Silly Old Twit

About six weeks ago Twenty Major stole my bike. I had locked it just at the bottom of Georges Street and had only left it for maybe ten minutes. The lock was still there lying on the ground , he had obviously used some kind of bolt cutters. I didn’t actually  see him rob the bike and indeed have never met the man but I still believe it was him. A man who weaves bad language into the very fabric of his blog as he does  is capable of just about  anything.

But that’s not what I really wanted to write about. When I had my bike I used to call into The National Gallery of Ireland (NGI) once every ten days or so. I would wander about looking at the picture of course but most of the time I spent in the gallery’s bookshop. I’m one of those people who comfort buy. As I’ve said elsewhere , I live on my own and have no friends ( I’m unwanted and unloved ) so comfort buying is one of the few pleasures left to me. I have a small collection now of NGI fridge magnets , stuck of course to my fridge. ‘ Having nothing to do all day I spend a lot of time in my kitchen staring at these magnets while I listen to my old valve radio. If I still had my bike of course I could be out getting some fresh air. Be that as it may the magnets do bring me some little pleasure. I’ve also bought a small wooden puzzle , a jigsaw puzzle that is of a painting by  Cranach the Elder ,”Adam and Eve , 1526″.

None of this might strike you as particularly interesting but it’s major league stuff when you live (exists) as I do. And at  least I do occasionally  visit an art gallery which is more than can probably be said for Twenty Major. And I doubt very much if he’s the sort of man who has a valve radio either. I bought my own valve radio ( in fact two radios ) in Bray market which is just south of Dublin and overlooks the Irish Sea. You really haven’t heard radio if you don’t have a valve operated one. On top of one of these radios I keep my mini collection of Irish Dresden ballerinas.

It’s terrible that you cant leave your bike anywhere in the city now. I thought of buying another one but this is the third in succession that I’ve had stolen and there is a limit to my wallet ( especially with all the comfort buying I do). The moral of this story by the way  is that Irish bloggers are not to be trusted. They are , all in all , a bad lot, racists and bike thieves the lot of them. The world would be a better place without them.

So now I have to walk everywhere. I can be seen on a daily basis walking the city streets like some lost soul,  head down and hands in pockets and going nowhere….. Unwanted , unloved and ignored….. And who cares ? No one cares.

But I’ve still got my blog. I’ve got my fridge magnets , my jigsaws , NGI coasters and best of  all my NGI Mousemat….. Roderic O’Connor’s ” Reclining nude before a mirror“.