Thursday, June 08, 2006


Finally made it up to the Iveagh Gardens off Harcourt Street today. I'd only heard of them recently and became intrigued. I was led to believe they were an oasis of calm in the middle of this vast and broken building site of a city.

Disappointingly, all I encountered was Stephen's Green's little sister, all business suits slurping their coffee-to-go with identity necklaces lolling in the slightest of breezes.

What it lacks in solemnity it makes up for in prettiness, though, and its waterfall is the best I've seen in dear old dirty Dublin. I'd say it's perfect in the early morning. Worth a second look but I'll choose my timing carefully, when the suits are carefully stacked away in their quadrants, shouting "SELL! SELL! MERGE! DESTROY!"

Anyway, it's Thursday afternoon and I make it exactly half way through my three days off. Dave and Emma will describe how I gave them 'the look' leaving work on Tuesday. Before we knew it we were languishing nicely in the Harbour Master, three happy heads of booze and me going "wwwWWWHA?" and Dave going "what are ya TALKIN abou'" and Emma, incredulous, with her "ewe toor maaaad."

Good fun.

Meanwhile (away from my burgeoning dipsomania), cryptically, can anyone decipher this line for me...

'i dont no y i remember that or y ud want to no.'

...??? I don't speak idiot.

What else? Julianne informs me she got Togo in the World Cup draw in work. The only way it could've been worse is if the Trinidadians had come out of the pot. Hard luck Ms McKeigue.

Anyway, that's about it from me. Birthdays ahoy this weekend, starting in the Long Stone tomorrow where we'll toast the 25th birthday of the aforementioned Ms Quinn. Then on to the Hairy Lemon on Saturday, where it's the turn of Gill.

I'll probably get drunk and blog about it, such is the circle of life.

Cheese of the week: Camembert.

Things I don't give a shit about this week:

1) Still Wayne Rooney's foot.
2) Spilling Yop on my t-shirt.
3) Keeping quiet.
4) The Coronation Street SMS.
5) Pigeons.
6) Nosy next door neighbours.
7) People who wear visors (Americans).
8) Frocks.

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