Has moved in with me. Partly he’s not getting on with his mum. Partly he’s worried about me.
This is my favourite picture of him so far. Taken years ago on a beach on Achill, the coat is mine, the cap ill advised but he loved it. He was maybe 7.
People, places PR, prattle
My friend Mick tells me off for arguing with idiots on the Internet instead of doing something productive. He’s right of course. But I tell him I do it to distract me while I’m doing the stuff that pays the bills. And I’m right too. Arguing with idiots used to be difficult not so long ago. Now it’s easy. The Internet puts us together because we all have points of intersection in the great Venn diagram it creates. So we can see first hand how they poison themselves and the rest of us.
So maybe I should just be happy with what I’ve got. Which is a lot.
Playing on my random internal jukebox for the last 24 hours.