SUMMERS ALMOST OVER SUMMERS ALMOST GONE

Once more the opening line of a song by Loudon Wainright the third,who is the father of Rufus Wainright the first.I thought of it because today for the first time this year i have discarded my beloved flip flops and put on socks and trainers,and i pulled out my old jumper and put it on.Yesterday i got up early as usual went down into the bar as usual got my coffee as usual sat in the corner put on my computer as usual but i was freezing cold which is not usual.I suddenly realised it was the 13th october which incidentally is my mothers Birthday,so after texting her birthday wishes i went upstairs and got me a sweater and started humming the above song.That got me thinking about music and all the different genres of it and how my old man used to slag off my musical tastes,"sounds like jungle music" he would say "will never last" was another one,well it did last and is still going strong today and only goes to prove that my old mans musical likes did not stretch too far,but also that i have a much more open mind when it come to music and while i might not like Rap or R+B that much i do respect the people who do it and realise that its their way of saying things,i dont want to be like my old man was but occasionally one finds oneself slipping into it.I suppose its an age thing as well one cannot be cool forever i am talking now about old guys trying to be cool,not all that sure that works too well but what is cool anyway?

WHAT SHALL I CALL IT?

Dont know if i mentioned it on here but a few months back i started writing down my memories,before i got too old to remember.Well its got to the point now where i think there might be a book in it.I have no idea what is involved in getting something published,but i have a few friends who are in that game. I know i can probably write 100,ooo words which a friend told me is about normal,then you add in a lot of photos your almost there.Now i am thinking what shall i call it,for me the name is very important,first of all to get a browser to browse it he or she has to be attracted to the book."From Walkinstown to Walking slow",might be a bit morbid i think that one though it works on some levels."Its all in the game of life" maybe a little too expansive that one i would say."The Corpo to Wembley" does that attract someone to look? you see where i am coming from with this?i have given just a few clues on here,i would like you to help me with this but its not fair to ask because most of you have no idea where i came from.Even the name is not easy to do,but it will come to me,probably in a flash when i am drunk and there is no pen to write it down,so i will forget it,then will have to start over again but such is life, a whole series of start overs.Now that is quite deep but true.I cannot go off here without mentioning the big game over the weekend,Ireland v Italy.We got in front with two minutes left of normal time with a really well worked goal,then inexplicably our Centre Half plus our man of the match Full Back are caught having a picnic 30 yards from the Italian goal.Has no one ever told them about "staying at home","putting up the shutters"or just plain "defending your own goal".It was criminal and embarassing to watch and typical of Ireland.2-1 was not enough for us oh no we had to go looking for a third.Ah well the only consolation when all is said and done is we would have finished second whether we beat Italy or not,well that is assuming Italy beat Cyprus and we beat Montenegro.We are still in with a shout of Qualifying for the greatest Tournament in the World and that is a big consolation.When is the draw???????????