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The Irish Tales,2 : Tomas and Ivor, Part One
　
　
Night is dropping swiftly over the fields around the house.
The horses are being turned out, kicking and squealing and I am bleeding from my left ear and my right arm doesn’t work so good any more.

I can still walk pretty well, but it hurts if I try and turn suddenly.

I smoke and sniff the air and listen, whilst Tomas and Jay tease each other and David thrusts his hands deeper into ...

My speech goes down very well indeed, as I was sure it would for I spent many a vodka moment working on it.

One table though, insists on talking through it, so eventually I walk over to them and say : "Look. If you insist on talking whilst I perform, I’ll follow you home and talk whilst you perform."
They shut up.

Which is a shame, as I was keen to follow them home and see just what they did get up to, the sinners.

The guests are a wonderful ...

A very Irish wedding.
　
　
I start drinking once we land at Rosslare and I don’t stop until we board the return ferry.
It’s not as if I have a choice.

The groom starts drinking at 8am with a voddy and water for breakfast and doesn’t ever stop. It would be the height of discourtesy not to join him, would it not ?

The groom is my very good friend and possible twin, Tomas Dunne. I taught him to ride when he was very young and took him ...

Chapter Sixteen
　
And so, a few days later, Patsy spoke, quietly but fondly:
"I can tell you where Impy has gone. And where the other Friendly Monsters are. And why your sock drawer contains nothing but socks these days."

Jay spoke no words, but her eyes were full of questions.

"I can tell you why the postman no longer stands on his hands to deliver the mail. And why tomorrow, the milkman will no longer bark."

...

Chapter Fifteen

(Goodbye to all that…..)
　
One crisp, brisk winter morning, as the sun rose over the hills and the milkman barked hello, Jay stared through the ice on her bedroom window and wondered.

She wondered what was for breakfast, she wondered if Desert Orchid * was happy in his retirement and she wondered if the Postman would ever manage to post that thick, heavy letter through the letter-box, whilst standing on his hands.

(He did.) ...