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"rumple" .... lol ... you talking about the kilt, or the wearer of said kilt, dugh?

Thanks, dughlas!

Of course I may just have been the reason the following proverb came into existence...

Not sure - maybe try googling something like "how to distinguish clan tartans" or something? All I know is that with in Scotland each clan has it's own particular pattern and colours for its tartan. Tartan is hardly ever worn in Ireland, and I'm not sure whether there are different Irish clan tartans. I suspect (may be wrong) that an Irish ceremonial kilt is normally just green. Oh! Red hair is quite common in Ireland.

Have you checked the clan of the tartan he's wearing, Albert?

I've been studying that image for a while now, and I'm beginning to suspect that it could possibly be Patrick's brother...

Well I have asked a few times "What's happened to Keigan?"... Good to see he's still around. And good to see that he is more than just a pretty face. I suspect that many of the questions that he threw at Greg may be just as good therapy as any that Uncle Farid could ask him. Greg maybe should take Keigan's advice and actually talk about his feelings with Nathan. It's not even clear from this chapter whether he has even let Nathan know that he intends moving out of the apartment.. And very observant of Kyle to work have worked out that Richard was the doctor who hurt Greg. Another great chapter, Jason!

True that!

Oh, God! Although I heard somewhere about the idea of Six Degrees of Separation, so... Who knows?

My dad was Irish; mum was English. Dad moved to England for work when he was about 18 years old. I was born and reared in England. Moved to Ireland when I was coming up to 40 years old. Still have a north of England accent most of the time (think Coronation Street), although my siblings do say I have an Irish accent sometimes...

I could show you some photographs of an older me than the last one... Three possible reasons why that I'm a bit reluctant to do so, though... It's fun having a bit of anonymity on GA It'll be even more fun seeing what Albert comes up with in his search Although I am currently clean shaven, I'd worry that photos of me in my bearded years might cause Gary to get just too excited.

Nope! That's still nothing like the current me, Albert! 😛

A friend of mine, when I showed him that photo a couple of years ago, simply said... "Can't the years be cruel?"

See my edit of original reply

No, Albert, it isn't. Here's a photo of me when I was around that lad's age (or maybe a little older)

Here's a photo I took with my camera phone last Thursday morning whilst waiting for a promised lift, after having been stranded in a town about 100 kilometers (60 miles) from home. It made me realise two things:- There's nature to be found even within a concrete jungle. You just have to have the eyes to spot it. It's still sometimes possible to take a decent photograph even if I haven't got my expensive DSLR camera with me.

Afternoon, Gary!

Oh, by the way, @Albert1434... Well done with the "maidín maith" !! Even if it should really have been "Tráthnóna maith" since it's now after noon here

Wallace is doing fine, thanks! Clo has designs on his ears, though.... You couldn't send her a packet of the sweets you made the ears with could you, by any chance? Wallace has a thing about his ears. He tells me it all started when some young whippersnapper poked one of them with a stick with a horse's head handle...

Top of the morning to ya, dugh! Buenos dias, Alberto!

I know exactly what you are talking about there. There have been just a few occasions when I have finished writing a piece of prose or poetry when I almost can't remember actually typing it in. It's almost as thought the words flowed from somewhere outside of me through my fingertips onto the keyboard. I'm reminded of something that John McCutcheon said on stage once before performing his song 'Christmas in the Trenches', about the Christmas truce in 1914. He said something along the lines of "There are some songs that you write, and there are some that you just write down. They sort of come through you. And that was definitely the case with this song." It certainly gives me a great deal of satisfaction when that happens when I write something. It also gives me a huge sense of wonder. It makes me realise that I truly am a writer. But even when I have written something that makes me feel like that, I'll usually find that I will go back at a later stage and tweak it, if only ever so slightly. The chances are that John McCutcheon also tweaked his masterpiece after the initial draft. But usually (most of the time, if I am to be honest) it's not like that, and I do struggle putting thoughts into words. I'll look at what I've written and think 'That's not how I wanted to express this idea.' It's seldom I'll actually delete a piece of work, though, and so I have a folder full of what I call Scribbles. Occasionally I will dig through this folder hoping to find that one bit of dross that really only needs that final cut and polish to turn it into the gemstone that I knew it was capable of becoming when I had tentatively typed in the first few words. Thanks for a thought provoking blog entry, @Comicality!

Coming close to 1am here. Good night guys.

Good to hear!

Page, my man!! How the divil are ye ! ?

Anyway, Albert. Don't worry. I won't tell anyone what Google Translate gave me when I asked it to translate "ξόρκι Γεια" for me...