I am an Irish poet living in Australia for now - I love jam on cheese, sand in my undies, smelling the sweat of my loins, hearing the sound two birds mating. I am a paradoxical oxymoron, a cunning linguist, an obvious feicer, a stab in the dark. I have drunk myself dry and run myself ragged. I am as catchy as a fist in the groin. I am here to fill you with my thoughts and stories. I have recently, after a long wild enjoyable rollercoaster, given up drinking. If you ever have the inclination to do the same then read more or contact me. If all else fails, you better try something different. I am the Sober Paddy
Good news, I have for you 15 pages of pure bliss in the form of sober ramblings called...
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Top 10 Tips on How to Stay Sober and Not Come Across Like A Sanctimonious Twat
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ahhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! dats all so funny man!! John cantius crazy leonard : )
ps..its great to hear them stories again..I look forward to hearin stories from you in person sooooon xx
Sober Paddy, for your body’s sake Im glad you gave up boozing. Sounds like you were a wild young fella. I think you should attend circus school so you can do a back flip next time. Go on ye cheeky monkey! Good luck to ye.
Jimmy R.
Thank you Mr Rimmer
Giving up the booze has indeed extended my sojourn here on the earth. For this I am grateful
SP
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I look forward to yappin to you when I do see you again and we shall laugh our proverbials off
SP
I don’t think your giving yourself enough credit – i’ve seen you nail that back flip a few times – a thing of beauty it was too!!