Archive for August, 2009


Today’s rant!

9 sleeps to Electric Picnic!

I am both excited and nervous! I am a festival virgin at the age of 25! Tragic I know!

I am known to be  bit of  a princess! I don’t do tents! I don’t do being wet! I don’t last long without washed hair! So this is going to be a challenge for me..a fun one I hope!

One major stumbling block…wellies! Because I presume it’ll rain!

Gents this won’t be an issue for ye and ye’re scrawny hairy legs! However, for the lady with the larger calf muscle (its not fat its because my legs are compact!!) buying wellies is worse than buying a DD cup bra that fits!

I have been on the hunt for some time to get wellies that won’t give me sausage legs or wellie ring rash! No such luck unless I spent 50.0o pound online (for something I am going to get muddy-eh don’t think so!)

I’m not even fat…just short and need to be stretched!

This is what I was considering!


But bet I’ll still get wet socks!

In stepped Ben from with a pair of cream Animal wellies!

Pressure is on Ben…if they don’t fit there will be tears! 😉

Will keep ye posted…


My Gogs

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Today would have been my Gog’s 77th birthday!

My Gog’s was my only grandad I knew and the only man I have known longer than my Dad. He is called Gogs, abbreviated from Gogady as when I was a baby (the 1st Grandchild) I couldn’t pronounce Grandad! In West Kerry where he used to come on his holidays to visit us he was always known as Gogs (almost more than Paul!)

Here’s few bits bout the man himself

He made the best sweet and sour sauce

He lied when he had Open Heart Surgery so my Nana and Mom would fly to Oz that day…and lied over the phone for a further six weeks

He brought us to the model train in Malahide one summer and I remember that really well

He was the image of Rolf Harris

He used to iron our underwear and melt the elastic

He made yummy potato cakes

He used to call me portly

He never mastered texting but tried many times

He ucould never pronounce Optometrist!

He loved Guinness

He used to keep the last Turkish Delight for me

He made his very own “Sliderobes”

He once called the Spice Girls “The Spice Burgers”

He couldn’t spell

He survived cancer almost 4 decades ago against all the odds

He is responsible for passing on large legs and hint of ginge to me

He made me and my sisters triple bunk beds that we still sleep in

He hung doors in the Royal Eye and Ear Hospital or so he told me

He could sing and once when he did at party and his false teeth fell out

He used to sing songs with our names in them

He was a plumber and continued to work into his 75th year

He would often say “Slán a chailín” in a Dublin accent when I left the house

Today he would have been 77.

The last birthday we celebrated with him was his 75th, just weeks after he was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. I was there with my Nana the day the doctor said they found a tumour. He laughed when I cried and told me not to write him off yet! He went through all the treatment they advised and fought the cancer with all he had. This time cancer won on February 20th 2008. He passed away peacefully in St Francis Hospice Raheny. I am lucky that the last time I saw him conscious was one of his better days 5 days before he died. He wasn’t in pain and sat upright in his bed chatting. I am grateful for that last evening together…although our conversation did centre on my recent break up!

I was very lucky to have had almost 24 years with my Gogs. I and all the family miss him so much and think about him all the time!

I would like to thank St Francis Hospice for the care they gave him towards the end and the compassion they showed us at the end.

So Happy Birthday Gogs…have a Paddy and a pint on us xxx


Update on the Lion Cub!

Hi again,

Yes I am still alive and will get back on the blog wagon soon (have few post ideas!). Been crazy few weeks with a 50th party for me Mammy (@kala59) and a hectic bank holiday weekend when we hammered the boys in blue…best hangover cure ever in the Upper Canal!

But here is an update on the cute little puppy my Mammy adopted for a year (see previous post!)

Not so little anymore…but still a little heartbreaker!

Pop back soon!


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