Cough, splutter and splash. Hello.
Mighty fine weather we're having this weather. Took myself off to Killiney on Thursday just gone, then Dalkey and back to the hubbub. It was class, I lapped up the sea and the sound of silence and sight of affluence and it was nice. Sun was splitting the stones too, even the chickenheads were made bearable by my sunny state.
Anyway, it's Saturday and I'm sat at my work desk. Why? Happenstance. I don't care. I'm full of excessive energy now that I'm ten days gargleless. Best I've felt in an age. Still, wouldn't mind a cider, it being the nice weather and all.
What else? The head is shaved. I've the look of a psychopath about me - until the glasses go on, that is.
What else? I'm having The Arcade Fire. 'Power Out' is one of the best things I've heard since I managed a nascent John Cash. They are Talking Heads. They are Bowie. They are The Cure. They are the business.
What else? I'm off.