Manx For The Memories!

................ not best pleased, but he'll live to see another cheery day.

According to Auntie Jayne, everything went well and Harvey spent the night tucked up in the North of the Island with his blankey and toy cow.

So we're off to Laxey beach later to play on some rocks, chase some seagulls and raise some hell!

Tomorrow morning Harvey Farrell Jay-Z Poyntz (Harvey Legbanger to those who know him best) will be paying a visit to Auntie Jayne the vet.



Let's just say he'll be coming home a 'changed' puppy...............

The ladies of Laxey and the cushions on my sofa will be relieved......... Harvey, maybe not so much

The firmest argument for legitimate impeachment in 30 years.
Inside Trader, War Criminal, National Election Fraud,unconscionable LIAR... Take your pick.
What would Jesus do George, truly?

The poet Gary Snyder once said you must look at all past or present situations from a 4000 mile view-point. A distant, removed perspective. So I tried this with Douglas.


looking down at the quay


above Douglas bay


another moonrise over the bay.
In the end Douglas is just Douglas.Nothing less nothing less.

photos from our mini-hike from Glen Maye to Niaraibylarbileaybirraly. Chris, Cathy and I made the walk through the shroud of Mannanins' cloak, or at least his jumper.


we started with our traditional on holiday pose in front of the falls.


snapped a few of the glen creek. That's right, the very same spot in which Michael almost died.


Cathy starts us up the coast trailhead, above where the glen meets the sea.


One of them there "artsy" type photo picture thingys.


Just spectacular views in every direction. Straight across the sea is Ireland.


I called this Mini-Sur, homage to my spiritual vortex, Big Sur.


And we conclude our hike here at Niarblaiyyrlbyiiaarbl, also known as the Ned Devine cottage, And a Manx national heritage site. Hot Damn!


hey! Still more photos! yippee!


Hey Chris... more sheep(s)!


And what a way to end a day, with a moonrise

OK, so not the Amsterdam you were hoping for eh? But I found this photo beautifully ironic in that it is the anti-thesis of my perception of Amsterdam which is truly colorful and bustling with vibrant energy. Yet even in its more sublime nuances, I find it exceptionally beautiful. This was directly across the draw bridge from our B & B and when I turned around this is what I saw. A Bicycle culture in full swing. I Love It! Such momentary extremes here.

And here's the obligatory canal shot. Still beautiful, no?

And to just knock you over the head with the whole bicycle and canal thing...

Just a few sketches from in and around the lesser western European front. Boy how we animation folk loves ta sketch thangs.


A few jots from our trip to Galway, (Michael and I were in agreement - the coolest city on the scene). We went out to see my good friend Damien gig with his Gypsy jazz quartet, "The hot club of Dublin". good times, good firends, good atmosphere, great memory. We stopped into Taaffe's pub to catch a bit of "trad" music. Traditional Ceoly music.

I've been fortunate to catch quite a few glorious sunrises here, but this one tops 'em all.

some more candid pics from our debauch campout at the Chas-fest '05.


It all started so innocently and freewheeling...


nothing but fern covered hillsides... to baffle the sound of the screams


As much as we peed in the river it still remained clear, amazing


Cathy on the bridge over to Chas' farm. Beautiful.


So how many men DOES it take to put up a tent? Amusingly, all the women could do was squat together. And of course Father Fagan is consecrating something?!?


what a layout. Chas-stock '05.


This was the pink floyd cover band 'pigs on the wing'. That's Chas on the far right playing sax.


with the ethereal sound of the 'floyd' swirling all around, anything is possible. Here I am about to try and levitate a can of fosters up to my face and empty it's contents into my drinking hole.


Everything was brilliant... and then the firegod arrived in spectacular fashion...


this was the last normal photo taken of chris before he transited into an apparition.


then SHAZAM! it's like he turned into a eerie waft of ectoplasm.


some how he was still able to levitate cans of beer up to his ghostly drinking hole.


Anyhow, after 4 hours of rain everything returned to normal by the morning. and then some fucker burned ny beenie.

My utmost respect for these blokes. They've endured the horrors of war of which I will probably never experience. I am eternally grateful. That being said this was the smallest VJ DAY parade ever, typically Mannish. I sneezed and it was over. Glorious.