One of the golden rules of blogging is that you must never do it when you have drink taken. Ganching says so for one. But then she would, for she has a terrible down on alcohol altogether.
So it’s funny that just the other night I sat down and wrote a very irreverent post about a visit to my Daddy’s grave whilst in my cups.
When I first got the comments that pointed to the link to Father Tony’s blog I was a bit shocked. But only because the local parish priest in Antrim is called Father Tony. Or so Matty says. I wouldn’t know. I checked it out with her and she was horrified that the priest was reading my blog. I wondered how it could have come about. Does Father Tony Devlin trawl the net for mentions? I wouldn’t be a bit surprised. Did my Cousin the Headmaster tell him about it? Everyone knows that Catholic schoolteachers and priests work closely together. Was it something to do with Ed? He’s very well-connected to the clergy and is currently, I understand, roadying for Northern Ireland Cardinals, somewhere in
I haven’t told Matty yet that Father Devlin is probably not reading this blog. She’ll be very relieved. And Father Devlin, if you are, don’t let on. Don’t be saying to Matty after Mass,
How’s Nelly keeping then? Tell her I was asking after her. It’s a quare while since I seen her at confession.
That would nearly be as bad as the time my Cousin the Businessman sidled up to me at a funeral and said, “How’s Nelly?” And it was at yet another funeral (only time I ever see my cousins these days) when The Headmaster outed himself as a blog-reader. Really. You’d wonder where they all get the time.
This post has been written in stone cold sobriety.
11 comments:
Congrats on the post of the week! How wonderful. I had a few uncles that were priest, they have since bit the dust, but I am sure they would have been blog readers. They would have loved your blog too. (they cursed, smoke and drank, which I thought was totally cool)Only cuz my mom thought it was the worse thing ever.
Count me among those that started visiting by way of Father Tony!
post of the week?..well, aren't you just the thing..good for you...i'd give it to you every week...
is that a dog taking a crap over on the right?....hahahah
I'm glued to this blog. Bet you're fun at parties.
Do you speak like you write?
tankmontreal, I'm Nelly's daughter. Yes, she is fun at parties (annoyingly so sometimes as all my friends think she's great) and yes she speaks like she writes. We live in a household fllled with laughter.
Congratulations! I say if the post about landing kettle down on your Dad's grave was induced by drink, I'm buying the next round. Blog on! And have a drop of Glenlivet for me, I'm at work and for some reason they won't let us near liquor.
Add me to your growing list of visitors thanks to Fr. Tony! Fortunately (for the rest of the world anyway) I've never actually hit the "Post" button after drunkblogging!
You know on rereading this I think I have to make something clearer. I was tipsy when I wrote the post (I often need a drink after seeing Matty) but I was quite sober when I fell in the grave.
Glenlivet? You have excellent taste evilganome.
Hannah - you're after something aren't you?
And that was probably Paddy taking his famous dump on Danny's grave. Even the dogs in our house behave inappropriately on burial grounds.
P.S. Danny was a dog too.
I'm with you for the Glenlivet...but I prefer to keep my derriere off of graves, if thaat's OK.
No-no... someone is confused. Drunken blogging is a GOOD thing. I mean obviously - see all that you got out of it? ;)
I'm following you too.....!
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