It's 1am. I'm in County Clare. Celebrating the lawful marriage of two men.
One of whom is a Roman Catholic priest.
It's all a bit weird and very, very lovely. And indeed, drink had been taken.
This was in March.
Life was going swimmingly.
I was employed and everything.
Bloody woman.
Wonderful woman
Somebody tell me this.
What the fuck does "strong and stable" mean ?
Perhaps the trains will run on time?
ReplyDelete