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Sons de Carilhoes
My Good Self has no idea who Senor Carilhoes was. And I never met any of his sons. Be that as it may, ‘Sons de Carilhoes’ is the title of the second Grade 7 classical guitar piece that I am attempting to master. It was composed by a chap who went by the name of…
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Chess and ham salad sandwiches on brown bread
I had just finished my harmonica lesson with the Mouth Organ Maestro in The Great Music School of Ely Place. My Good Self is showing occasional signs of promise. I live in a state of constant hope. A pleasant chat with The Non Stop Woman, The Northsider, and her faithful four legged friend Mulan, followed.…
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My Dear Readers
Every scribbler needs an audience. It’s a two way street. Yes, I do accept that it is theoretically possible to scribble away to ones hearts content without any living being passing heed. Possible, but pretty pointless. So I must thank you once again, My Dear Reader, for your continued attention. Of late my musings and…
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An early start
Sleep is a necessary business. However, from time to time, My Good Self makes the bold decision to have a slightly shorter spell in the hay than would normally be the case. And so yesterday morning I strode forth into the universe at the hour of three bells and 21 mini-bells. An early start. There…
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The Monaghan Mushroom
My Good Self and The Monaghan Mushroom go back a long way. We first stumbled upon each other quite a few seasons ago at a meeting concerning The Two Spherical Objects On Either Side Of The Nose. On hearing that accountancy was his stock in trade, I knew immediately that we would have very little…
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I meant it at the time, but then…
Sunday evening just gone My Good Self was chatting with The Belgian Boy on the blower. I was telling him that I felt I had run out of ‘scribbling steam’. I was convinced of it. So what do I know? It would appear that my knowledge of my own mind runs in very close proximity…
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Return of My Good Self
It turned out to be a short break. I’m back. Addictions must be fed. Yesterday morning saw My Good Self arise from the hay around six bells. As ever, the magic boiler was the first port of call, closely followed by the scribbling pad and then, of course, the guitar. The radio had already been…
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Taking a break
Dear Reader, The day has finally arrived. My Good Self is taking a ‘time out’. I have been blogging continuously for almost six months now. I’ve loved every minute of it. Of late, however, the ‘bug’ has not been burning bright. The compulsion to write has not been as strong as it once was. Time…
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The Meaning of Life
‘What’s it all about Alfie? Is it just for the moment we live?’ The Burt Bacharach/Hal David song ‘Alfie’ is one of my favourites. It asks a question that crosses many of our minds. What’s it all about? The answer that the song gives us is love. So what happens when someone such as My…
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The Downtown Dude
I first encountered The Downtown Dude upstairs in McNeills pub, Capel Street, Dublin. We had both arrived there for a music session It turned out to be a two man gig. We chatted for a while about musical tastes and interests. He mentioned he was a Burt Bacharach fan. Enough said. We have been friends…
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