Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Designs of Love

Somebody said to me I always pick songs based on the narrative. I love the narrative of this song and of course the talents of Buckingham and Nicks. It won't let me embed the song so here's the link.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxxBHYfp5v4&feature=related

Copy and paste. I love it.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Song of the week

Forgot how much I loved this last year. Going to rekindle my appreciation for this week.

A job center classic...

So I've been on the dole for around 18 weeks now. 18 fun filled weeks of living off £51.92 or some ridiculous figure like that. It's been a right laugh I have to tell you, spending all that lovely free dosh! I've never been as bored out of my skull in my entire 23 years. I actually admire the wanker who can sponge off the state and not harm themselves or others because seriously they have to withstand days without end of absolutely NOTHING. You get up, you eat, you watch telly, apply for a few jobs, eat again; whilst watching telly, you think about things, you think about nothing.... blah blah etc etc.

To put it neatly IT'S PROPER SHIT.

But this week the Job Center sent me a joke in the post, It must be part of some Christmas scheme to cheer people up and it certainly did amuse me. This week they decided to set me up with a special 18 -25 opportunity. Where basically they get some cheapskate wanker company to employ you at minimum wage on a short-term contract just to get you off benefits for a few weeks. Now this is fair enough and if you are super lucky you could actually gain some good work experience, however, this is England and this is a government run scheme so don't get your hopes up.

So basically they've offered me the following job in Chelmsford, Essex, which is well over 30 miles away from where I live. The job is minimum wage for some Publishing company and advertises itself with the following description:

Experience in an industry that is often difficult to access. Duties: Answering the phone and greeting visitors, processing unsolicited manuscripts, screening and distributing email coming to the info address, preparing readers' reports for agents, liaison with London Metropolitan Archive, updating the website, filing, ordering stationary....(all seeming pretty normal so far but then...) general housekeeping - waste paper baskets, WASHING UP, watering of plants.


So let's weigh up the pro's and con's that will affect my decision regarding this job.

  • It's 30 miles away and includes GENERAL HOUSEKEEPING DUTIES
  • It's 30 miles away and is minimum wage
  • It's 30 miles away and will cost all of my minimum wage salary in transport to get there
  • It's 30 miles away and I don't drive
  • It's 30 miles away
  • It's 30 miles away
  • It's 30 miles away
  • It's 30 miles AWAY!
Oh, and I forgot to mention if I don't accept this job they will be stopping my £51.92 payment from here on. On Thursday I'm going to go to my appointment and kindly inform them where they can shove their 18 -25 opportunity. Right up their anal retentive shithole!

    Tuesday, December 7, 2010

    Sunday, December 5, 2010

    I'm too young for this...

    One of my friends has moved to Peckham. Not into cheap student digs but a rather grand house with a high spec kitchen. Last night they had a dinner party with lots of friends, food and wine. And the only thought occupying my mind? "I'm too young for this".

    Sunday, November 28, 2010

    Patrick Kavanagh

    A great poem and a great song.

    Sunday night soother

    Having a BLUE OYSTER CULT Sunday

    Dad quotes of the week....

    My own take on a Harry Hill TV Burp favourite containing the best quotes from my Dad.

    I'd horsewhip the lot of them
    After watching X-factor for less than a minute

    Look at the state of that one. The face of it. The only thing she needs is a head transplant.
    On seeing Big Mo on Eastenders
    Big Mo from Eastenders
    Wagner X-Factor


    Wednesday, November 10, 2010

    Thursday, October 28, 2010

    Kurt Vile

    Y'all should be listening to Kurt Vile. I love his voice. Very sexy and his lyrics are miserable too, here's a little taster

    Tuesday, October 26, 2010

    From the previously mentioned Phyllis collection

    The Small Faces -All or Nothing

    This song was played on repeat for two years. 2005-2006


    Monday, October 25, 2010

    Thieves like us

    I really am loving this group at this very moment in time...Maybe I like their videos more. Like mini films they are good to watch.

