Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: The electrifying tale behind a very dark secret…
I am not a lazy man. And in fairness to her, she never actually said that I am. She's the wife, by the way. She doesn't say I'm lazy but she's got a...
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Roddy Doyle introduces his latest character, Charlie Savage: featuring the misadventures and mishaps of a conflicted man in an ever-changing world.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Forget bucket lists, what every man needs is a f**k it list
It was our turn last Friday, so we had the wife's gang in the house for the monthly nosebag. The craic was good. It always is when Carmel's...
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Music snobbery and a Careless Whisper…
I should stay away from the modern stuff. That's daft, I know. Modern stuff. I actually love a bit of modernity. Central heating's a great invention; I've always said it. And I'm so fond of our...
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: One (limping) foot in the grave…
There's probably nothing as boring as men's health. Unless you're the man. And I am. So. I'm worried. I've low blood pressure. I discovered this a while back and it came as a bit of a shock. But the...
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: 'I've been a bit nervous lately because of my low blood pressure'
Do you have any of the health stuff? I ask the Secret Woman. We're in the local, same as always, two fresh pints in front of us. - Health stuff? he...
Make Ireland great again: vote for President Savage
We're more than halfway to Leitrim before I can muster the courage and tell the daughter.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Ageing bones and the 100m bus dash
The humiliations are queueing up. Just because I'm getting older. The holes in the memory; the cheese on the chin (see 'holes in the memory'); the hair on the earlobes, enough to make a pair of very weird pigtails. There seems to be a fresh indignity waiting for me every morning in the kitchen, smiling evilly as I put on my reading glasses to find the handle of the fridge.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Going potty over phone's 'leak locator'
We don't really do the phones, me and the Secret Woman. We both have one, and it wouldn't be that uncommon for us to answer a text while we're chatting in the local. What I mean is, we don't take them out every time we're talking about the football and forget a player's name. Or, if either of us has been to a Holy Communion, we might mention it. ("Jesus, man, I need a pint after all that religion.") But we won't take out the phones and start scrolling through the photos. The only photograph in my phone is of the inside of a broken cistern. A plumber asked me to send it to...
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Chalk, charm and my days in the classroom
I can remember my first day at school.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: A staycation in the Sunny South East
I was in the barber's and I thought I was going to get away with it. But then, just when I thought I'd escaped, he asked the question.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Not strictly ballroom
Myself and the wife are just back from the hospital. We were there with identical injuries. We even shared the same ambulance, and saved the State a few bob. It must the sign of a...
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: The greatest show on earth
Officially, according to my birth cert, I'm well into my 60s. In fact, I'm just less than 16. Because, like every other football lover, I measure my age in four-year instalments - that is, the gaps...
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Who wants to live forever?
'That hair isn't grey, says the wife. - It's silver, look. They both have matching hair. She's right. She often is. We've been watching all these ads that are aimed at older people. People like...
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: The end of the eejit?
I'm blaming the weather we've been having, all the ex-hurricanes and snow, and the storms with the names. One day we were living in a sleepy little democracy, and the next we're trapped in some...
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Why it's NOT a perfect day…
Everything's bloody perfect.
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Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Halloween movies are not for the faint hearted…
They're saying they'll let me go home tomorrow. I'll be able to watch the rest of The Shining. It's my own fault - again. It started during the presidential election. One of the nitwits from Dragons' Den was on the lunchtime news and he was going on about how he worked in "the real world".
