A version of Pachabels Canon on lyric there and it got me. Iāll have to trace this one back as it hits me every time, cunt of a thing.
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it takes a real man to be able to cry, a real man like you and me, sure I broke down crying down at the Liam Lynch memorial on Monday, I actually had his book in my hand and read the scene where he was shot and carried back down in Newcastle, Iād like to think that yourself and @Smark would carry my down a mountain mortally wounded, I know I can depend on you
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It would be an absolute honour kid.
You fought them darling willie,
all through those summer days,
I heard your rifle firing,
on the mountain far away,
And I held you in my arms then,
as your blood ran free and bright,
And you died by Shanagolden,
On that lonely summers nightā¦
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I have the supplies of tissues kitchen rolls and toilet rolls in for Wednesday morning, the young lad is collecting his LC results. Iāve been bawling all day since this morning of how much a great lad he is.
Fintan is doing the LC already? Jesus where does the time go.
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Where does it go is right pal. His debs tonight, the lad is stepping up confidently.
The best of luck to him
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410 points
Heās pleased and so am I. I have no more tears.
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Once heās happy, be happy for him. Enjoy the celebrations.
Thanks. Heās off now on his long and winding road.
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Long and winding road to the pub I presume?
Surely thatās the road home from the pub
Iām proud to say he has kept his confirmation pledge and has never drank alcohol. Itās a bit of a concern but it seems he has more sense than me.
FAO of @Peter_G, @grapes, I was in the gym last night when my Spotify shuffled onto Heads Roll Off by Frightened Rabbit. This wasnāt a shuffle to make me deliriously happy like the Sigrid one a month or two ago.
My eyes began to water and a few tears rolled down my face as the tempo increased and the late Scott Hutchison sangā¦āwhile Iām alive Iāll make tiny changes to earthā¦Iāll make tiny changes to earthā.
This happened after Iād finished on the exercise bike and was on the treadmill by the way.
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I bawled my eyes out thinking about a poor lost three legged dog. I bawled even more when, in spite of various protestations regarding the prevalence of empathy, no-one shared my grief.
Heartless cruel bastards.
