On Sunday there it was the St. Patrick's Day parade in Montreal.
It's a big deal. About 44 million people turn up. Everyone is blocked. All the politicians go and pretend to be Irish.
We were marching in it with the gaelic team.
The weather was shite. It was fucking freezing and wet. You wouldn't want to go out in it. My socks got soaked.
It was a good laugh, though. We all went to a hall afterwards and had drinks. It was lovely.
I dressed up as evil McDonald's villain The Hamburglar, for no reason. No-one else dressed up like that.
The Hamburglar is a terrifying cunt who steals hamburgers, a real bastard. Never pays for them. I dressed up as him, in a stripy convict's outfit and wide-brimmed hat.
Nobody said a word.
It was a good day. I missed my wee baba though. It was too cold for her to be marched around in the open. She wouldn't have enjoyed it. Tina minded her. I wish they both had been there, but. They'll enjoy it next year.
Somebody died when they jumped up on a float when they were blocked. They fell off and got killed by the lorry.
I heard about it after.
I came home that evening dressed as the Hamburglar, just like I was when I left the house before.
-"Did anyone say anything about you dressed as the Hamburglar?"
-"No, not really. No."
I enjoyed being dressed as the Hamburglar. Sarah did too, for a while. But it didn't mean anything to her.
Me and her walked about the house, me with her in my arms, walking about. We do loads of cool shit together. I turn on the taps, open cupboards, take out spoons and look at them, all kinds of activities. She loves all shite like that.
She looks at me when I'm doing it, taking it all in. I clean her medicine spoon under the tap, she's sitting there against my hip, me holding her. She loves it. Her face all concentrated, watching daddy doing all the things. Brilliant.
She is the apple of my eye, whatever the fuck that means. She is.
Monday morning I went to work dressed as the Hamburglar, again.
Not a fucking word was said nor a glance given.
What an artist the world is losing in me.
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