Web Protection on my MacBook Pro and can now use YouTube and Behance on Mac OS X now. Yay! Also have Grammarly on Mac OS X. But I’m not sure if I’ll subscribe to Premium. You need money to make money here. The American stories of moving from living in one’s car to living prosperously don’t exist here. Perhaps our benefits system is far too safety first.
Last night I only got 3 1/2 hours sleep and ended up hearing gran say, “I’m in jail!” from her hospital bed and then watching a damp squib of a Championship Match; Derry V Tyrone. Having a foot in both camps, I was in two minds. 🙂
I have a sore throat, Lemsip is only a temporary relief. Possibly it’s time to gargle with salt water, supposed to do just as well.
But one good things was that I saw the game with an old friend at her house and she gave me lasagne. Strictly platonic, of course. 🙂
But at least I showered and dressed today, I’m not a complete washout. 🙂
Today I received a letter from the Victims and Survivors Service offering me £500 worth of reimbursements for trips, complementary therapies, etc. However, I emailed them this morning to let them know I would much prefer a cheque for £500 to keep me ticking for the time being.
Also, my Family has money lying dormant in the South. It’s a huge wrangling trying to sort it out with the Revenue Commission down South. However, my ex Landlady from Dublin is friendly with a Barrister from Dublin who may be able to help me in that situation; God willing.
Went for a walk and picked up the rubbish. No one seems to give a s**t anymore about these things. Makes me appreciate what I was taught at School.