Happy Birthday

A recent celebration reminds me of the fact that I was born too poor to have a middle name, while some people had THREE names.
Your man has caused me to laugh uproariously on public transport, getting some quare looks I can tell you. He has infested my head with voices of the brother's brother and the plain people of Ireland, amongst some I could mention. I've come out in boils as big as Fin McCools elbow at the mere hint of another entry in the catechism of cliche by some gobshite politician in these hard times. (Careful now you're getting overexcited ...Ed)

Definitely a part of my life and I'm glad of it.

Sad he was such a bugger for the bottle and a pint of plain. Still, we all have our little weaknesses!