    She's got dirty dishes on the brain

    Sent home on Saturday night by my mates after one double tooo many. Get home I'm guessing around 2am-ish and start washing up. I apparently had the company of two of my brothers as I did this. I remember one of them being there. The other I have no recollection of or the £30 I forced upon him because he had lent me it the previous week. I woke up yesterday thinking "How the fuck did I spend £40 on a taxi from Camden!". I also proceeded to do the laundry and take my Mum's washing from the tumble dryer sometime around 3am up to her room. Of course I woke her up. Sleepily and confused she asked me what I was doing... "the laundry Mum". She then asked me if they were folded... they weren't... she tutted and told me to put them down as I dropped them straight onto the floor and staggered out of the room.

    Really must remember not to attempt housework after a night out again. It will not be appreciated.

    Monday, October 18, 2010

    Spank me?

    Just noticed every time I click "Next Blog" at the top left of my blogs page it leads me straight to blogs about S & M, Spanking and other Bondage blogs. I'm holding a slight concern that this may be the categorisation within which my blog falls? Someone else click "Next Blog" and let me know... a few months ago it wouldn't stop taking me to Religious blogs. In quick consideration that was worse.

    For example... http://positivelyspanking.blogspot.com have a read of the profile on this blog. Naughty naughty

    The Dole

    This week my Dole was cut by 92p. After investigating a doubt they believed that it cost me 92p less to live every week. I would really really love to know how they came about this sum. I can't even think of anything that costs 92p.

    92p!

    Wankers.

    Oh.



    When David Bowie was less good. His voice is especially horrible at "only me" 1 min 46. This makes me believe in the evolution of rock stars. Maybe one day (band not to be named) will be worth listening to.

    Wednesday, October 13, 2010

    This is England

    Dream job = Picking the soundtrack for film and television. Love this song from This is England '86. It's a lovely treat. Get ya feeling groovy irie.

    Sunday, October 10, 2010

    10.10.10

    Transient modern lifestyle can leave you feeling a little empty.

    Thursday, October 7, 2010

    This song is truly lovely

    Stole this off a friend's page. I love it and i've never heard it before now!

    Meow

    Today I bought a plant. Some sort of Orchid thingy... it most likely won't make Christmas and if I'm lucky Halloween. This plant along with my cat Bigfoot (who looks strikingly like Adolf) is making me feel very spinster-ish. Living back at home with my parents in their attic, with my cat and my plant. LIFE IS EXCITING.

    Monday, October 4, 2010

    What the Job Centre Plus had to offer today...

    Today, at the Job Centre Plus office, I saw the biggest camel toe I've ever seen, on a middle-aged convict wearing tight grey sweat pants. It was definitely bigger than a man's clenched fist. She was also sitting with her teenage son which made the incident all the more disturbing. I am really looking forward to signing on again in two weeks time. Who knows what I might see next time!

    Saw this a couple of weeks ago....

    These girls are my new favorite thing... Warpaint. This song is Undertow

    Thursday, August 19, 2010

    Thursday, June 3, 2010

    Keepers

    Night with out alcohol and company lead to finding new music. Just stumbled on this: it's a keeper.

    Darlin Don't

     Feeling cranky and tired after two weeks of constant alcoholism. 23 days till I leave Ireland and move back home to London. I got alcohol depression. First night off the booze... back on it tomorrow. Drink the days away.

    This song is a keeper.

    Tuesday, May 18, 2010

    Sunday, May 16, 2010

    When I was 19

    When I was 19 I lived in an attic over looking a seriously old Abbey/ Graveyard in Howth. The house was a bit mad and I shared it with some interesting Slovakians.

    Myself and my drunkaa friend christened my little room Phyllis , good times were had in Phyllis pre-drinking shoulders of vodka with my funny house mate Simona. Her stories of kissing all the boys in nightclubs back home and getting beaten up by their girlfriends were highly entertaining. My first Friday night in the house before I went off to get trashed with my friends consisted of smoking cigars, drinking some wild Slovakian shots and watching Faithless live on the telly. I kinda wish  I spent more time drinking with these guys as they were quite funny.

