Tony Cascarhymo


After a busy morning, I decided that I didn’t have the time to write a poem today. However, while listening to Sean Moncrieff on Newstalk in Ireland, he issued a challenge to write a limerick about Tony Cascarino. I couldn’t refuse. I wrote one and sent it in but Sean happily told the audience that all of the entries were rubbish. I steeled myself, and wrote one more. It is probably still rubbish, but I figured it would do as my poem of the day.

Tony Cascarhymo

There was a footy legend, Cascarino,
After training, he enjoyed a large glass of vino.
On the pitch he was a joker,
Now he’s moved on to poker,
He gets his kicks fleecing mugs in the casino.
I doubt it will win any competition, but there we go.


imagesToday’s poem. I am not sure how long I will keep up the poetry. Although it IS brilliant, I am not at the whim of my fan(s).


I don’t care what my friends say,

I don’t need something like NetFlix.

I’d be better served to spend my time,

Growing another appendix.

Trying to do it all proper, like.


I have made the move to try and look less flakey. I built another little website so I can look less like a bloke that doesn’t really know what he does or where he goes.

If you have a few minutes, take a look. I’d appreciate your opinions on it. Good or bad. Well, maybe not too bad.

Play nicely, now.

Sounds Like Dan.

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Thank You For Your Attention.


Thank You For Your Attention.

Your parents have taken great pride in raising you to have excellent manners.
Inadvertently, they may also have raised you to be a little bit snobby too. “Make sure you say thank you, Daniel.” “Don’t you have any cleaner friends than Clive that can come round to play?” Where the line is drawn when it comes to etiquette can be vague, especially when approaching the job market.

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I Hope You Are Ok, Granny.


A beautiful, young portrait of my Mum by Andy Zermanski.

2012 was not my best year. September 19th saw my Mum pass away after a short fight with illness. It came as a shock for our family. As we are not religious, my Mum had asked me to say a few words instead of having her funeral overseen by a stranger. She wanted me to do it because she thought I might be able to do it in a “happy way”. It was the most difficult thing I have had to do. My brother, Jason, and my sister, Kelly, helped out with the readings. I was proud of them and I hope we all did a job that Mum would have been proud of.

This is how I tried to remember her at the service.

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