Today is the Day

Ah the New Year. It comes around so soon….so many memories from the last and dreams for the current. What will happen? Who will win? How will I do? It is impossible to know the future, but you can prepare for success. And shit loads of it.

I saw a recent comment here and some guy said..” this all sounds too much like some ‘life coachery’ stuff which makes me cringe , ( just some thaughts ,fly on the wall stuff , )”.

I freakin’ cringed myself reading that. Is that what I had become? Over the course of 4 years writing here I have shocked, thrilled, disappointed, inspired, saddened, bored and amused – but I never thought someone would take me for a “life coachery” type of guy.

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Booze – we’re better off just being friends

I work in a pub. It might seem strange, but it gives me a good fix of that social world without having to get pissed. The problem is that everyone else is getting drunk. There is nobody there for the good of their health. They are there to meet some very basic requirements – companionship and booze. This is a very solid part of peoples day to day life. It smoothes over the edges and makes problems disappear. The interaction between friends who are merry is a joy to behold. I do feel that serious deadly sin “Envy” when I see people out on the beer enjoying themselves. It makes me remember the good old days….

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I chat here about how I am “feeling” – a very important part of the modern mans existence – What about that curl in the centre of my mallet?

Porn, passion and porter

The Irish man is a puzzling creature. We baffle people sometimes. We confuse ourselves most of the time. We love to have a laugh at our own expense or anyone else’s for that matter. We have a wild streak which is natural and honest. We take life relatively easily and carefree. As a Paddy with a piss potation problem, I know how we love to celebrate everything with booze. We love to lacquer the various trimmings of life with gallons of intoxicating liqueurs. Sure our Taoiseach (Prime Minister) is a booze hound of Boris Yeltsin proportions.

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India, Dublin and the Roosters..with a little bit of booze.

It is not the first time for me to give up drinking. I find myself in the similar position to many smokers over the years – it’s not a problem giving up, it’s staying off the cigarette that’s the stickler. I have tried it in my halcyon days around the turn of the millennium. It wasn’t too difficult as I substituted drink with pills, nicotine and caffeine

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Pain in my ring

I have a pain in my ring. I suppose it could be construed as frustration. I am out of sorts and I can’t really put my finger on it. Well, that’s a bit of a porkie pie, I am angry at a few things. In the past at this stage I would be in the boozer telling all and sundry what I felt. But I won’t give myself the chance to get pissed. So I just try to deal with things as best I can and move on. So what’s eating the Sober Paddy?

The first is

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