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: My grandson explains climate change and does an impressive cow fart of his own
I've just been down to the shops. Bread, milk, a small bunch of bananas. The little grandson loves bananas and I'm quite fond of a banana sandwich, myself. Anyway, it takes us five minutes to get to the Spar, and 15 back. There's a bit of a hill, and the little lad likes to examine the state of all the gates on the way home. He loves rust.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Kids versus dogs
I'm in the kitchen reading a thing the daughter showed me earlier. It's a link - I think that's what you call it. I'm not sure about the terminology and I don't care enough to find out. I've got the wife's iPad and I'm reading this article the daughter found in an online magazine. About dogs. But it's not about the dogs. It's about the owners.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Contactless payment… for a contactless society
It's time to get out. I've been hiding indoors since my failed - thank Christ - run at the presidency. We turned up, me and the daughter, a week late for the Leitrim County Council meeting. Or maybe the Council lads were a week early - I don't know. Anyway, I'm safe for another seven years.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Life is like a football pitch… but not an Astro turf one
A shark can smell a single drop of blood from a mile away. I'm the same with football, except I'm even more deadly. I can hear a ball being whacked from at least two miles.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Other voices
I know, I've been going on a bit about that question, "What are you thinking about?" And I know, it's part of any marriage - well, a part of any heterosexual relationship, anyway. She wants to know what's going on inside his head and it's his job to guard the contents of that head, no matter how flimsy the contents might be - especially because there might be nothing much going on in there. An empty head is no man's most attractive feature.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Penny for your thoughts…
What are you thinking about? I've done no scientific research; I've nothing to back up what I'm saying. But I'm betting that "What are you thinking about?" is the most frightening question that any man can ever hear.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: I'm forecasting a deluge… of weather alerts
The world is in rag order, fascism is on the march, the EU is about to implode. But all I hear any time I walk past the radio is someone from Irish Water telling us what we shouldn't be doing with the water. So, I've turned it off and I won't be plugging it back in until we get a decent shower of rain.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Keeping my options closed
I'm glad I never have to make my mind up. It must be hard for young people. They're presented with so many choices, it must be crippling. I'm sitting in my local with my buddy, the Secret Woman. We're in our usual spot, two stools in front of the taps. And they've installed another new tap since the last time we were in here, this morning.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Living at death's door
It's all s***e, really, isn't it? says the Secret Woman. We're in the local, side by side at the bar to the left of the taps. It's one of his days.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: New threads for a new wife…
I'm after buying a Russian wife. I think I am - I'm not sure. I pressed something on the laptop - I don't know. The Irish wife isn't going to be happy. Why didn't I just go to the shops? Ah, Jesus.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: The foods of love
The daughter's after dropping the little grandson in to us, with a sack of avocados. She wants to have the avocados out of the sack and into the little lad, half a one a day, by the end of the month. She's insisting on it.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: A blizzard of bread
I'm with the little grandson and we're feeding the ducks.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: The sands of time and disappearing dog poo
I'm having a day out with the little grandson and we're counting the dog poo. It's not like the old days, because there's very little to count. We only spot three good lumps between the house and the Spar.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Silence is golden… but laughter is better
We had them all in the house last Sunday - the whole family, all the kids, wives, partners, grandkids and a few other strays. One minute, it was just me and the wife in the kitchen. The next, it was me, the wife and more than 20 others.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Down memory lane with Jessica Lange
Jessica Lange, says the wife.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Having my own A&E crisis
You know that scene in Ben Hur where Charlton Heston encounters the lepers? He sees them coming out of a cave and he hides behind a rock. Now, the lepers were his mother and sister, so it must have been quite upsetting - because they would have been in much better nick the last time he saw them. But at least he could get in behind a rock and hide.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: As sick as a small hospital
I was up in Beaumont Hospital a few days ago. I went in reasonably healthy and I came out with three types of flu and a dose of TB as well, I think. And pneumonia and one of those skin diseases that you'd normally see on a dead fish.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: The death of innocence
We all have our heroes. We often forget about them as we get older - the footballer, or the singer, or even a politician - but they're still there inside us hidden away, keeping us company.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Time for a MANicure?
I'm looking at my friend, the Secret Woman. Or Martin, as everyone else knows him. I'm actually looking at his nails - his fingernails. I've never noticed before, but they're very long and well looked after. I'm tempted to take a sneaky photo - get the phone out and pretend I'm checking the football scores - and fire it off to the daughter, to get her verdict.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Redecorated with love
I'm standing on a ladder and I'm holding a roll of wallpaper, more than 20 years after I swore I'd never do it again. I've paste in my hair and all over one lens of my glasses. My arms are aching and the trousers are starting to slide off me. And, really - I swear to God - I don't really know how I got here.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: How to make an old man smile
I'm sick of people asking me what's wrong. So I've been working on the face.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: January blues? Try box sets and Berlin
'We'll go to Berlin, says the wife. - Will we?
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Vincent Price and a very modern horror
I was at a funeral there, yesterday. A cousin I hardly knew. But I'm running out of cousins, so I went along to see him off. There's so many people I know dying these days, I have a special jumper and trousers that I only wear to funerals.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: New year, same old me
I hate the New Year. Actually, I hate everything new. Nearly everything. Clothes, music, recipes, neighbours - the list is probably endless. And the exceptions - babies and hips - they just prove the rule. The vast majority of new things are a pain in the arse, especially the new years.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: A pint and a fateful meeting
Pint? It's the text I've been waiting for all day. I'm into my coat like Batman into his - whatever Batman jumps into when he's in a hurry. And I'm gone, out onto the street - through the letter box; I don't even open the door.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: The December pilgrimage…
I check to make sure I have everything. I pat my pockets and recite the line my father delivered every time he was leaving the house.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: A problem with erosion…
They're all in the house, the wife's family. Her sister, Carmel, and the other sister, Dympna; Carmel's husband, Paddy, and Dympna's new partner whose name I won't bother remembering unless I meet him at least three more times.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Conscience is the voice of the soul - and the daughter
The daughter's an amazing young one, really. I mean, all the kids and grandkids are amazing. It's the only proper way to look at them.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: A thirst-making quest…
I'm in an off-licence with one of my sons.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Lucy in the sky with dogs
It's coming up to Halloween, so me and the wife are doing the rounds. Looking for drugs. To sedate the dogs. And ourselves. We always leave it too late.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: 'Normally, I'd be up off the couch like a cat with a banger up its a**e, and straight down to the pub. But I stay where I am.'
