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...]

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...]

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...]

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...]