Extraordinary….

Lyrics make me a little emotional. Listen, read and understand….

What I have is nothing to my name
No property to speak of
And no trophy for my game
Intangible and worthless
My assets on the page
My coffers are empty
Any offer of safety has faded away
But what I have
What I have is

On an ordinary day
The extraordinary way
You take what I can give and you treasure it
On an ordinary day
The extraordinary way
You turn to me and say, I believe in this

That makes me lucky
God, I'm lucky, so much luckier than I ever thought I'd be
'Cause what I have (what I have)
Means so very little to this world
A promise that I kept and a bridge that I saved before it burned
The sacrifice that I made
Brought me to my knees
A choice that cost me everything and set somebody else free
But what I have
Is the value that you see in these things

On an ordinary day
The extraordinary way
You take what I can give and you treasure it
On an ordinary day
The extraordinary way
You turn to me and say, I believe in this

And every time I forget those things you bring them right back to me

With your patience
When I'm blinding mad
And your passion
When I'm really, really bad
And your eyes
Taking in everything I am
And your body and soul and the way that you know
How I treasure you

On an ordinary day
The extraordinary way
You take what I can give and you treasure it
On an ordinary day
The extraordinary way
You turn to me and say, I believe in this

Ireland Votes… again

Easy choice.

Vote “Yes” and march towards serfdom and foreign rule.

Vote “No” and be free.

 

What’s difficult about that?

A happy bunny….

Oh yes.

More Odd Sayings : Girlfriend Edition!

Yes, and no I was not snoring.

But she said, and I quote, “If you don’t stop snoring then I’m going to have to stab you….”

Then I woke up and said “No, don’t stab me. I’m not snoring”

“So, you snore when you are awake then?”

Which, obviously, I don’t do either.

Women, never will understand them…..

Extraordinary Way…

A lovely trance track for my Clar Ni Broin….

 

Lovely stuff!

And very lovely ladies too…. but they only give a slight hint at my Clare’s true beauty. That which I am the only one to behold.

Their makeup reminds me of what Clare wears. She looks fantastic, ever so sexy and voluptuous. All the time.

I am the most lucky person ever to have somebody like Clare to love me as I love her. She is the first thing I think of when I sleep, and the first thing I think of when I awake in the morning.

Clare, I love you.

Always. And forever.

And the day after that too.

Something from the 90s…

Something I used to love, from 808 State:

The Beauty Has Come.

Just like my gorgeously wonderful Clare…….

Sad Blog Post

Oh how sad is this:

Just been to my local Sainsbury’s Local store and picked up 12 Bernard Mathews Chicken Escalopes for a fiver.

Bloody bargain that is.

So, guess what I’m eating next week!!!?????

London Votes…

And guess what the ballot box looked like?

Yep, the bin.

Quite apt, really.

At least the loathsome Ken didn’t get in.

Clar ni Broin…

Every time I close my eyes… I see your face.

Going to be lonely for a while. Your night shifts are bad.

Hugs on Friday and Saturday night before you go to work.

And Sunday and Monday together again…..

 

Love you, my beautiful Irish rose. More than words can say. Holding you is like holding heaven….

Ireland FU Referendum

Have a look at these things, before you vote:

Doesn’t answer the question

And a rather interesting bit of threatening parody:

 

Vote yes or we fuck you up your arse, you simple fools!

How much contempt can you take before you say NO. And tell these scumbags to go fuck themselves? Seriously?

Please, Ireland. Please please vote NO.