Saturday, March 17, 2007

Póg Mo Thóin

That is Gaelic for "kiss my ass" and it is directed at the wind.

It was bitterly windy on my run this morning. It didn't get me down though. I buoyed on my run with happy thoughts as I remembered that last night I dreamt of Behan and he told of his life's philosophies. I took them as my own and kept that light inside of me because I am going, no matter which way the wind is blowing . . .

Okay, maybe whiskey or 15 pints of beer is not entirely recommended during the taper but it is St. Patrick's Day and I am going to embrace my quarter Irishness (and my Irish man who will drink the whiskey) drink a few beers and thoroughly enjoy the day.

And not just because of the beer or my soon to be drunk Irish man but because I get to listen to Shane and Pogues all day long. I love the Pogues. So this is my Ode to the Pogues and all things Pogalicious on St Paddy's Day Post. So happy St. Patrick's Day and I hope you all are out celebrating the Irish and the punch drunkenness that goes with it.
Here is more to help you toss it back and dance a jig:

This is my kick it in song when I am running. Does that trick every time:


  1. Yea, the wind does suck today. I'm probably going to bag my bike ride, but my taper run is still on for tomorrow. Hope the wind dies by then. Happy St. Patrick's Day!! Have a green beer for me, will ya?

  2. The Pogue book sounds very wild too: "This intimate look behind the music describes their arguments, drunken spats, love affairs, the marriage of Cait and Elvis Costello, the death of Kirsty MacColl, the illnesses, the drugs, the sackings, the legal actions and through it all their passion for music."

  3. I love the "Sickbed of Culcollen" - I have to raise my hand and yell when Shane does. "and Benny's down by the bay - yeah!"

    The wind did suck yesterday. Much nicer today,though.

  4. Wes, wise of your to bail on the bike. The wind was bad. I ran part on 92 and I am not kidding, people were laughing at me when they passed me.

    Bruce, I can only imagine the tales the books has. I saw the Pogues live when I was in high school and while it was the absolute best, most fun concert ever I clearly remember being amazed that 1. Someone could be that drunk and 2 that they could be that drunk and still perform. Really, it was the best show ever. I would give anything to see them live again.

    Steph, I scream too!!!! I really have to make an effort not to when I am on the treadmill at the gym. But I do punch the air.