good times never seemed so good

getting the hang of this "picture" thing just as it seems to be going out of fashion. well that's an improvement. i normally get the hang of things just as they come back into fashion.

much excitement this evening! went to watch brighton play northern ireland. well fulham actually but they are gradually bringing lawrie's green and white army on board. split loyalties! i like the seagulls and they played well promising hope for the coming season. but i really wanted to see the boys in green playing in white. i even brought my norn iron shirt (last worn in underarm, underarm copenhagen) to the game; carefully concealed in a lakeland carrier bag - that's how proud i am to wear the colours.

anyway! learning from my ignominious and groveling remarks to mr eubank [see earlier] i decided to be more courteous towards mr sanchez. having attracted the great man’s attention by brandishing my green cloth and scribbling nonchalently in the air (similar to the action used to attract a waiter's attention in a restaurant) i told him he "should be proud of what he had done for northern ireland football" and wished him and his team well in the coming season. he smiled benignly and graciously, probably fearing assault by an imbecile wielding an indelible marker pen. friendly fire i think it's called. if truth be told he was charming and went on to sign my shirt and programmes left, right and centre for folk around.

hence the picture. i know it's sad but i'm happy.

eureka

well! this is it! was it worth it? the result of several gallons of water, many renditions of leonard cohen favourites and much love and attention. one, yes one, strawberry - but a very nice one. invited the neighbours around to share a fruit cocktail but couldn’t help feeling they went away disappointed.

what's in a name?

another quiet month in worthing. unseasonable weather and events in hibernia conspired to numb my funny-bone. is it better to celebrate a life [too] well lived or mourn wasted opportunities. i don’t know but, as mr cash said, "i still miss someone".

back to thoughts about the real world. remember the strawberries? i promised never to mention them again but i must. they were crap. they looked like albino haemorrhoids and tasted like….well i didn’t dare taste them. might never speak to peter again. my mates had great success. all down to a lack of sun apparently. perhaps it really does only shine on the righteous?


you may also recall that i made fun of place names in eire a few weeks ago. well it’s no better up north. ballinamallard (why not remove it?), lack (only a useful place name for limericks), gillygooley (a limerick in itself) and so it goes on. don’t get me wrong, i love the place . indeed nigel will soon have lawrie’s army strutting their stuff on the world stage again.

getting into summer sports. very disappointed that the slovakian girl is out of wombleton. i miss those legs. but darren has nice legs too and he will soon be crazily carving his way round carnoustie (do all the celts go in for funny names?). the sharks have lost their teeth and are playing like a shoal of suckers.

off to see thespians soon in london and edinburgh so more later, when the sun comes out…..but then it might be a long wait