This is Susie. My Grandmother. That's probably a glass of Vodka in her hand. She's a sucker for the old Vodka, Susie is. She spends a lot of time on her own, so occasionally I visit her. She sits and smokes, while I sit and read whatever paper is left over from Sunday. She is full of words of wisdom, although usually I don't take her advice. I remember last year when Michael Jackson died, she said "One minute he was black, the next he was white, but all I know is he was a powerful dancer". I don't even know how she knew who Michael Jackson was.
Shite & Daldroms
To this day I have no idea what that phrase means, but it is only said when things are going horribly wrong. Shite & Daldroms.
Her party piece is fortune telling. She'll carefully put on her reading glasses, grab a book from the shelf or drawer, ( the last time it was a pocket bible). She'll slowly grab the poor creatures hand and glance at his palm while making various facial expressions that could either signify death or happiness. When she has the person's, cynic or not, full attention, she'll say her phrase while pointing at the three crooked lines on the palm.
This is the line for happiness, this one is for sorrow, if you don't shite today, you'll be sure to shite tomorrow.
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