    I only spent 3 and a half months living in this house but it was my first home that I lived in without friends or family and it certainly left some interesting experiences ingrained in my mind.

    I have so many songs that remind me of this house and my little attic room Phyllis. So i'm going to post one up each week and put them under the Phyllis Collection. They just bring back some good memories.

    Saturday, May 15, 2010

    Tom Petty

    Watched a looooooong documentary on this man last night. I love this song... the sitar is amazing. So 80's I love it.

    Monday, May 10, 2010

    Bauman bites

    CLARISSA  Zygmunt Bauman explains it all...


    'The strategy of carpe diem is a response to a world emptied of values pretending to be lasting'


    http://www.culturewars.org.uk/2004-02/identity.htm

    Do read.

    Lovely

    She & Him make lovely songs. This one in particular sums up a situation. There's an empty sound to the song.

    Guns in the sky

    I think ya'll should listen to this now. It's just very very good.

    Sunday, May 9, 2010

    Strange dreams


    My sister-in-law freaked me out this week telling me she dreamt that I was in a chemist with her complaining about the price of a pregnancy test I was trying to purchase. VILE. In the dream she came over and informed me that you could buy cheaper ones in the local pound shop. BILE.

    Dreams about pregnancy  under the age of 30 are hideous. In no way shape or form do I want to be associated with a minor before I have finished my life of lunacy and bad choices. Luckily after much research I can calm myself with the knowledge that dreaming about pregnancy or other people dreaming that you are pregnant will not get you pregnant. I repeat NOT get you pregnant.

    What is interesting is the quote I found below:

    For a man to dream that he is the father of a child he is warned about indiscriminate sexual relations and one night stands.

    A good few months ago someone I know had this dream. Ha!

    Saturday, May 8, 2010

    Human Nature

    I do like this Michael Jackson cover. Poor MJ.

    Thursday, April 29, 2010

    Another favourite poem...


    This is a poem by Robert Service. A poem which I loved to read as a kid. I think it addresses with humour the thin line between appearance and reality.

    My Madonna
    I haled me a woman from the street,
       Shameless, but, oh, so fair!
    I bade her sit in the model’s seat
       And painted her sitting there.
    
    I hid all traces of her heart unclean;
       I painted a babe at her breast;
    I painted her as she might have been
       If the Worst had been the Best.
    
    She laughed at my picture and went away.
        Then came, with a knowing nod,
    A connoisseur, and I heard him say;
       “’Tis Mary, the Mother of God.”
    
    So, I painted a halo round her hair,
       And I sold her and took my fee,
    And she hangs in the church of Saint Hillaire,
       Where you and all may see.

    Monday, April 26, 2010

    Tainted Love....

    Sometimes I feel I've got to run away...

    I never realised this song was so old. Which version do you like?

    Gloria's?




    Or the "ORIGINAL"...Soft Cell?



    Or Marilyn's?

    Sunday, April 25, 2010

    Three days till my finals

    And what better way to prepare for them than a bit of Toots...


    Wednesday, April 21, 2010

    One hit wonders...

    I went to visit my brother Barry today. His place is only round the corner from my mother's house but during my short trips home I never manage to see him properly. However, this time with me being on crutches and stuck in the middle of some hideous assignments a trip to his seemed like the perfect way to procrastinate and catch up with a sibling of course! I enjoy our little chats as they happen once or twice a year. Brief but informative! The one thing that is great about these little catch ups is that we will spend most of the time talking about music and I almost always come away with a new song (usually something quite old) that I would never have heard of otherwise...

    Here is the latest contribution to my musical database a 1988 one hit wonder and a song that featured in Silence of the Lambs.

    Tuesday, April 20, 2010

    10CC

    I'm not in love. There's something so relaxing about this song and for some strange reason it has the ability to make me feel slightly better. When I'm feeling slightly manic what ever instruments are used in the song (I'm too ignorant to know) work at calming me down.

    I also just love the utter denial of any emotion in the lyrics.

