Sober Paddy

Old me and new me

When I was younger I drank a lot of booze. I drank it at weekends to enjoy life. I drank it during the week to cure the feeling inside me. I drank it with friends to bond and have merriment. I drank so I could chat up women. I drank to get closer to people. I drank so as to confide in people and people to confide in me. I drank to celebrate and I drank when things went bad. I drank and drank and drank.

A lot of people didn’t think I had a problem. Other people were sure that I did. Others thought I had a problem, but that this was an innate part of my personality.

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At the Top of a Volcano in Nicaragua

After my last blog about excuses, I suppose it would be a bit rich to list some now as to why it has been 3 weeks since my last blog!? I have been moving from Nicaragua through Honduras and over to the Carribean where I am now staying on an Island called Utila – tropical …

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Excuses excuses

It is all too easy to blame other things for your failures in life. These other things maybe your inept teacher, your cruel mother or your cheating lover. You can pick out a thousand reasons why you just didn’t quite do what you wanted to do…I had no money, I wasn’t educated or I am too god damned ugly. There are pubs filled around the world with drunks blithering to drunks about how they could have done what they were meant to have done, if only a few things were different.

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Contemplating a Margarita in Panama

The Sober Paddy is in a fine port in Panama contemplating the Margarita his wife has bought and has not yet finished. Do you think he should have one, for old times sake?    

The Machete

The Sober Paddy has been hiding out in the Costa Rican jungle for the last week or so. Been saving the turtles would you believe. Sure what else would you be doing of a week in july. Here is a quick little taster of some of the real work I was doing. I bought this …

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What does it mean to be Irish these days?

What does it mean to be Irish these days?

I was talking with my wife about the response to my letter to Roy Keane. She was overcome with the passion which people show about the subject of Irish support. I have to admit I knew how we feel about our green culture – we are very proud and very staunch about who and what we are.

She asked me why was it then, that there was not more outcry from such passionate people against the government and the banks?

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