Irishman Abroad

My beautiful dog died 3 weeks ago, 4½ years old.

Why do I bother.

I do apologise, but there is so little going on in my life that I’ve decided that Island Blogging is not for me. So this is my final blog.

So there you go, riveting wasn’t it. And when some sad bastard comes up to you and engages you in stupefyingly boring conversation, it will probably be me. If only I had the balls to go up to someone and engage them with some stupefyingly boring conversation. I haven’t. Good job I’ve got the dog, what he has to put with. But, hey, there you go.

So that was Christmas, New Year and I’ve had a birthday.

Fan-bloody-tastic.

What will the new year bring, more of the same crap? Who knows. My dear old Dad used to say, “No matter how bad things get, they can always get worse”.

When I sit down and analyse it, there is nothing much wrong with my life, so why the face like a Lurgan spade.

Beats me.

Perhaps I’m just one of life’s miserable sods. Cup being half empty rather than half full and all that nonsense.

But enough of such things. My dog is happy, well and fit. So all’s right with the (my) world……

I’ve just crossed over from the dark side, left my previous blogs on the BBC IB website, they can do with them what they will.

I’ve decided that from now on, my blogs, few that they are, will be darker in tone, to reflect my mood, my reality, perhaps my personality, there will be no rants, no provocative statements, just the miserable lamentations of someone going slowly out of his mind.

Christmas…..

Miracle on 34th Street was on telly yesterday, the original 1947 version. The central character, Kris Kringle (AKA Santa Claus) was lamenting that Christmas had become too commercial.

Can’t say I’ve noticed myself. I’ve bought no presents, bought no cards, the Comhairle haven’t put up any lights this year (perhaps they’ve run out of money decking out Stornoway judging by the pictures in the Gazette).

So Christmas Day, I’ll get up, have a cup of tea, walk the dog, chill out in front of the telly and eat and drink myself silly.

Don’t you just love it.