Tag: the penis monologues

I’m sitting here, sipping my tumbler glass full of whiskey — straight, single malt of course — with my feet up on my desk. The laptop is actually in between my legs, which is a rather interesting angle to type from, but it works. If only I had a roaring log fire, the image would be complete; unfortunately I have to make-do with a blow-heater that sounds like its on its last legs, trying to heat up my own little…

I’m sitting here, trying to wiggle my toes. I’m sure they are down there somewhere, I just can’t feel them. It hasn’t been above 2 degrees in 3 days now — the snow is still there. I thought snow was meant to act as an insulator, but it’s frickin’ freezing in my room. I’m wearing a wooly jumper, 2 pairs of socks, slippers and gloves. So, to get away from the cold, it’s now time for something completely different. Sunny…

For those of you that have been away over the weekend, you can find the latest Penis Monologue on this page: The Irish Priest’s Monologue. I think there will be a total of 5 in the series — although I reserve the right to do some more (or requests…!) at any time!

Without further ado, The Irish Penis Monologue: (If you can’t see the player, you’ll have to visit my blog) Anyone that knows me fairly well (in real life) will probably have realised by now that these monologues are somewhat based on people that I admire, or somehow feel connected to. Today’s monologue, stars an Irish priest. There is really only one Irish priest that really pops into everyone’s head — Father Ted Crilly (or perhaps Dougal, if you’re that way…

… I give you, The Penis Monologues, from Scotland: (If you can’t see the player, you’ll have to visit my blog) Now, please, if you’re Scottish, don’t press stop instantaneously. Hear it out. Wait for my bumbling apology at the end. Judge it on its content rather than its apallingly sprawling accents. It starts off OK, and kind of goes downhill from there. In my defence (I always have a defence), I’ve been doing an Irish accent for quite some…

It was a new year’s resolution of mine to move most of my money-making income away from web design/management. The idea was (and is) to make money from my photography, or some other artistic means. Web design just doesn’t do it for me any more — I’ve been doing it for a long time now (since I was 13, or something silly), and it’s very much a repetitive process. Sure, the colours change a bit, and occasionally I get to…