I picked up a new book yesterday, two actually, but i’m returning the second. Billy Connolly’s new one, Tall Tales and wee stories. Its good. Well, 78 pages good so far.
It’s nice to just read someone shiteing on about their life. Even better if it has been a good life. He’s talking about his family, friends, and what it was like as a child. Not apologising for all the cursing that he spits out during it.
It’s something I have only recently became aware of. My love for words. Well I suppose I always had a love for words starting back as far as needing to become the singer of our teenage band. I had pages and pages of random lyrics built up. I used to just sit in my room, play a random riff and then write something to go with the riff. Quite good at it too. I might go back to my parents and go through that book. Maybe even take a few photos of some of the pages and write a few words from em here.
As an adult though, it’s something I have only become aware of. My love of words. I think since meeting herself I have tried to read more.I do remember loving the kindle before meeting her though, but within the last 3 years or so, I have defiantly gotten more excited when picking up a new book. I think I will try concentrate more on how Billy is telling his stories and tales. I might keep it in mind when writing these little snippets down, not that I will share with others but just so I get better with time so I make it more interesting for myself to read back over.
To me, Almost
everything is in black and white.
Greta Thunberg - No one is too small to make a difference.
The second of which I will be bringing back as the other half purchased this one already, is “No one is too small to make a difference, by Greta Thunberg.
This will be an interesting read. I am saying this because I can remember when I didn’t give a fuck about anything and now I can feel this change in me where I want to have a passion for other things.This book is a collection of speeches that this girl has done throughout her young life. She is an activist, a climate activist. Speaking about global warming and climate change. Extinction rebellion sprung to mind when I first seen this book in Hodges Figgis book store on Dawson street. Ya see, I take lots of photos of stickers all around Dublin, little stickers that you see on poles and walls and windows and stuff, and I seen lots that where related to "extinction rebellion”. I wasn’t sure what it was but found out it was basically a world wide march to spread the importance of climate action.
OUR HOUSE IS ON FIRE !
Is what Greta Thunberg says. Our house being Mother Earth.
My dad always says it’s all bullshit, climate change. He is always going on about back in his time it was the same thing. The news reporting that the ozone layer has a big hole in it and we need to do this and that if we want to make it to the next decade. And would you look, we are still here, despite all that has been said. I don’t think this is going to be something we will see in our generation, never mind his. The actions that Greta and extinction rebellion are talking about are actions that will elongate the life of our home. Making sure that there is still somewhere to call home for the kids of our kids of our kids. I wouldn’t have the right mind to talk about it and expand on the ideas behind all of this, but I am happy to say that I have taken the first step towards, what I believe is helping the planet and the souls that occupy it. A step that involves a life style change for me and possibly others around me.
January 2019 saw the first steps in removing animal products from my diet. Now throughout last year I have eaten my share of meat, but mostly only when It came to holidays and a little time off from life. She had this idea to try it for 3 months and I was hesitant as I love my steak RAW! but fast forward 12 months and I am 90% meat free. I had some tuna in Belfast just gone. A bit of tuna on some crackers and before that it was the good stuff in Prague and Poland like an oul beef goulash. I have my goals set on leaving the meat behind 100% and becoming fully reliant on whole based food.
So here’s to 2020 to improve on this and also read more on the words of Greta and The extinction rebellion.
I am on route to Portarlington whilst writing a majority of this. It is Friday the 3rd of January 2020.
Walking up towards Heuston station and I came across what once was the “Hooer in the sewer” and also named the “Floozie in the Jacuzzi” I love walking by this sculpture as it reminds me so much of my nanny. Ok, no my nanny was n’either a hooer or a floozie. It reminds me of her because it used to sit in the middle of Oconnel street years ago when I was a kid. Me and me Ma would always get the bus into town to meet my nanny for tea and meringue in Arnotts and this statue would be sitting there on Oconnel street after we got off the bus with the water flowing down. We would always meet my nanny on the corner of Cathal Brugha street across from the living room. There used to be a joke shop on this corner that I loved, and as far as my memory serves me, I think my nanny used to buy me something in here every-time we met.
Any way, Floozie now washes herself near the luas tracks on the way to Heuston station.
Anna Livia is a bronze monument located in Croppies Memorial Park in Dublin, Ireland. It was formerly located on O'Connell Street. Designed by the sculptor Éamonn O'Doherty, the monument was commissioned by businessman Michael Smurfit, in memory of his father, for the Dublin Millennium celebrations in 1988.
“Floozie in the Jacuzzi”
Always moving.
Im only after getting home from Belfast and already I am back on a train.
Always moving so I am being told. Cant sit still, can’t relax, can’t just take a day off. Not really a big fan of sitting at home and chilling, I get bored. I kind of like that though. I like that I prefer to keep walking if the bus is not due for another ten minutes. Like this morning when I was going to work. I had walked to Oconnel street to get the number 11 but the bus was not due for another 15 minuets or so. So instead of standing at the bus stop, I just walked over to Nassau Street in order to pass the time. Absolutely nothing wrong with this. It means I’m the opposite of lazy. It means I am continually soaking in life. People watching to the extreme. Gathering all the faces I pass and expressions I glance at. It’s good for the mind, rather than standing still. This weekend I could have stayed at home and chilled, took the time to breath, but instead I am out here in Portarlington with my sister and brother in law and his kids. We are going to have a little adventure tomorrow. I brought the camera, and I am going to make some memories and have something to write about.
Sunday will see me meeting a friend. Hopefully to book another trip for the next coming months. It is getting to the stage now where I miss the sun, so a sunny trip to Spain will be booked on Sunday over some lovely food in Kale & Coco. Yeah, I suppose I am always on the move, but so is life, constantly rotating.
Always on the move!
It’s good for the mind, rather than standing still.