Monday, February 08, 2010
There was cake
Yes it should read Mabel
The birthday girl shares a joke with Senator David Norris.
On Saturday we were invited to a very special birthday party.
Mabel had achieved the ripe old age of 100 ! Born in 1910 she lived through the civil war, two world wars and saw more changes in her long life.
She got a letter from the President and a cheque.
Funny thing is that you could never call Mabel old, not really.
She cooks and cleans for herself, she lives on her own and she keeps me up to speed with the news.The only thing she cannot do in the last while is shopping, she gives me a list and is delighted when I find her special offers. She is as sharp as a tack really.
Here's to the next century, her mum lived to be 103.
A funny thing happened to me the other night.
I was hailed down on Baggott St by a tall girl with a white jacket. She hopped in and off we went. As it was early to be going home I asked why she was going home or had she just finished work.
This proved to be the opening for a great trip.
Well she had fled from a blind date !, the guy was a geek of the worst kind.
This opened up a great conversation about what attracts one person to another.
Did you ever notice how guys of 6'3" are attracted to girls of 5'3".
Or really clever girls marry complete dunces.
The better looking the girl the uglier the spouse, look at Wayne Rooney then look at Coleen, and she doesn't even play football.
Or take that guy Bernie Eccelstone who ran F1, what brought them together, though now parted.
In the south of France a few years ago I saw scores of young girls on the arms of men in their 60s and 70s...Now what could attract them to each other, I wonder?
When she said that she was a receptionist in a plastic surgery clinic the conversation moved to a much higher plain..I had had a fright in my local supermarket when a woman turned around in front of me and her whole face was a complete mess, big swollen lips and her skin was all pulled tight over her skull.
She looked like she had been stung by wasps and had taken a bad reaction...Not good.She was shocked herself because we both jumped back startled.
She by my expression and me by her ghastly mask.
I don't know how anyone could do that to themselves.
I must confess I got such a shock that I did not look down at her chest, probably just as well.
So before we arrived back at my customers house she said that she would buy coal and briquettes and light a nice fire.
I have been thinking how it is so much by random that we meet the right person, another time perhaps we would have made each other perfectly miserable.
But that night I had a great time.
I told her of a plastic surgeon I had in the car once who hated the boob jobs but I told him of a charity who wanted someone to do plastic surgery in India with the burned brides, a tragic situation where the husband throws the paraffin lamp on his sleeping wife to kill her, sometimes she lives but is disfigured.
So now he works with cleft pallets an skin grafts..
Then the gets well paid for giving western women bigger boobs.
Now everyone is happy.
Sometimes you need a middle man (or woman)
Things picked up for the weekend, the rugby created a buzz, but I had to finish early both nights, There was dense fog around Portmarnock on Saturday night and I had to stop on the way home when it was safe, and sleep for 20 mins just so I could drive home.
You know, that is a very dangerous practice.
We shouldn't have to work so hard.
This is for those of you who don't live in Ireland.
Des Bishop sees us for what we are..
Just as Des mentions Coke...Remember Katie French who died from coke.
A beautiful girl, or am I wrong. Still an awful waste.