    Monday, April 19, 2010

    Oh, my love has lost her diamond touch.
    And I, I've lost her emerald eyes.
    And she is falling from my clutch.
    But the strange thng is, it comes as no surprise...

    Tonight, I felt it go for good
    (tonight I felt it go for good)
    Last night, I thought it was invincible
    (last night I thought it was invincible)
    But now the bells have cracked,
    I don't look back;
    We always knew they would.
    And now the bells don't ring so much,
    For I've lost my magic touch.

    And my love has lost her stained-glass face.
    And I can't hear her sirens call.
    And soon someone will step into my place,
    'Cause I can't hear their silvery sound at all...

    Tonight, I felt it go for good
    (tonight I felt it go for good)
    Last night, I thought it was invincible
    (last night I thought it was invincible)
    But now the bells have cracked,
    I don't look back;
    We always knew they would.
    And now the bells don't ring so much,
    For I've lost my magic touch.

    All the pennies and the pounds won't buy it back.
    When my love comes 'round, she's always dressed in black.
    All the pennies and the pounds won't buy it back.
    When my love comes 'round, she's always dressed in black.

    And my love has lost her sun-down smile.
    And I, I've lost my moonlight glow.
    And she hasn't come in colours for a while,
    But, of course, we all know:
    These things just come and go.

    Tonight, I felt it go for good
    (tonight I felt it go for good)
    Last night, I thought it was invincible
    (last night I thought it was invincible)
    But now the bells have cracked,
    I don't look back;
    We always knew they would.
    And now the bells don't ring so much,
    For I've lost my magic touch.
    And she's falling from my clutch,
    'Cause I've lost my magic touch. 

    Saturday, April 17, 2010

    Story of your life...

    I have just over one month till I finish third level education. After a little dilly-dallying I am finishing up two years later than the majority of my peers. But I have had the joy of moving away from home, learning the value of contraception through nannying and the hideousness of living with reptiles (seven assorted species of lizard to be precise!).

    It seems  that over the past three years the most common uttering from my mouth revolves around 'doing an essay'.

    'I've got to do an essay',

    'Sorry, I can't go out; I've got to do an essay'

    'No I have essays to do'

    'Can't do that I have an essay to write for Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Christmas Day, Easter Bank Holiday, May Bank Holiday, your birthday, my birthday, her birthday, his birthday!' - I'm always doing a fucking essay.

    The story of my life... always doing an essay

    But never actually finishing any!

    Friday, April 16, 2010

    Stornoway

    Being housebound in London I've listened to this band a good bit ... their album is out in May I think.

    Saturday, April 10, 2010

    VOM

    Symptoms of a Meniscus Tear?

    Individuals who experience a meniscus tear usually experience pain and swelling as their primary symptoms. Another common complaint is joint locking, or the inability to completely straighten the joint. This is due to a piece of the torn cartilage physically impinging the joint mechanism of the knee.
    The most common symptoms of a meniscus tear are:

    Knee pain
    Swelling of the knee
    Tenderness when pressing on the meniscus
    Popping or clicking within the knee
    Limited motion of the knee joint

    Love Dee Edwards

    Hooray For Mammies



    Today is a great day... I have been housebound and partially immobile for over 48 hours. During this time I haven't had one visitor. I have however taken two baths, I love baths... not as fun as they are in other peoples houses but still fun altogether. I fell over a few times in what could describe as character building moments, dinner time was fun, agonizingly as I cheerfully slaved over the cooker in an attempt to make fajitas balancing on one leg. SUPER! Biting into undercooked, jelly-like, chicken with oozing bloody corners wasn't so cheerful. I fucked it all in the bin and proceeded to have a full blown I'm-the-angriest-person-in-the-world attack. Afraid that my crippled-ness would be accompanied by stomach cramps, vomiting and diarrhoea I sat in fear for the next hour or so waiting for the onset of salmonella poisoning. Thankfully, after months of my house-mates midnight cooking fests my stomach has become immune to undercooked, contaminated meats. 


