night moves

    woke lass night to da sound of thunder, how far off I sat and wondered, started hummin a song from 1962… strange how da night moves…

    small dinner party at castle askill d’udder night… jonnie sexton, gary lightbody, jay roach & suzanna hoffs, leryn franco, bristol palin, siobhan magnus, and assordid udder low-scorin rugbyers and non-essential snow patrollers…

    jonnie drank too much jager den showed off his back line… gary had his eyes, hands and heart open, den he cracked da shutters open wide to shed more flatterin light on bristol, but din’t work…

    chatted up suzanna in da panda pelt room, she pole danced for me den admitted twas a lil embarrassin bein married to dat fockers movie director, den we bangled up a bit…

    ended up in me seamaster sweet wit leryn and siobhan, playin a craic game o hide da leprechaun (shout out to me dwarf aidan for bein a good sport)…

    wrote powerful new song, “da wreck of kalliopi”, here’s a snatchet:

    There are times at sea
    When I goes inside me head
    And tinks of all da shipwrecks
    Dat leff so many dead

    Likes da Barrister & Saint Barchan
    Da Ferric and da Drake
    I hopes da men went down on dem
    Rest above for heaven sake

    recordin soon, gonna have a chorus of sixty active fishermen sing da refrain wit me… won’t be a dry eye in da studio, from da strong fish odor… dey puts da ick in ictheology…

    feel for christina aggie, fudging up da limericks at da stupid bowl, took me back to world cup 09 wen I sang “shorn” instead of “sworn”… dare were a movement for while thereafter to have dat line permanently changed to shorn, makes more sense far as I’m conshorned… hair today, gone…

    comin up on saint valiums day, many of you know tis a rough one for me, hoping to muddle tru da pain somehow, words of encouragement are always appreciated… a single tear trickles as we speak…

    me snack tip for da week: heart-shaped dark chocolate truffles, precisely seventy tree percent cacao, bathed in aged limited reserve jamesons and refined raspberry sauce, licked off da right arsecheek of nineteen year old galway pub waitress… full recipe next week…

    Seamus

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