When I was goin’ over the Cork and Kerry mountains… Shit, I can’t even read those words anymore. Advertisements
I am fairly desensitised as a human being. I lost most of the feeling in my arse after my epidural. I can cheerfully skull ALL THE VODKA and still engage in semi-reasoned discourse. Since watching all seven and a half thousand episodes of Game of Thrones, I’m fairly certain that if every female customer at… Read More My arse: I can’t feel it, but neither can you.
My long time Idol and D2 Boyfriend Sir Nicholas of Rhodes said in an interview many moons ago that jealousy is a negative emotion that eats you up inside. I’m obviously paraphrasing because: I was about 9 and knew nothing of the concept of true jealousy beyond the fact that my friend’s dad worked on… Read More I was sitting by myself with my collar up, a tear in my eye and an ache in my heart. And my Converse on.
I’ve written a lot about my mental state over the years. I’m not bi-polar or owt, but regularly fall victim to All The Feelings. And sometimes, like today, it leaves me in a big ol’ confused several-pairs-of-headphones-at-the-bottom-of-a-handbag tangled fucking mess.
Being, as I am, both lazy AND opportunistic, I am not the sort of person who sits patiently at a keyboard F5-ing furiously to bag tickets for ‘things’, preferring to live hopefully and vicariously through the luck of others, deftly side-lining obstacles and taking the hit on missing out entirely. In another life I would… Read More Pistol fingers and prosecco in the pissing rain…