My tin of Heinz is still intact

So there I was, a simple lad from the simple country hamlet of Belfast, lost and alone in the big city. I had a few pounds in my pocket (forgot to get money changed, d'oh), a song in my head, and a dream in my heart, oh and a serious need for caffeine. I was only an hour and a half early for my meeting I still cannot talk about with a person I still cannot name. I say only but I do like to be early for such things.

I walked out on to Grafton Street and my mind went blank. Could I remember where I was supposed to be going for my meeting? Could I fuckity! My mind buzzed with the names of hotels, most of which were fictional, unless there is a Crossroads Motel in Dublin, and the rest were in Belfast. So I did what anybody would do in such a situation, I rolled a smoke. This was more challenging than usual due to the wind that was being funneled up Grafton Street, most of which was centred on my rolling papers. Smoke rolled I began to think clearly, and cough a little. The John Gresham, that's where I was meant to be in an hour a 25 minutes. And I knew where it was. Which was nice.

But that's all your getting. My beans must stay firmly in the can for a wee while yet....

I've been tagged by K8 the GR8 and English Mum. It's the same MEME thingy so that helps. I don't usually tag back, I was always the kid who didn't want to play thus ruined it for everyone. Well tennis is a stupid fucking game anyway. But I will be tagging this time. And where do these MEME's come from? Is there like a MEME generator somewhere or is there some sort of committee that comes up with them? I need to know! I might just start my own! Ha!

Rules

Post 5 links to 5 of your previously written posts. The posts have to relate to the 5 key words given here (family, friend, yourself, your love, anything you like).
Tag 5 other friends to do this meme. Try to tag at least 2 new acquaintances (if not, your current blog buddies will do) so that you get to know them each a little bit better.


Family, no chance! Hello Pandora what's in that lovely box? I don't think so. But here are some stories about my other family. Raul the chef, Eddie the lover of ladies, and The Management.

Friend, ah friends! Don't you just love them?! This story is about three friends, one agreed to get hitched, one actually got hitched, and the other got ditched......by me.....

Yourself, me? My favourite subject, and if you missed it the first time here are 49 things about me....

Your Love, my Little Miss Manuel, my left and right (and she's always right). Without her I would fall down more and laugh less. What else you want me to write honey? Is that it? Hehehehe. This story isn't specifically about her but it is her favourite, Keef and the ladies of Seville!

Anything I like, really? Ok! Whilst perusing the archive I found this gem from the old days when I was the only reader. Mothers Day and St Patrick's Day fell on the same weekend last year and the consequences where arse splittingly funny, and I mean that.....

The fickle finger of blog MEME fate lands on you....Raging Server, and you Flirty Something, and you as well Benders Better Brother, and not forgetting you Gimme, and finally oh lets see who could it be................Nick! Mwahahahahahahaha!