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Ding-Dong
Posted:Dec 31, 2011 6:41 am
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2012 4:52 pm
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Ding-Dong, Ding-Dong....


Yesterday, today was tomorrow
And tomorrow, today will be yesterday
So ring out the old
Ring in the new
Ring out the old
Ring in the new

Ring out the false
Ring in the true
Ring out the old
Ring in the new

Ding-dong, ding-dong
Ding-dong, ding-dong
Ding-dong, ding-dong
Ding-dong, ding-dong

(George Harrison - New Year's Song 1974)


The great thing about Christmas and New Year's day being on a Sunday is all the days off in between and afterwards.

Well that was grand until Wednesday morning when I found myself pressing the snooze button once too often. But, by now, I gotten to like it and can lie in bed and hum along to the tune the alarm plays... how utterly annoying! And now that the short working week is over I think it must be time for another Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster (or diet cola).

Taken from the annals of The HitchHiker's Guide to the Galaxy ( thank you Douglas Adams).



Anyway, whatever you have been or are doing, hope it's something wonderful and don't drink too many Pan-Galactic Gargle Blasters, stay safe, and hope you're not seeing little green men in the morning!
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Christmas 2011 - let it be the best ever for you!
Posted:Dec 24, 2011 10:06 am
Last Updated:Feb 12, 2013 3:11 pm
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In Ireland Christmas day is like Thanksgiving, for spending time with family, and eating and drinking and enjoying company and then watching rerun of classic movies on TV.


All the shops are closed, and some for a few days afterwards, so in the run up it's important to make sure that one has adequate supplies of everything... hence the importance of the Christmas lists... essential food items, non essential food items, drinks and gifts..... so by the time that Christmas Eve comes around you tend to be surrounded by pieces of paper with lots of ticks on them....



So whether you ready or not suddenly becomes immaterial and it's time to relax and enjoy yourself, enjoy your company and laugh at the silly jokes that one finds in even the best Christmas Crackers.



So whatever you do have a great one everyone and not too much kissing under the mistletoe!
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Christmas lists and a mystery
Posted:Dec 24, 2011 10:05 am
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2013 11:53 am
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So there are still a few mysteries and curiousities left in life....

Some that require thought processes and others that defy belief....



So, while I appreciate that there is nothing that Mr. Santa Claus can do about the toilet rolls, I have included on my list, condoms for toothbrushes and gags for biros.....lol - now I wonder what's on your list.
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I think I need a bigger ticker
Posted:Dec 21, 2011 1:52 pm
Last Updated:Dec 20, 2012 2:11 pm
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Christmas 2011 Wishlist
Santa - Sleigh
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Reindeer all the way!
I think I need a bigger ticker cause...

....every time I tick an item off my list the list grows bigger.

Christmas 2011 ToDo List

1. Turkey,
2. Ham,
3. Prawn,
4. Pate,
5. Crackers,
6. Batteries,
....
..
....
998, Shampoo,
999, Toilet Paper,


I found a little bottle that said "drink me" but now the list is so large I can't see the beginning.

But, as every good actor and actress knows, "It Will Be Alright on the Night" fever is taking over (must have been the contents of the bottle I suppose). So, list or no list, does it matter?

Just have a Wonderful Christmas if that's what you celebrate and a Wonderful Holiday if not.




P.S. I've asked Santa for a French Maid to help me out on Christmas Day ...

... so watch out if you are on Santa's naughty list, but if I don't get a French Maid... well no worries... I'll just have to buy the outfit instead!

P.P.S If I can't have something in stocking, I'll have something in tights instead please Santa!
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Dancing in the dark
Posted:Dec 20, 2011 6:11 pm
Last Updated:Dec 26, 2011 1:28 pm
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And so the DJ slowed things down with a smoochy number spinning on the decks...


The lights went low and the masses separated and joined up again in couples locked in an embrace that seemed to squeeze the breath out of them. Some whispered in their partner's ear while others placed their lips together. Some ran their hands up their girls backs while some just grabbed their partners buttocks to the could feel their bodies touch against each other, and, when the DJ announced Ladies Choice, she took that moment to approach the guy she'd chosen and had eyed all night long.

Dancing in the dark was not enough, she approached her chosen partner, her eyes focused, her body tense with anticipation of the events she had orchestrated in her head. This was to be her moment, as she took him to the dance floor to introduce him to the pleasures of her flesh.



They embraced as they followed the crowd until they reached the exit to the smoking area, then slipping outside into the humid night, she knew where she was taking him.

Out of sight and far from the pulsing dance floor, she brought her lips up to his and tasted the combination of his breath and alcohol. Was it gin or vodka, it made little difference, his kiss was sweet upon her lips, she ground her body into him, feeling him hard against her pubic bone, she knew she had made the right decision, she wanted him.

He pushed her hard against the wall, she felt his body push into hers, panting hard, she undid his shirt while he undid her top and slipped her breasts from the cups of her black lace bra, cradling them in his hands, she felt the strength of his touch, her wanting increasing, if that was possible, but her panties getting wet from the grinding on her crotch.

