Sunday, May 06, 2007

With my green gloves...

Rightio, here I am. Glorying in the thoughts of my new home on Charleville Road, just off the North Circular. A dandy little shell of a flat that I hope to make my own for many moons to come, can't be having all this moving about at all...

Also, it's back to the old neighbourhood, kind of, I'm a Northsider once more and wearing a proud, proud face...

The packing and unpacking will be less than pleasant, but worth it in the finish.

Otherwise, I've just been, well, around, really. It's already been a boozy weekend. We'd Ronan's 30th birthday celebrations in Na Fianna on Friday, a top night enjoyed by all. Myself and Dorte decided against a late one and taxi'd back to Blanch for some Tuborg - to the uninitiated it's basically repackaged Carlsberg - and whiskey most enjoyable.

The head wasn't great yesterday but I figured there was no harm in meeting Richie for a swift one in The Bank while watching the Manc derby. Well that turned into the Liverpool travesty against Fulham and onwards and onwards to inebriation in the company of Etaoin, and later Gary and Johnny Ward.

I reckon I knew the one that was one too many, and surpassed it bravely with three or four more.

Anyway, no more of that for a while. I'll be financially crippled after the deposit and what-have-you, and could do with keeping the beer at bay for a bit. At the start of two weeks away from Setanta Central too, which pleases me greatly.


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