    However, salvation comes in the form of my dearest mother who is flying over this evening to take care of her useless good-for-nothing 23 year old baby who is inept at everything.

    Hooray for Mammies. 

    Friday, April 9, 2010

    Holding my knee in absolute contempt


    Well folks, it's that time of year again where I have to suffer some sort of freakish accident where I ruin my already damaged knee and find myself crippled and housebound. YAY! Except this time I didn't jump over a wall or chase after tall dark stranger to fall in front of 50,000 people outside a nightclub, noooo... I did it whilst eating a Wagon wheel and watching Coronation Street on the telly.

    Basically I tore my Meniscus in my knee and chipped off some cartilage in a beautiful skiing accident three winters ago. It all happened on my second morning on the slopes, hungover from a night of absolute tyranny my two skiing companions forced me to take on an icy red slope (far too advanced for my limited skills) which concluded in me hurtling down the slope towards a huge steel bollard holding up the ski lift. In a moment of panic I turned my skis as hard as I could into the side of the mountain, hoping to slow down, but instead coming to an immediate halt and my boot staying wedged in the ski with my lower leg up right and the whole weight of my body falling over the opposite side creating a dramatic popping and cracking noise inside my leg.

    I bit that snow so hard -roaring in agony. I'm known for my foul tongue but I think I outdid myself that morning cursing everything under the sun as I struggled to pop my boot out of the ski to relieve the pressure. As I regained vision I looked up at the ski lift all I could see were my 'cool' mates heading for the black slopes laughing their arses off at me creaming myself completely and utterly on this ridiculous ice mound! Some snowboards pulled over to ask if I was okay but I hadn't quite stopped swearing yet and kindly told them to leave me alone (delusional in pain). My ski companions ushered me to get up but I fell in agony once again drawing the attention of a 'mountain ranger' who called a snow mobile for me. Thinking I'd get a fun lift on one of those From Russia with love style ski jets, I can only tell you my horror as they strapped me into something that resembled a rucksack on poles. (Please check out picture above)

    Anyway, to conclude from this, every few months or so I tend to do something that fucks up my knee. But who knew watching television and eating wagon wheels could be so dangerous!

    Wednesday, April 7, 2010

    Tuesday, April 6, 2010

    My Headache

    I have 20,000 words worth of assignments to write up for college before the 30th May 2010. I have a 10,000 Thesis and 10,000 words of random shitty essays to conjure up in 7 weeks.

    Somebody please shoot me.

    Thursday, April 1, 2010

    Why I love Adidas

    Because they use northern soul in there adverts

    Monday, March 29, 2010



    "Mostly you just make me mad"

    Breakfast at Tiffany's

    So for breakfast this morning (afternoon) I stumbled into our living room, shoved the Sunday Times and Sunday Independent, unread from 2 weeks ago, off the couch and helped myself to a nutritious slice of cold, old pizza and a few spicy wedges. I washed this down with a pint of flat coke.

    Yes, last night a pregnant man delivered myself and Meg a Mizonni's meal deal at 2am. As neither of us had credit we had to order online and wait for email updates on our delivery. This was our second attempt to get a pizza delivery after we Facebooked her little brother to ring Dominos! He said he got through and ordered our meal at midnight, one hour later we were still waiting. Her brother was now off-line, so we facebooked our friend begging her to ring them and see where our food was. Our good friend only got through to an answer machine but left a kind message asking where our food was. The food never came...

    So we got some online pizza.

    I hate myself.

    Just the general feeling

    If today were a fish, I'd throw it back in.

    Saturday, March 27, 2010

    Tuesday, March 23, 2010

    So it's a little bit chilly in here tonight...


    Bord Gais are mean, mean little trolls. Tonight they cut off our gas! And not because we are refuse to pay our bills or have committed any indecency towards them but because someone on their side is an incompetent tranny! I have no idea why I would suggest that a member of their staff cross-dresses, but I can only assume they spend their time doing something vile like that - instead of doing their job! So this is what we are left with... no showers (the misery!) no hot water, no heating and no dry clothes! Brrrr Sooo whose house can I take a bath in???

