A forever work in progress

The older I get the more the realisation hits me that some of us in this life are destined to never find love. I mean okay, sure, statistically that should almost be an impossibility in a world of eight billion people. We must all have more than one potential soulmate with a number that big, it just stands to reason and yet, when it comes to Jake, my best mate of 33 years I'm seriously starting to have my reservations. The boy is a perpetual car crash just waiting to happen when it comes to matters of the heart. Truth be told our Jake was a late bloomer when it came to members of the opposite sex. He finally popped his cherry on a lads holiday to Mykonos at the age of 21 to a local girl by the name of Phanie Zervas who the lads quickly christened magnet for obvious reasons. Transpires we all missed a trick because apparently Zervas in Greek means hunter . Zeus, Aphrodite and the rest of em had already bestowed us with a gift from the God's which we missed entirely. Trust twent...

The thing about urban legends and myths was that they didn't necessarily have to be true, they just needed the right people in the underbelly of society to believe that they were true. After that everyone automatically just found themselves falling into line. The O'Garrety brothers carried before them such legends and myths that even if just 10% were grounded in reality then you'd not wish to find yourself within a mile of them. It was a self imposed court style restraining order you'd only break if you had exhausted every other conceivable option or because you had a death wish. If anyone had witnessed those events first hand, if in fact they were true, then no one in their right mind would ever say as much. I doubt they'd even say it to themselves in their heads for fear or being accused of being on the Queens payroll. These two were by name and reputation what the kids on the street would now call proper OG’s.  If you'd been academically minded you might have...