Running her hand down his chest, she undid his jeans and slipped her hand inside, she threw back her head and, as her breasts arose, she felt his breath upon her nipples before feeling the wetness of his tongue, as it touched and teased them. She gasped as she felt the hardness between his legs, or was it when he took her nipple into his mouth, but the gasp changes to a sharp intake of breath and he sucked hard and then nibbled or her hard, now erect, nipple. As she pulled up her skirt and guided his hard tip towards her panties, pushing it against her clit through the material, he took her other breast and nipple and played with it.

Lost in the pleasure and the tension and the delicate balance between pain and erotica, she slipped her panties down far enough, ran her finger across his eye, to feel the precum before guiding his tip into her. She felt his hands upon her buttocks and then upon her thighs, she felt his tongue part her lips and tasted his breath again, her body taut, her senses heightened, she felt him lift her off the ground, and wrap her legs around him, as he sank deeper into her, his cock stretching her open, his pubic bone pushing on her clit, her juices dripping over him.

She felt his thrust deep into her, and with each thrust he seemed to go deeper, She felt his chest upon her breasts, his skin upon her nipples, his fingers now between her legs holding open her lips so that he could thrust against her balanced between the wall and his hot heaving body. Soon it was too much, she wanted it to last forever, but the excitement of his touch, the depth of his penetration was too much and when his body went taut and and shuddered, she held her head back and pushed against him, gasping for breath, tightening every muscle, she came, and as she did so she could feel a warmness running down her walls and bathing his cock which was now pulsating and she felt him ejaculate inside her.

Smiling with relief, laughing from the pleasure, they stood, holding their embrace, still inside her, she could feel a wetness run down her legs, and his as well she was sure, and bathed in their pleasures they shared another kiss their naked chests against each other, their bodies saturated from the sweat of their love making.

Somewhere in the distance the music ended, but would they straighten up their clothes and depart with only the memory, or would they meet again and share the pleasures of the flesh?
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On a night like that...
Posted:Dec 20, 2011 5:18 pm
Last Updated:Feb 4, 2013 12:34 pm
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Through a looking glass
on a night like this...
... it was too wild and wet for you to be out, too bad that you got saturated and lost and had to seek help at the castle's gate lodge.
But help was offered in the form of a hot cup of something, with herbs or some thing added and a change of clothes and a bed for the night, until the storm had passed.
The room was cold when you entered, small and bare, but with a comfortable looking single bed beside the wall and a small fire burning in the hearth.



Your head spun one way then the other, tiredness or the herbal tea had taken over and you slipped off your damp clothes and into the satin black negligee your hostess had given you. You laid your damp clothes across the chair, hoping for them to be dry by morning, and, as you blew out the candle, you felt the warmness from the fire in the hearth spread around the room.

Slipping into the bed with all the best intentions to sleep, you remained distracted by the events of the evening, mulling them over in your head. You felt a need to drink and slipped your legs from under the covers and sat upright on the side of the bed, but in the pale glow of the firelight you saw someone staring back at you, from a bed you thought was not there.[]color]

The figure looked identical to you, your twin sister it could have been, you reached your hand forward and touched her skin. You ran your hand across her bare skin above the shoulder and, as you did so, you felt something touch your shoulder. You watched, almost in horror, as the strap fell off her shoulder but you continued to watch and look, admiring even, the shape of the woman's exposed breast, the gentle curve, so delicately created, so finely tuned. Unable to resist you ran your fingernail across it's shape, following the curves and lines so delicately.



Still mesmerized, or enchanted, by the beauty, you felt the smooth pale silken skin beneath your fingers, you followed the lines until you reached the dark area around the nipple, then kneeling forward you cupped the breast and took it's nipple in your mouth. You closed your eyes to taste the slightly salty taste of skin. It seemed that you could feel her own breast being touched and sucked as well, or was it your imagination sending signals to your brain - that just as you was doing to her you would like done to yourself as well.[/color

The strap fell off the other shoulder and you ran your fingers to that nipple and rubbed it one way then the other before taking it into your mouth as well. The black negligee fell to the ground and, feeling invited, you ran your fingernail down her cleavage and on past her bellybutton towards where a wet and willing, inviting crotch was waiting. You pulled the figure on the bed nearer you, your breasts touched as you inserted two hard fingers into her, watching the expression on her face, looking to see if your actions gained approval. Your felt a tenseness build in her, she fought to hold the moment, you could feel your fingers wet with the juices of the figure sitting on the edge of the bed in front of you....

Withdrawing your fingers, the body on the bed moved closer, grinding her pubic bone against your stomach, you felt her dampness on your stomach. Your saturated hand moved upwards, touching your own breasts first and then you ran your still wet fingers the across the lips of the figure in front of you... and reaching your tongue forward you tasted the glistening lips, then pushed your tongue between them and your tongues touched together. Locked in an embrace that seemed to squeeze the breath from you, you felt then moment of her orgasm, juices running down your stomach, her crotch stretched and open, her head stretched upwards towards the ceiling, her back arched as she pushed and then released her tension onto you.