    Saturday, March 20, 2010

    This song is sad but I like it

    Considering sobriety

    Realising my finals are less than a month away I should be considering sobriety. But then I had a flash back to last summer when I had to give up drink for a month due to health concerns and I remembered how much drunk people fucking piss me off. I think I'll leave sobriety to those who can handle it... but I also think that the majority of people I know have an unhealthy dependency on booze. Being one of the worst I probably should try and give my liver a break but the habitual banalities of everyday life are far to gross to contend with 24/7. Also the vileness of people in general could easily turn someone to hardcore alcoholism. Which reminds me of one encounter last year ***FLASHBACK*** Walking into Dakota on South William street, the bar is really crowded with short, fat, balding mummies boys who have probably never enjoyed one exciting or different thing in their lives. As we squeeze by the bar, I am totally sober and one of these one of these 'wrong-side-of-thirty' wankers steps in front of myself and a friend. As I go he turns very loudly to his friend remarking that I am in fact "below average". Being sober I was totally aware of this ugly creature making an 'assessment' of me. I kindly turned around and told this ugly fat sad little man to shove his assessment up his arse. Unfortunately being sober makes encounters of this kind much harder to brush over in a drunken blur. It would have gone right over my head with a few dropsies. Guzzzzzzler.

    Thursday, March 18, 2010

    What Katie did next


    I really want Katie Price's false eyelashes. They are so beautiful and carefully crafted out of 1000 squirrel's tails. They are just so bushy and great for sweeping the floor too. If only I had 1000 squirrels to make a set for myself.

    This song is just so good. I wish I was somewhere hot and far far away

    Thursday, March 11, 2010

    Crack Wolf.... a sheep in wolves clothing!

    Every year a crazy friend of mine makes us all partake in fancy dress for her birthday. They are usually themed and are definitely a highlight of the social calender. Unfortunately mixing fancy dress and unsettling amounts of vodka; wine; champers; toilet duck has always led to the demise of one's social character. I've attended four of these themed events and each time I have pushed the boundaries of my drunk and disorderly talents.

    The first year I didn't quite make it to pre-drinks in the birthday girls house, the usual starting point for the night of degradation, I think I was working in some hole possible a glorified poncy bakery in Clontarf. Anyway I joined the motley crew in all their glorious attire (the theme was 60's & 70's) in Radio City. At this point I was hardly friends with any of the group as I was really just a newling to the scene, however I was delighted by efforts in costume making... velvet leotards for crotchtastic times, afro's, gold tight pants etc. That night I ended up in a session somewhere in Howth, a house I have been to many times since yet fail to have ever met the person who lived there and was hosting the party. I'd say I've been there around four times and still have no idea who they are. What I do remember is attempting to use their exercise ball and smashing my back on their radiator in the middle of their session. Also waking up in the morning to find myself and a friend stranded in this house whilst the lovely boys we knew kindly legged it getting a lift in a car. This left us with one of the longest walks of shame I have ever known. Not only did we not know where we were, there was no phone to call a taxi and no address to send it too. On walking out of the house we soon realised we were somewhere very far round the back of howth hill, we walked all the Sutton in fancy dress. It was horrible.

    The second year was Pimps and Hoes. A beautiful chance for all our friend to dress up as whores!! Getting to the party was quite the embarrassing ordeal. Basically pink velour hot pants, stripey bra, garters, fish net stocking and jonnies hanging out of your lingerie. I had finallly found my niche in the group and was well settled into the motely crew at this stage. So comfortable in fact that I proceeded to do an irish gig in the aforementioned costume in front of the Birthday Girl's entire family... included aunties, uncles, parents and possible younger brothers. One of those fine life cherishing moments where one should have definitely reigned it in!!! I do believe this memory of my is still ingrained on the families mind. I finished the night by leaping off a chair on to my newly injuried knee (skiing accident) and having to be carried home. Great.

