IdleBones

Killarney

I'm here three weeks now, which has probably given Finn time to re-stock on wine glasses, etc. The Hotel is a lovely five star little place which dosen't deserve my kind inattention, I'm sure. So far i've Broken two cups, one plate, and created a large dent in the wood paneling surrounding the snooker table. Not bad. Still, it means my house is still intact. The best thing that ever happened my house was for me to move out and rent it to Andy, an ex-army Welshman who studiously (and somewhat unnervingly) folds his towels and bedclothes to exact measurements every morning and puts things away in their proper places so that I have no hopes of finding them. It'll take me months to get back to normal when he moves out. I'm not sure Finn would agree though, and is probably the main reason she's keen to finish refurbishing her house and getting us to move into mine. I think she feels unkown tennants will cause less damage thaen known clumsy boyfriend. Less floor space: less damage.

I haven't seen much of the town, although I can recommend Courtney's for their good range of bottled beers, and dissuade visits to anywhere subtitled "traditional". Otherwise known as poor selection and cheap music. If it has to promote itself as traditional Irish, it probably isn't. One bar took a dim view of me turning up red-eyed and straw-haired (after too long in the swimming pool with no googles) but cared less for the man sleeping blissfully in the corner with a can of special brew tettering on the table in front of him. Served with a grimace only barmen can give.

Tonight I played snooker against myself and lost. I was on the black, ready to sink it and claim glory, when I sneezed and potted the white, losing the game to myself. Lost 20 quid to me which I'm sure will just be spent on sweeties.

I retreated back to my hotel room, defeated to lick my wounds. My neighbouring room has decided to babysit their kids with the telly, and so MTV is seeping throught the walls. I set my alarm for six thirty, full volume, to remind them I'm here. I go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, shatter the glass as i return the brush to its holder, and get ready for bed. The maid comes round to ask do I need my bed turned down, but I assure her I remember how to do that much, but could I have a new glass.I check my emails and respond accordingly to all non Irish memebers on my MSN list as to why I don't really want to Kill-Arnie, etc. Thankfully the hotel is running well and not experienceing any of the network problems it had experince earlier, inexplicably during the same time R. my colleague was downloading the first series of lost to his laptop from his bedroom via the TV cable network point, so I can sleep easy, and wait for breakfast.

I slept badly last night, despite taking a Melatonin pill to help me drop off, so tonight I'm relying on good old fashioned feeling shattered to do the trick. And the odd bang on the wall to shut up the neighbours, obviously.

23.2.06 02:31