Wednesday

Tuesday 12 September: What choice do we have but to be emotionally unready?

06:50
Real smooth. Jazz piano. Yeah.
07:07
Oooh that's funky. Guitawr.
07:14
Sqeezing ya so tight we're gonna get the blues. Buddy Guy doing Five Long Years from Damn Right I Got the Blues.
07:15
Amigo Hombre.
07:22
There's a hole in my soul where no love can go.
07:28
Everybody's blues by Lightnin’ Hopkins.
09:00
1951 BORN: Bertie Ahern, AKA Bartholomew Patrick Ahern, Irish politician, Taoiseach, in Dublin
Bertie Poxface Ahern, born 1951
09:01
The bearded bus-driving billionaire who supplied the Walls to Bertie at no cost said as soon as he left the 30k in notes on Bertie’s coffee table in Drumcondra, the soon-to-be-tea shop put it in a safe place, namely, stuffing it into his anorak pockets. It turns out the Brown's Hotel next door to Gentleman Central was where he stayed the night it all began, so once again the torpid world revolves around me. Or my home location at least. Cesspool politics.
13:37
Cut and paste. Death by Jargon:
I have another meet at 4 - however Steve will attend on our side and is on point to recommence CET when box is out of SLS and content has been refreshed.
14:31
Shee. Opinions don't go down too good around here.
19:03
Teeshock in de shower dis morning:
No one ever haaaaaaaad, the bluuuuuuuuues like me. Play your guitar, play your GIT-awr. Yeah. Got the blues baaa-by.
- Where are all you gooooood time friends of mine? When I had a dollar oh you treated me so fiiine, but where are you when I only have a dime?
19:13
Bertanza's minions constantly bombard the radio/TV stations with texts demanding them lay off the sensational Bertie reports. Sure it was only a few quid in sterling. Or dollars. Or punts. For the curtains. To redecorate. And the tie back hooks, which are pricey enough. And the state semi-radio channel keeps reading them out. Not one text saying "It's a bit Del Boy, innit? With his suitcase full of spondoolicks, eh Rodders?"
19:15
Bertie, are you aware that you've been Taoiseach of Ireland for 15 years? I mean, your memory is a bit dicky. Best of your recollection, what year did you first get elected? For what constituency? Can you remember what party you lead, T-boy? Where are you from? Who's your father? Who's your mother? Where are ye working? Hah? HAH? FOOK!
19:18
In cross-examination, his ex-GF says yes, she was in St Lukes, Bertie's HQ. But she can't say what she was doing in her lingerie under the desk covered with money. Let's just say there was a lot of fundraising going on in those days.
19:20
RADIOHACK (Eating the arse off an "opposition" politician): Ah we know all that. You've all said it. Nothing has changed. The government is upset and YOU'VE DONE NOTHING TO HELP!
21:09
SCENE: Mr Wall-ee in the dock at the tribunal of inquiry into payments to politicians:
WALLEE
'Tis only a few quid sure what's the shtory, sure isn't he a great man altogether, whah?
(Winks at BERTIE, laughs gombeen style.)
Wah hah hah hah. Heee.
(Slaps his thigh. Reaches to doff his flat cap, which is not on his head because he's in the dock. Rubs his beard instead.)
TRIBUNAL JUDGE
Was your wife aware of the thirty thousand in the wardrobe?
WALLEE
Wah hah hah hah. Sure I don't know what the wife knows! She's a law unto herself. Eh heh. I'll tell ya one thing though, if she knew about the turty tousand in the suitcase, it wasn't because I told her! Wah hah hah oooooo. Maybe Sheila said something when her mouth wasn't, you know, otherwise engaged, wah hah hah hooooo.
(Winks in Bertie's direction.)
BERTIE
(Subtle wink back. Edges of mouth turn slightly in wry smile.)
TRIBUNAL JUDGE
(Looks askance at Bertie.)
BERTIE
(Winks towards him too.)
21:13
The keeping of Afro-Hibernians out of Catholo-Hibernian schools may turn out to be against equality legislation. The minister says fair enough, it might be a problem but she has been ignoring it up to now so there's no problem.
22:46
Every woman I've ever met is a basket case. Shit TV like Sex and the City just institutionalises it. What choice do we have but to be emotionally unready? Fucking none. Excuse my French.
23:51


23:59
In the washing machine of life I feel like I'm on 40. Standard wash. Two powder pills pounded up. With a little softener and using night time electricity.