Narc. Just in case you didn’t know. Although it might be a tad obvious. Spades shall be called. Write a blogaruu all aboot… Myself. Wrote a book all aboot… Me and my. Most of the time I live in… My head. More often than not I talk to… Myself. When I look in the mirror the first person I always look at… Me. Whose name does narc rhyme with… Mine. If ever you selfishly tell me your news, my first reaction is to think… How does or will this somehow affect me. Mull that over quickly. And then I will reply, laugh, congratulate, commiserate, dance a dance or whatever it may be. Run away screaming. Who knows. But first things first. What does it mean for me? One might call me… Narc King! Oh Jesus. Don’t blame me. Blame narcissism. Actually, no. Do blame me. All my fault. Narc on! Continue Reading »
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Got Stood Up?
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Last week I finally giddied back up on the horse. Stand up sit down one. Aboot time. One might say. She has been a while. By my reckoning a couple months shy of a year. Long enough. Day of the show. Usual gibber… Ah shur I don’t actually even like doing it (Still debatable whether or not I actually do enjoy it. On the day. Covering my back. You know. Just. In. Case). Followed by me wondering if I had enough material for my set. Followed by writing a few pages more worth of gibber. Quantity. You know. Just in case. Followed be a few cocktails to calm the nerves. Back. Good to go. Thankfully. Turns out to be a… Continue Reading »
Back On The Bus!
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Like most wagons, if you happen to fall off the blogaruu bus for too long, it can be tough to get back on. Bucket loads going on yet nothing being posted. Bad form, to be true. In my defence, a lot of country swapping, touring, whuring and jigging has been going on. In your defence, you don’t care what my excuses are. I’ll just write up a big long blogaruu once this last bit of jet lag and birthday booze has been banished from my system.
Until then, this feeble attempt will have to do. Time to paint some words. Bits from my whuring. Whured well. Lots of print and radio. TV to come. Need to get some of the bigger articles if I can. First one is a phone interview I did for a magazine (parts are actually fabricated out of the fat air but overall, compared to some other stuff made up, not too bad). Second piece is one of the first book reviews. Might set up a new book club as well. Folk are sending me photos with my muck! Send your photos in! Worm on. Giddy up. Anyways, not much, but something. Finally, I hope… Back on the bus! Continue Reading »
Win! Free! Gold!!!
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Oh Sweet Lord, this is exciting. Quite giddy. Who doesn’t like free stuff?! If you have ever wanted or asked for a free book, then here’s your chance to giddy up! Wuu duu. Complete. Compute. Competition time. 5 books to give away. Isn’t that just mighty?! Way better than something like a free car or a cruise. A book! I know, I know! Chill, calm down. Easy enough to put your name in the hat. Just a bit of copy and paste. Leave a comment below. Two ways to enter… Continue Reading »
Buy My Soul!
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Monday was a mighty day. Ridiculous. Raised the limbo of mightiness. On every level. Honestly. One of the randumbest days I’ve had ever. Buckets of fun. Buckets of no way. Buckets and buckets of funking nuts. More nuts. And then even more nuts. All fun and games. Until I got punched. In the buttock. And then in the face. Some laugh! Continue Reading »
Sabotage Hayes
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Tea. Quite the Magic potion. Like any Irish man, woman, child, ape, leprechaun, dancer, I enjoy a cup of tea. About ten times a day. Can’t beat a cup. Or spreading the word about the magical qualities of it. However, as an Irish bape/man boy in America, I am fully aware that tea bags are not as readily available as back home. Proper ones, at least. Which is why bags of tea bags are constantly smuggled over the border by little green men on a daily basis. Irish gold. All of which makes offering tea to folk in my vicinity when I go to make a cup, an entirely polite gesture. Willing, hoping, prompting them to say no. As I know what will happen. 9 times out of 10. American folk like to try new things. Mostly. So, being asked by an Irish ape if they want an Irish cup of tea, means that they will, more often than not, say yes. As if it is a little treat. If crystal meth was seen as a jovial Irish thing, I am pretty sure people would say yes just as easily. Seriously. Try it. Continue Reading »
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