The Irish Tales

If I were being totally honest, I would call this Third Life,(1).

Because that is how it seems at the moment. Despite my dearest wishes, I find myself unable to write anything at all that matters.

(Yes, yes, I know. I never did...right?)

I am going to trust those who have followed these scribblings so far, to understand that what follows is not a cry for help or a mea culpa in any way.

I have never pretended to be anything other than an old man who wishes to pass on the fun and games that I have enjoyed over the years.

I have been as honest as only a old, decrepit man can be in these columns and I am going to continue to be.

I have spent the entire week trying to write a column for you and failed.

Mainly because I keep coughing up blood and vomitting.

I personally find this highly amusing, given my lifestyle.

And I am not complaining.

I just would like you all to know that my silence of late is not due to indifference.

Regards,

Archie