The figure on the bed arose and allowed you taste her juices before beckoning you to lie before her, naked on the bed. Kneeling down before you she lifted your legs onto her shoulders, and ran her tongue across your lips, the lips between your legs, and taking your swollen clit into her mouth she sucked hard on it, until it pulsed in anticipation, then she inserted fingers into you, pushing initially and then pumping, all the time in rhythm with her sucking. You arched your back and felt the tension build, you arched again your head thrown backwards, you grabbed your brests and pinched your nipples to keep yourself from being lost in pleasure, but it was no use at all, the pinching heightened the sensation and unable to control yourself, you came, your body pulsating, your stomach taut from straining. A long sigh of pleasure passed from your lips and the slumber you had sought came over you eventually as your body drained slowly of all it's pent up tension.

The watery sunlight slipped through the window, she glanced over at the bed beside her, maybe embarrassed by the events of the night before, but all that she could see was her own reflection in the full length mirror that lined the wall beside her bed. She laughed or rather chuckled a little, it must have been just an erotic dream she thought, how silly she felt for fearing what had happened the night before. She hurried to get dressed, it was time she was on her way, she straightened the covers on the bed, made the place tidy and went to pick up the black negligee from the floor in front of the mirror where it lay, but as she picked it up she noticed there were two of them.... puzzled, her hand reached towards the mirror, touching it gently, her memory of the night before came clearer into her head.

Looking in a mirror may be dangerous, but sometimes we must look to find ourselves.
Looking in a mirror may then be inviting, but need we be weary of what we find through the looking glass?
Sometimes it's necessary to go to the other side to explore and find ourselves!
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A celtic tale
Posted:Feb 5, 2011 3:05 pm
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2013 2:33 pm
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So this is Spring... you see, in the Celtic Calender the middle of the Winter is the Winter Solstice. Winters starts in November and therefore the 1st Februry is the start of spring. Midsummers day is the middle of June and I would not have it any other way. Although the winter Atlantic storm called Lukas, that brought hurricane force winds to Ireland overnight, heralded in the new season so it seems to me that the weather does not like to follow the Celtic seasons Calender.



Does the day follow the night or is it the other way.... again the Celts went against current convention and in their books day followed night. This gives rise to peculiar problems as "Oiche Nollag" translated from Irish to English is literally "the Night of Christmas" or "Christmas Night" which is Christmas Eve... - confused - well do not be. Halloween (Oiche Shamhna), again a Celtic Festical to mark the end of summer and the beginning of Winter took place on "the night of Samhain" (Halloween) - and, by the way, the Celts believed that on this night the dead spirits would revisit the mortal world, so huge bonfires were lit to keep away any evil spirits, turnips made into face like lanterns hung in doorways and masks were worn to hide from dead relatives and food ( and treats) given to strangers - so the evil spirits would return to their graves.

Oh the Celts had many strange traditions, I may return to some someday - but right now the have all headed off to a birthday party and peace has come at last, for a few hours anyway.

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A Tale of two lives
Posted:Dec 31, 2010 1:17 pm
Last Updated:Dec 7, 2011 5:27 pm
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I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain
I only wanted one time to see you laughing
I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain.

Prince - Purple Rain.






Now Oisin and Niamh were happy for a time, but Oisin pined for his father, his hunting companions and the world he left behind and after three years had passed Niamh conceded to his request to return one last time to the land of Erin and say farewall to his past.

Mounting the white steed, Niamh forbad him to descend from the or touch the ground on Eireann for should he do so the spell of Tir Na nOg would be lifted and "real" time would pass.

Oisin returned to the land of his birth and searched high and low for his father and the Knights of Erin and his hunting companions and his hunting dogs. He searched up and down the land calling his family, freinds and dogs by name but not a sight or sound he heard of times or people from his past - for although just three years had passed in the Land of Youth, three hundrid had passed in Ireland and Finn and the Fianna were not more and Saint Patrick had visited the land.

In a place called Glen na Smole, the Valley of the Thrushes, he came across some men trying to shift a rock that Oisin could have moved with one flick of his wrist, for gone were the great strong men of Ireland. Reaching from his to move the rock for the strugging workers, the strap attaching the saddle to the house broke and Oisin fell upon the soil of Eireann and with each passing minute he grew older by the year. The workmen gathered around and Osisn asked about his father and they explained the passing of the Fianna and the history of Ireland for the last three hundrid years.

And as the sun started setting in the West, Oisin realised his mistake in wishing to return to the past and leaving behind his fairy queen and Tir Na nOg and the land of youth and happiness for he had returned to a land where everything was changed and reality was not the same, and as the last rays of the sun disappeared behind the horizon he thought he heard the wailing of Niamh, his darling bride, the princess of the underworld, the land that will be forever known as Tir Na nOg.

I have missed my blogging and my blogging friends but sometimes I wonder if this tale of Celtic Myth and Legand could also refer to this site and seeking ethernal happiness. The last few months of reality have seen so many changes, sickness, death, stress and depression. But on the other side of the coin, the time and bonding of my family strengthened.

Wishing everyone a happy and peaceful Holiday whether spent with family or friends, surrounded by love and happiness - and a tender thought for those in sadness or in need at this time - HUGS!
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