The streets of Santa Marta

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It is a fact of life here that some days when I leave the hostel to go anywhere, I pass kids on the streets who are smoking crack or ice. A local tells me that it is something a little different el ninos take, but just as potent and addictive. These kids are around ten years old – smokin’ the pipe. Then they scurry wide eyed and manic, hustling and begging, snatching and selling around the dark, dodgy [Read more...]

The Sober Paddy on tour – Written Blog Numero Uno

Caracas

Caracas. If you google it they tell you be careful of being kidnapped, mugged, car jacked or murdered. I am always careful to not get murdered. Fuck I watched enough Sopranos and Sons of Anarchy to know the good guys from the bad guys. I know how to handle myself. I did 6 months karate and 3 months boxing. I smashed a few noses in my time. If some wiseguy Samerican Gangsta wants trouble he’s messing with the wrong curly haired Irish man. [Read more...]

Hiding away from blogging because….

Squashed apartment

First there was the virus. It has ravaged me little website. It keeps coming back. It’s like a drunken bum that hangs around the back of a pub, sniffing the warm scent of stale beer buried in the plastic bins. It stays active, pumps itself full of virus steroids, and gets back into the Sober Paddy central nervous system. Then it kicks the shit out of it. Pummels it with leather clogs across the cranium. It spews into it’s bowels [Read more...]

Probelms with Sober Paddy

Virus Doctor

This Post is just to let people know that I am experiencing problems with the website. Not the sober part of it. But the flipping pain in the ass virus that keeps infecting it. Not sure how these things work. It just seems to keep coming back. So if you are reading this and have not been redirected to the Russian porn then great. The porn is not that spectacular by the way. So I am working on trying to fix all the little problems I am having. This is why there have been no posts for the last week. I apologise. But there [Read more...]

Dead Drunk

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I have taken up the art of reading books again. Well, when I say reading books, I mean downloading books onto my kindle and ingesting them that way. Before I got my hands on a kindle I thought there was no way I would be the ponce who went around with one. But the books are cheaper. You can carry as many as you want. You can buy them whenever you want. I really think they are an awesome creation. If you haven’t  [Read more...]

So Over It

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I spend the days like this – In torpor. Torpor is when your brain is glue, your words are mud, your legs feel like slushy plop and your emotions are a bag of second hand sandals. I feel like a mango that has been smuggled down the top of an octogenarian slut, who has no chicken fillets left to fill her off-white brassier. I might as well play bingo in a hall, on my own, with a packet of monster munch [Read more...]