Back in LA-wahey wuu huu! Mighty quick trip back to Ireland. Nice if it was longer but what can you duu? I came. I kissed. I conquered. Castles. Stones. Mead. The whole shebang. Weddings. Whistles. Wallops. Some hoot. Even had the odd owl. Speeches. Stand-up. Sheep. Good bit to catch up on in the old blogaruu. Need a day or two to let it percolate in my brain. Until then, how about an article I wrote for a Sunday newspaper this week. Life of a Chancer. Read. On. Continue Reading »
Short and sweet. First of all, remember I gibbered on before about free books for all? Well. How about some ebooks for some?! Simply Facebook status or tweet this simple tweet to be in for a chance to win. Leave a comment to say you’ve done it! I’ll horse out five or ten free Randumb ebooks to readers or tweeters…
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Or if you prefer to support the cause and buy it, you can do so here and there. Also. Here’s the article about me in the Sunday Independent this weekend. Some reactions to the article before you read: Continue Reading »
Last Friday I had an early morning interview with the Sunday Independent (Irish newspaper). Feature of some sort. Not too sure what it was for. Either way. Mighty stuff. Good to go. Wake up. Answer the phone. How’s it going. First question. Only question. Eh. Balls. I don’t know the answer. Time to ramble on. Hour later. Get off the phone. Figure out I did know the answer. And it was such an easy question: Describe your typical day? Well. Now. Ha. Eh. I don’t know…
Morning – Woke up. Did an early morning newspaper interview.
Day time – Planned a stand-up tour. Wrote some of book two. And. Duu.
Night time – DJigged the night away. New venue. Better every week. Dance. On!
Oh What A Feeling...
Morning – Ate lots of porridge. Drank bowls of tea.
Did you know… Book two is in full flow? Well. Maybe not full flow as in I’m gushing. But full flow as in I’m beyond leaking. No looking back. Not sure why I got so hung up on the flow metaphor. Not even that time of the month. Oh Jesus.
Did you know… DJigging is fully in full flow? Flow on! All sorts of gigs. Thursday in a castle. Friday in what can probably be described best as an empty room. Saturday in what can only be described as a bar full of people going absolutely miiiiintal! And Sunday in a pub full of lesbians. All sorts of flow. Go money go!
Did you know… Surrounded by 100 lesbians sounds better than it actually is?
And What Else... ?
Did you know… People actually come up while DJing and sincerely say ‘Music is my religion. This is my church. Can you play me the new Britney song…’? Would that make Britney your God? Your priest? And are you of the Moron fate?