I'm a bit of a lost soul. So the wife is saying, anyway. I think she's just a bit sick of me moping around the place, especially in the evenings. She puts her head on my shoulder when she says it, but it's still a bit hurtful. And, just as her head touches the side of my neck, her hand reaches out...
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Remembering Dunkirk, or at least trying to
The wife says she wants to go to Dunkirk.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Storm in a tea, um, glass…
What gobs***e decided that serving tea in a glass was a good idea? I'm not sure if there are any references to tea in the Bible but I'm betting that Jesus and the lads had theirs in mugs. And his holy mother - with a name like Mary she definitely drank hers from a cup and she went down to the Irish shop in Nazareth for the milk. And a packet of Tayto for Joseph - salt and vinegar.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Potty talk and Generation Overshare
I'm in the jacks. Not at home - in the local. Anyway, I'm in there. And I'm… I'll use the formal expression - I'm urinating. Now, normally I wouldn't be telling you this and you, I'm sure, would be happier if I wasn't. But there's a chap standing beside me and he isn't - urinating, that is. He's making a film.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Fire, fury and Flakes…
The wife is furious. - I'm telling you now, she says. She repeats these words every time she opens a press, looks in, and slams it shut. We're in the kitchen, by the way.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Getting away from it all…
The holidays used to be easier. They were nearly always disastrous; I'm not denying that. But they were more straightforward. You went into Joe Walsh or Budget Travel just after Christmas and got their brochures. You went home and sat with the wife until she decided where you were going. Then you went back in the next day, got into queue and booked it.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: No sparing my blushes…
There are things that we give up on as we get older, and things that give up on us. Eyesight, hair, self-respect: they all walk out the door. Memory strolls out too, and it leaves the door wide open.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Stuck in the middle with you
I push the pub door open.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: No man is an island…
I haven't gone for a pint in ages. That's a bit of a fib - it's a lie. I've been out for a pint a fair few times. But I haven't gone to my local. I've walked in the opposite direction, to a pub that's nearer the house but definitely isn't my local.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage... in which I launch my brand campaign with a stiff drink
I've nothing against Bovril. In fact, I'm quite fond of a drop of Bovril. I even put a dab of it behind my ears once - kind of an experiment to see if the dogs would notice.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: A garden full of memories…
I'm standing out in the back garden with the wife. Now, in actual fact, we don't have a back garden. We have a hole where there used to be one. We used to have grass. No surprise there, I suppose; it's kind of your basic ingredient, isn't it? But we had a lilac bush that was spectacular for a few weeks in the year, and an apple tree that had real apples hanging off it in the autumn. We had all sorts of flowers. The garden - in its way - was lovely.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: 'I’d rather go back to the Christian Brothers for a year than go to a spa for a long weekend'
The wife wants to go to a spa.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: 'I want to ask him about the whole internet thing, dating and that'
I’m only putting the pint to my lips when the text goes off in my pocket. It’s the daughter. The grandson wants to say night-night to Spongebob. I look at the text, I look at the pint. I’ll send her a photo. I’ll unbutton the new shirt, do a Spongebob selfie, and fire it back to her to show the kid before she tucks him in.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: 'I'm stuck shopping with the daughter and I'm terrified'
I’m heading into town with the daughter. Normally, this would be grand. We’d have a wander and a laugh and maybe a drink on the way home. But this is different. I have to buy clothes. The wife used to come with me but she slapped an embargo on it the last time, about two years ago - maybe three years.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: 'My buddy now identifies as a woman'
I’m having a slow pint with my buddy.
Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: 'One of the grandkids wants a tattoo'
One of the grandkids wants a tattoo.
Roddy Doyle: A man condemned...to a spa weekend with the wife
The wife wants to go to a spa. I asked her what she wanted for her birthday and that’s what she came up with.