Sober Paddy – Page 6

The times they are a changin’

I had my first speaking engagement during the week. It’s true. I spoke with my wife about the life we have had for the last few years. I basically spent over an hour big noting myself. It was great. I got a serious buzz from it.

The Metaphor of Incontinence

I dream of a day in the future. In this day I will be balder, wrinklier and flabbier. My words will roll into each other and saliva will spill out with each vowel I wispily rasp. I will shake a shaky fist at the dandiest young kids who don’t give a fuck about old gramps. And I will have trouble keeping my guts in my intestines.

Interview With Billy Connolly

So I sit down with the wife at a café in a small seaside town called Tulum in Mexico. The café is nice and busy with a band playing local music. We sit down looking out to the street. A high globe of sun pours its heat onto planet Earth. I order a coffee and a juice.

As I look around an old wild looking American man I had said hello to earlier walks past. He is wearing short

Jesus. Bloggers. What a shower we are. With our daily, weekly or otherwise challenges. Point to note: no one gives a monkeys what you do! All these proclamations of this, that and the other. Read the news – no one cares!

Except for the fans of course. And the people who want to be bloggers. And your mother, if she remembers you still have the blog.

So my challenge this year is to write once a week for Sober Paddy, twice a week for Five Point Five and some guest blogs for other sites thrown in. On top of that there is the book I am working on which requires 3,000 words per week. Ahem.