Thursday, October 12, 2006

The night Johnny 'fell'...

Forgive me reader for I have sinned, it has been, eh, a number of days since my last Radgery report.

Let me say that Richie 'Dr Fell' Roche is an awful man. Johnny just rang me in a broken state, said he'd been wooed by the great man himself (no not like that - "don't... fuckin'... like 'em mate") and kept out making merry until the small hours. That's the way to have it of a schoolnight, as opposed to my own slinking off early in search of my bed.

Happy enough with the result last night, but if you want my less than cogent thoughts on the fitba you'll have to seek out my blog on the Setanta site, he plugged shamelessly.

What else? Saw Maynooth campus yesterday. An impressive place. Val held back on her promise to make me pay for my 'Offaly natives' jibe in the previous entry, so I can't help but feel she's plotting my demise and won't be rushed into it. All quite chilling, really.

Saw The Departed and Little Miss Sunshine on Friday last in Limerick. Two decent films, though I was wowed by neither.

Off today and tomorrow, reckon I've finally to get arse in gear and find my way out of Anne's hair. To town with me!

1 comment:

Val said...

Plotting your demise...don't flatter yourself. I have more productive things to do with my time.

Hee hee hee....