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Local radio has alot to answer for. I'll go back to the start though. Some time ago, in an effort not to suffer from VPL , I headed to, the one and only, M&S for the multipack of briefs. Briefs is a wholly inappropriate word for what came out of the packet. I had mistakenly thought "full briefs" were just a longer knicker....oh not, they were longer, wider, higher, bigger and more monstrous than any previously everyday knickers. Now, you cannot return knickers, understandably, and as someone who hates waste, I decided to suffer and and wear them, so as not to waste my hard earned money. This was not too difficult for me as boy they were comfortable, there was not chance of a VPL and NO chance of bedroom activity...these babies could wreck the libido of even the most randy ! I wore them for work and medical appointments, until the static in them one day nearly electrocuted me and I decided the time had come to make a purchase. Off I headed, back to M&S, and decide

I woke Sunday morning having, sensibly and maturely , abstained from too much Prosecco the night before at my Police Academy premier. In the knowledge I had been less than present at home for the previous 3 days, I bounced out of bed, showered and joined the boys at mass. I suppose it could be seen as method acting for my religious part...I am sooo Daniel Day Lewis ! After a quick visit to my mother in law (MIL), so as to confirm to her I actually exist and not just the social butterfly she believes me to be, and secretly loves me for ( it's quite a secret!), I took a lift from The Shoe Queen to the local hostelry for our filming of Sister Act. The gang all arrived, giggly, excited and nervous in equal measure. From early on there was a healthy amount of banter between the religious and the gangsters, old nuns and young nuns, the Reverend Mother and the Monsignor (yes, there was definitely some on screen chemistry between us ) Sister Mary Clarence (our Whoopi) and her beautiful

Police Academy.....where do I start ! Having enthusiastically agreed to join the Mad One, The Spud Farmer and the Hightower Honey Monster for auditions and rehearsals, I happily met my fellow actors, some of whom I knew intimately ( ahem !) and some I hoped to get to know intimately ! We were asked as a cast to pick a movie so our male dominated group suggested Rocky 1, Rocky 2, Rocky 3 or as a fair alternative Creed ! The fabulous women, Chief Dympna, Lisa Tackleberry , Curvy Karen Corbally and Darling Dolores Hooks made a few, more diverse suggestions and after about 25 Whatsapp polls Police Academy was chosen as the best of a bad lot...or so we thought...turns out it was genius ! Energetic Enda Dopeland agreed to join us, Bogger Barbara was also in and I met the lovely Mahoney O'Brien, Leeside Ted Harris, Spanish George Mc Coy and Adrian Blankes. For some unknown reason T.W.I.N.C felt I should be cast as Lieutenant Callahan....now what resemblance I have to a loud, bossy, big

My blog is 10 years old since the 29th of October !!! I am amazed, delighted and surprised....and I am back !!! Yes, I have been absent but am back at a beautiful new writing desk, which I hope will inspire many blogs to come. Sooooo, what have I been up to ? Just in case you think I have failed you as readers with my infrequent posts, I thought I might return by giving you a flavour of what the past 2 months alone have involved and maybe, just maybe you might forgive me for my being AWOL. Earlier this year, I happily volunteered to be on the organising committee of my professions ( not what you might think !) national conference. I put November 8th and 9th in my diary, happy there was no conflict in my schedule.In the summer The Mad One asked if I would join my old Strictly buddies in a nearby GAA clubs Oscars event. I immediately agreed as the football season would be coming to an end so my taxi duties would ease and I love a bit of fun. The night of November 9th was the red carpet n

D Day had finally come. Having loved, lost and lamented numerous kittens over the years, I knew I needed to put a stop to production before we were over run with inbred mutant cats. The lovely Socky and Flowerpot were booked in to be neutered in the vets yesterday morning, with instruction to have them fasting from 9.00pm the night before. This was where the fun started. I had a cunning plan to let the two outdoor cats into the kitchen for some food, shut the door behind them, place a litter tray beside them and leave them in the kitchen overnight, ensuring their capture and fasting. GASP was having none of it. He reckoned they should be kept overnight in the shed declaring they would , without doubt, defecate in the house. " How dare you !" I exclaimed...my pussies are toilet trained and there is no way I can catch them in the morning in the shed. I declared that they were categorically staying in the house and GASP stated categorically they had to go into the utility room

It has been a week of reminiscing ! 20 years ago on May 29th I advised GASP he was dating me and decided I would marry him ! GASP ( Gorgeous, Adorable, Suffering and Patient) arrived innocently to a 29th birthday party No Longer Single and I held in our home at that time, a gate lodge of Slane Castle no less ! On New Years Eve that year we had committed to finding husbands and our 29th party happily coincided with my plan. GASP didn't stand a chance. I had met him on St Stephen's night for the first time, we were both sick early in the New Year ( him flu, me pneumonia) and by about Easter I had set my sights on him. I invited him , along with his two friends, to the party, and when he arrived with a bottle of Dry Martini ( my chosen tipple in the 90's) , a bottle of Chablis ( yes!) and a very large box of Milk Tray I knew I had chosen well. He was , apparently , completely unaware of my intentions ,being totally blind to me advances, and on arrival at the party remarked the