Ah, Feck It...

Officially, Paddy here wasnt at the booksigning tonight.
Paddy was at the Rathvilly Senior Citizens party in the function room next door.
But Paddy rocked (and rolled) into our spot, to have a fag.
Smoking almost anywhere indoors in Ireland is Very Illegal.

I told Paddy to burst on, fashioned an ashtray from a candle holder, and sat down with him to have a chat.

Paddy was in Prague with his wife, the angelic Agnes from Abbeyleix, a few weeks ago.
Paddy had a stroke within spitting distance of Wenceslas Square.
This, needless to say, put a bit of a dent in the holiday.

Paddys in a wheelchair now, and finds it difficult to negotiate the four exit doors to pop out into the freezing gale and sleet to indulge in one of the few pleasures he has left.

If the agents of the Nanny State are watching, you can send me the fine.
And I'll even pay it, as long as you promise to put it straight into the FUBAR that is our health system.

Rant over.