Ideas wanted
Grandad August 20th, 2007
I have been examining my options.
Not a pretty sight, so I won’t include a photo.
What am I to do with my future?
I’m bored with work. I’m bored with retirement. I’m bored. I’m fed up.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not depressed or suicidal or anything, though I did slash my wrists yesterday. I didn’t realise it until after I’d done it [I was breaking up timber and there were splinters and blood flying everywhere].
I’d go out but it’s too f*cking wet out there. I’d go down to the village for a coffee, but it’s too f*cking cold down there.
Maybe I’ll jack it all in and become a professional blogger? The trouble is that it doesn’t pay too well [i.e. nothing]. I’d take those damned Google ads off my site, but they owe me money. As soon as they pay me, the ads are gone! They just about pay for the hosting of the site. I’d plaster ads all over the place, but then it would be like a TV programme – more ads than content, and you wouldn’t bother reading it.
Maybe the Irish Times will sack Róisín Ingle and give me her job? No. That’s not fair. She has improved a lot since I showed her the error of her ways.
What I really need is a holiday. I know we went away for a few days in June, but that’s years ago now. And it p*ssed rain then too.
This time last year, we were winding up to what turned out to be one of our best holidays ever. On the 31st of August, we went to the Dordogne in France for three weeks and it was incredible. I want to be back there. I want to have to sit indoors because it’s too hot outside. I want to sit outside a cafe and watch the French go about their business. I want to watch the sun go down in a blaze of glory, knowing that tomorrow will be another scorcher.

The trouble is that I’m skint. Broke. Penniless [or Centless?].
Is there anyone out there who would like to sponsor a holiday? Or even better – sponsor a professional blogger [because then I can travel abroad on expenses]?
Come on….
Any ideas?








