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Idle Stuff
Cool!
Cool! Tim, Jasper & Matt are over end of Jan to have a look around (5 minutes), eat (10 Minutes) and go to the pub (Saturday, Sunday) and sleep, (Monday). All going well, I will lay on nibbles, party hats, balloons and booze, and the odd tree for Jasper the tree surgeon to climb up, or knock down. Not before Tim has a wee under it, and Matt picks the fruit for a nice apple tart first, obviously.
Not cool. I have to be up in three hours to drive to Tralee, sit and make appreciative noises and make positive, dynamic and enthusiastic gesticulations at some bloke who has no idea what he's letting himself in for and then drive home again. I could just ring him up and say "givvus all your cash and we promise to irritate you for the next five years", but I've found in the past that honesty is not always the best policy, and that it's always better to look your victim in the eye. Even if your's is a bit red and neither are quite looking in the same direction.
Cool! My sister is back from Australia, hopefully carrying with her my new Boomerang, so I won't have to worry about pesky Kangaroos and Wallabies anymore. That's a weight off, I can tell you.
Not cool. I've finished my book so I've nothing left to read. I could start a new one, but I'll be up all night trying to get to the best bit.. This means I shall have to rely on plain 'oul closing my eyes and hoping for the best to get me to sleep tonight/morning. Rubbish method, that I heartily recommend you don't bother with. Least it's never worked for me.
Cool! A very pretty brunette smiled and winked at me from her car at the lights today. Although I may just have imagined it, as it was highly unlikely, I choose to believe it. I was halfway through The Cures' "Boys don't cry" at the time, however, and she may have thought I was trying to get her attention with my odd facial expressions, and responded positively. In which case, yes of course I was luv. Or else she was a little scared and was humouring me. Hmm.
Not cool: I had an 'orrible salad for lunch
Cool! I had pie an' chips for tea!
Oh, go to bed and switch off, you spanner.
My old song book.
I found my old notebook last night, buried under some old boxer shorts I haven't worn for at least a decade in the back of a cupboard at home. Its an old red book that I used to scribble teenage attempts at songs when I first decided to learn guitar back in the eigthies. Actually, thats not strictly true. I and a few friends decided we were in a band. Not that we were going to be in a band, but that we just were in a band. The fact that none of us could play an instrument, or could sing at the time really just didn't either occur, or seem important to us. It was more important that girls thought we were in a band, I think, so we concentrated on just letting them believe it. (Its a lot less hassle)
We even took lots of "band photos".Standing around in woods looking enigmatic and downright miserble in long trenchcoats, a la Echo & the Bunnymen, or with white shirts and braces, casually hanging around in a field with floppy fringes and bad achne. By todays standards, I suppose we were half way there really. In the end, I was the only one to actually bother learning guitar.
Two of us did decide that the odd song wouldn't go amiss, though, so we set about jotting songs down and showing them to each other. Mine were, to say the least, utter rubbish. My friend, however, showed a real flair, and kept coming up with some very clever stuff. I was a bit miffed, to be honest, so I started buying a few of the same albums he had at home in hope of finding what had inspired him. When I started finding a few of the more obscure ones, I found his inspiration written all over the inner sleeves actually. The bastard had been ripping them straight off the album. I think at one stage he had written an entire album, and had the tunes worked out and everything.It was excellant. Surprisingly Identical to the Lotus Eaters' "No sense of sin" album, however. Unsurprisingly, our band never progressed to the, well, post-daft teenage idea stage.
Anyway, the book still survives, and it's more like a diary looking back on it now, with its scratchy entries dated at the top, and some combination of the four chords I knew at the time listed at the bottom.(Am7, G, D and C).I can pick out certain incidents, good and bad, that happened in the period of 3 years it covers. I'm not sure what the hell was going on in August '86 though. Something about chickens and bats and living in flats apparently. And it looks like I had a bit of a world peace phase going on in '86. Must have been band aid. Looks like I spent a lot of time walking along beaches and harbours under clear sky's in the freezing cold too. No wonder I never grew past 5 foot 7 and have a high tollerance for the cold.
Not our "band"
Friday Afternoon
Can I go home now?
I've done all me work, cleaned me desk and packed me bag an everything.
How could we ever have had double maths on a Friday evening at school? Cruel and unusal punishment from the Christian Brothers. I can barely keep my eyes open.
Pleeeeeease?
For Beck!
Thought you might like to see where the Leprechauns live Beck! Modest little pad for the tight fisted little gits. Obviously bought with their illicit earnings from their vicious drugs empire and pimping activities, the evil little time bandits.
The Smoking Ban Arrives.....and, well, hardly a murmer....
I dropped into my local on Monday night, just to see what it looked like when you could see the the far wall. It's actually quite colourful in there without the blue smoke hanging at head height throughout the bar. I sat with 3 smoker friends and we disected the world over 3 guinness. We had 3 pints each, and due to the cold night outside (probably 3 degress) they had only 3 fags each all night. Unfortunatly i was home a lot sooner then 3am. The picture is not the best, but trust me, you would have found it difficult to make out the back wall through the fog the Saturday before. The pubs have always been to smokey (speaking as an ex-smoker), so this ban was just the thing people like me needed to cut out the last remnants of the habit; the social smoke. I woke up the next morning without smelling like i'd been down the mines for a change!
Anyway, I had a good night, and good things happen in threes. So thats me buggered for the rest of the week.....
The Spire in Dublin
Something very spooky about Dublins newest landmark, the shiny silver spire on O'Connel street. Some people don't like it, but i love the way it disappears in the sky. Keep expecting the giant from Jack and the beanstalk to climb down it.
