And after years of being asked, "When are you going to write a book?"
I finally have.
With the final tweaks underway, this 'sodding book' has a publishing date for 2025.
“Bollix! When Life Isn't All It's Craic'd Up to Be" is a memoir that shoves aside the clichés of 'triumph over tragedy,' getting straight to the reality of living an unpredictable life.
I’ve learned there’s a lot in life you can’t change, but a good swear is as therapeutic as a cold swim.
Through all the bollix I’ve been dealt, a stubborn refusal to quit combined with Kenzie's fierce love of life have kept me going.
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This book wasn’t born out of some grand literary ambition. It came about because friends wouldn’t stop with their “You need to write a book!” comments. And, in my usual overconfident fashion, I thought, ‘How hard can it be?’
Turns out, near on impossible!
But here we are.
“What the actual fucketyfuck!” I exclaimed.
The hours of wine-fueled brainstorming had passed by without anyone noticing, and Conor and Kimmi were back early. I scrambled to my feet and tried to head them off. Too late.
Conor saw the coffin in all its glory, a bright pink, gleaming spectacle in the sunshine, surrounded by a group of startled and inebriated women covered in pink splotches.
"Oh, look, Mummy!” he said, pointing at our creation. “Can I get in it?”