Religious conversion
I may have mentioned before that I was “educated” by Da Brudders?
Though maybe “indoctrinated” would be a better word?
Now anyone who grew up in Ireland will know about Da Brudders – a battalion of blokes with white collars and black cloaks whose idea of education was the use of brute force with a drop of kiddy-fiddling on the side. What they said was law and any questioning or dissent meant an immediate beating to within an inch of one’s life.
I remember the day Brudder George went on about Transubstantiation. He told us as a matter of absolute fact that something like a piece of bread can become something else with the incantation of a few words. “It looks the same” says he, “and feels the same and tastes the same but it is completely different.”
Now my father had always taught me to question everything. He taught me to think for myself and to never take anything as absolute. So when I heard this Transubstantiation thing my immediate reaction was a loud Bollox! Fortunately I had learned to keep such expletives to myself in class, or I wouldn’t be alive to tell the tale. It occurred to me in later years that that was a key moment and probably the start of my journey towards Atheism?
Anyways, up to the present day.
I mentioned that I was recently prescribed eye-drops. When they were writing out the prescription they warned me [with an element of glee, I thought] that the drops may sting a bit for the first week but that would soon stop and also that they may make my vision a bit blurry.
In due course I got my bottle of drops. It was a tiny bottle and only about a quarter full of clear liquid. The time came and I carefully put one drop in my left eye. It was cold and wet but that was about it. Then I put a drop in my right eye. It nearly burned the fucking eye out of my head! There was no question about it – it was stinging.
It has been like that every night since. Let eye fine. Right eye stinging like the bejayzus.
Thinking about it, I realised what the solution was [pun intended]. Whatever was in the bottle was a benign liquid when I picked it up, but as soon as I moved it from left to right it Transubstantiated into sulphuric acid. It was a miracle!
I tried experimenting, putting in the right eye first where it stung like mad and then the left eye where it was fine. So somehow it was the transition across the bridge of my nose that was causing this miracle.
I would apologise to Brudder George, but he’s dead.
Stings the first week then fine. Makes the vision blurry.
Whisky/whiskey, I found was the same on that hogmanay when I first tried it.
A long, long time ago.
Orally, ( or O’Reilly, as Manuel might say) not dropped in eye, though.
Never had the sting thing though the blurry vision sounds familiar. There there is the apres three quarters of a bottle thing where I lie down and the room revolves slowly around me. I still get that. I must be getting old.
I was taught-ured by the bruvvers too. Jesuits with the long black frocks and a curious collar which looked like two long bunny teeth at the front. Bruvver Damian and I never really got along. He was very much into physical violence which also precipitated my #walkaway. What a bunch!
I had nightmares for a long time about those black cloaks and the Bugs Bunny teeth. We had a few lay teachers too and in retrospect they were far less likely to lash out physically. It seems that it was a prerequisite for Brudderhood that you either had to be a violent fucker or into a bit of sexual perversion, or both.
Overall, I suspect that Brudder George had many more issues for which apologies are due than you ever will.
He was the headmaster. He was an evil little fuck. He was a short little runt of a bloke so we never saw eye to eye – literally and metaphorically.
So, the first drop doesn’t sting. Therefore,
1) Put in one drop.
2) Stop.
3)Some time later, when the bottle of drops has forgotten about (1), eg after a sufficient number of Hail Maries, goto (1)
Too complicated. And anyway I would doubtless forget before 3.
I would apologise to Brudder George, but he’s dead.
You didn’t…?
I’m saying nuttin’…
Off topic but fuck me up a tree, sideways. It’s pissing down here and a tad gusty and some fuckin inbred idiot in some met office or something has given the wind n rain a fucking name.
Storm Diana.
Never mind shipping these arseholes to Rockall it should me who gets on the boat as I am sick to fucking death of this shit and the morons who ‘pass it on’.
Or
If the Apocalypse and or Armageddon is reading this PLEASE GET A FUCKING WIGGLE ON!
Bad news Bill. Last nights wind was just a warm up. Diana [God bless her] is due to arrive tonight. And my roof is leaking already.
Well were is she?
Yesterday’s weather that wasn’t Diana was way, way worse than the overnight weather and today’s weather.
Did she get pissed and thought fuck it what’s the point or did she veer off and hammer the sea whih doesn’t seem to give fuck?
She’s here right now. The usual list of power outages Down South with 40,000 cut off [and counting].