Wednesday, April 20, 2005

JUST FUCK OFF!!!!

I'M WRITING THIS ENTRY IN CAPS TO REFLECT MY SHEER FUCKING CONTEMPT FOR THE BUILDERS IN WORK. LADS, DO ONE!!! CAN'T GET A MINUTE'S PEACE WITHOUT THIS KANGO-HAMMER DRILLING INTO MY SKULL.

SAKES.

Monday, April 18, 2005

Out from my rock

So, where was I? Oh yeah, not blogging is where. Poor performance by me, I'll try to pick it up.

Still, a poor performance is what we didn't get from Liverpool in the week. For those of you living under a rock in Thurles, Champion's League semi-final!!! Bring on those lousy Russians, we'll kick 'em back to Rooskie-land and tell them to shut that Iron Curtain on the way back in.

Or maybe not, if our Premiership form is anything to go by. We were unlucky against Spurs on Saturday, should have taken their scalp. Still, we possess the best midfielder in England (John Giles' words, not mine), so optimism remains.

Of course I refer to Xabi Alonso. The other lad, Gerrard, is a good player but I'd be hard pressed to find a Liverpool fan in the last eight weeks who isn't tempted by the prospect of Stg35million. Sell him to fuck, and Kewell (waste of space) and Morientes (tackle shirker) and Pellegrino (disaster) and Smicer. I'll leave those particular brackets to you.

So, away from the field of play I've been playing away in Bantry and Limerick over these two weekends. The first with Johnny, Pike and the aul fella was drunken and pretty and, yes, pretty drunken again. The latter sees me sitting on my hole watching football and reading up on the exploits of former Mirror editor Piers Morgan.

Typos aside in the book (I just can't let the pedantry go) it's a riveting read. Morgan himself couldn't be more of a self-serving snake if he tried, devoid of morality as you might imagine any tabloid editor to be. However, by the same token he weaves one extraordinary tale after another. I'm no politiphile, as you know, but his tales of the Blairs, Mandelson, Gordon Brown and Murdoch make it all fascinating stuff.

Kinda makes me want to be a journalist.

Friday, April 08, 2005

Sits. Grins. Exits.

As if from nowhere, I'm back.

Yeah, I know, I've been lazy as sin with the bloggery this past aeon, but, y'know, I just didn't want to. It's as good an excuse as any.

Actually, there's a point. 'Not wanting to' is the best reason for ever getting out of doing something you don't want to do.

"Come on to fuck, come to this play with me. It's got great reviews and will enhance your life no end."

"No."

"Give me one good reason why you can't come."

"Because I don't want to."

An end to it.

So, I've been up to stuff. It's been a well of refreshment ever since I got over my ills. Last night was Neary's and I wager tonight may be just the same. I'm loving the shindig, Skehan or no Skehan. And there was me thinking his absence would lend me a healthier hue. N'at all...

It's Bantry this weekend with John and Pike and the aul lad. What happens? The wilds of Cork tend to bring out the brazen in me, must be the Murphy's.

On a similar theme, I've given up Guinness. She wasn't helping.

All very random this. Safe to say I'm in the best form of the year so far, quite content with my lot. Can't smile wide enough, me...