Bad health. I’m something of an expert on it as you probably know. (I’m also something of a bore about it but that’s another very, very long story.) Music. It’s one of the things that keep me going. As I have mentioned before, music, positivity and relentless whinging. So today is yet another bad one. … Continue reading Yet another gig missed. Damn this bad health…
Do you know the way people in Ireland greet each other by saying something like: “Hi, how are you?” or even “Howya?” They might even treat you to the long version. “Hello. How have you been keeping?” I rarely get anything other than “Hi” or “there you are.” This is because people who know me, … Continue reading My medical team – still four short of a rugby XV
“Don’t let us get sickDon’t let us get oldDon’t let us get stupid, all right?” That’s what the great Warren Zevon said in his song Don’t Let Us Get Sick from the extraordinary Life’ll Kill Ya album. Well, I did get sick. And I did get old. And there are lots of people out there … Continue reading Sick and old and probably stupid too. But Life hasn’t killed me yet!
My brother and sister have just returned from New York. A good friend has just left for the city. Lousers. You see, New York is my favourite place on earth. But due to my various illnesses – I don’t have the space to list them all – my doctors (there are nine of them) recommend … Continue reading I miss New York – and that includes the shop assistant who thought I was cheap and smelly