    The third year, well, a classic of all classics. The theme was punk. And boy I acted like a punk. After spending a good four hours and seven litres of industrial strength hairspray on back-combing, 10 sticks of eye-liner and one million safety pins I proceeded to drink twelve gallons of rose wine. We got to the pub and I decided it would be a great idea to leg it off to a random party to meet a new aquaintence. This is all well and good and if you've ever been to my local you'll know it can be as happening as a bag of oul wan's knickers so to get out of there and invited to a random session was a great idea. Also there was a high couple to single person ratio at this years shindig so I was dying to leave!But under intoxication I totally forgot the costume I was wearing. So I hopped in a very expensive taxi to some random house in Malahide all the while laughing with the taxi man about how much I actually didn't have a clue about the person I was going to meet and the random session I was going to. I get out of the gaf and some stranger answers the door... I soon realise this party is full of people wearing tracksuits and all wondering why the fuck i'm covered in eye-liner and saftey pins!!! Cringetastic. I then proceed to smash a bottle of absinthe and have some awkward conversations about ice-cubes up people's vagina's with some of the lovely guests there. Cue the wonderful moment where my friend suggests we move on to a more 'punk friendly' session at his friends house. He forgot to mention his friend's house is covered in plane porn, and when I say porn I mean just thousands and thousands of pictures of planes. EVERYWHERE! I'm not sure there were any pictures of family members unless they were standing on, in or beside a plane. It was quite the collection... luckily that night I managed to sleep in a tardis. Again the next morning was fun sitting still dressed as punk not knowing the exact where abouts of my location. Later finding out that I was the only one in the room not to use hair straighteners (the room being male populated) was another delightful treat.

    Never the less this year takes the biscuit. Not only was my costume questionable but my debauched behaviour also. So everyone was dressed up as a cowboy or an Indian (native American) bar one lady dressed in a Sari with bindi (nail art sticker). To cut a long blog short... I dressed as a wolf. The link here may seem tenuous but all I can say is 'Dances with Wolves" and "The wolf and the Indian once lived in harmony..." blah blah. Following a lot of drinking, possibly seven different types of liquor, a snow storm, lantern lighting, a boogie bus and some shots in Tamangoes (The place I hate) I decided to head home. So rushing off in my woooolfy attire; I'M NOT A FUCKING CAT, I'M A WOLF, I hopped in a taxi and pointed to the peninsula. Where by I reached 50 yards from my door and decided to hop out for a night cap at my local. Still sporting a black painted nose, grey face, torn clothing -wolf style and small pointed ears. Much to the delight of the drinking strangers in the pub. To ease the pain of my awkward fancy dress lacking a fancy dress party I decided to take up smoking and headed to the beer garden. There I met a few nice polite lads from swords who I freaked out with odd conversation whilst pilfering their nicotine sticks. They soon got bored of my solitary wolfness and I found myself alone with my vodka. But this didn't kick in a polite cue to go home... oh no... I just decided to take myself across the road to another drinking establishment to further my reputation as a weirdo with the local neighbourhood. As I made my way through the faces of 50's to 60's age bracket I seriously began to feel a little uneasy, but not as uneasy as the people looking at me! I made my way to roof where my craving for cigarettes had suddenly reached that of an addicts... I then gatecrashed the local Centra's work party taking all their cigarettes before telling them that I would pop in to see them all the next day when I would most likely be buying bread and nurofen with my crack- I mean house mate. Follow this with a few hiccups, another encounter with someone I actually know, one more vodka, some teeth grinding (I wasn't on drugs) and I wake up in my coat in my bed still in wolf's clothing at 12pm the next day.

    Oh and just for good measure there are candles lighting all round the apartment because of some raw chicken smell escaping from the bin. Well wolves do kill chickens right?

    The flaw in paganism


    Drink and dance and laugh and lie,
    Love, the reeling midnight through,
    For tomorrow we shall die!
    (But, alas, we never do.)


    One of my favorite poems by Dorothy Parker.


    Good luck with the hangover you party hard wankaaah's!!!!

    Leaving Dublin....

    The count down is on...

    24th of June 2010