Tuesday, September 25, 2007


What a ridiculous state of affairs, not even 8 in the am and I'm up and typing and everything. I'm even off work today.

My own fault. I can't sleep hungry. I thought the bag of chips and quarter pounder with cheese from the chipper would keep me going last evening, but the pangs started in the middle of the night, so had to rouse myself for some cereal.

Crunchy Nut Corn Flakes and Weetabix in a glorious combination. Try it. Honestly. It works.

So here I am, planning what to do with myself for the morning and the afternoon. This evening goes the introduction back to student life, only this time I'm seeing it from the top down. Mes nerfs!

Hopefully all will pass smoothly though, and I'll take on academia and kick its learned ass.

I see the rain is out, and the girls have started wearing the big coats again. I'm always relieved to see 'big coat Monday,' as nobody but me calls it. It's the day where the young ones realise it's too cold for the skimpier garments.

That's not to say I don't have heterosexual blood, it's just that the winter is a comfort to me. I'm strange like that. Nothing like the cold and crisp air.

So yeah, seems I'm gone past the stage of being able to go back to bed. I'll sleep tonight.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Stay away from Grogans.

Having an indoor day, keeping me to myself, staying stuck to the couch surrounded by my DVDs, but can't decide what to watch.

I think Taxi Driver.

Anyway, quiet enough few days. Saw Atonement on Thursday, riveting stuff, that five-minute tracking shot at Dunkirk a piece of cinematic genius. Took to the drink on Friday night, a few handy ones with Ollie, Noel and the Belle, lovely, then the Liverpool match yesterday in The Bank.

To be continued....


Got distracted there, Cowzer, Dave and JW came a calling for sups and I obliged. Shook now but. It's a beauteous day out there, which probably means I'll stay indoors with the curtains closed and the TV on. Never was one to make the most of the sun.

Back to last night - went to Grogans. In a recent interview, Graham (think that's his first name) Knuttel the artist spoke about his drinking days, and the fact that he gave up the gargle for a number of years. He now drinks once a week. The interviewer asked him what's the best way for someone trying to give up drink to get through their plight.

"Stay away from Grogans," he responded. Pity I didn't heed his advice. In a heap. There are crap stools and flies everywhere, my kind of aleing house.

I'm going back to bed. It's early yet.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

You Sexy Beast you!

Second post of the night, suppose I'm restless. Thought I'd talk about my recent filmic purchases and experiences.

First of all, I saw Knocked Up. 5X is bound to gawp at this one, it being 'white shite' and all, but it actually tickled me. Hardly the most subtle humour you'll ever come across but Katherine Heigl's deadly and yer man wasn't your typical leading man goon, so it's worth your time. Ephemeral it may be, but so's a nice Malteser Ice Cream so off you go or your money back.

Now, DVDs. Have bought many recently, seeing as I have little cash and need to waste whatever I do possess.

The Proposition I found to be a monumental film. I hadn't seen it before, but it was a winner from the get-go. I remember Guy Pearce in Neighbours. Not sure where I'm going with that point, but he excels here as a morally invisible gang member in a tight spot.

I've never been a massive Ray Winstone fan, and with one glib comment I've alienated my entire male readership, but he is class in this.

Also got the Prestige, which I've probably blogged about before. Christopher Nolan's finest film to my mind, pisses on Memento. Sorry Dave.

Moving on, The Departed because I felt I had to, and not JUST because of the Oscars. I've been tarred with the wrong brush there. Didn't love it by any means, but figured it would be a grower.

The Deer Hunter gets better every time I watch it. The wedding scene is exhaustive and maybe twenty minutes too long, but after that there's not a frame wasted and it served as a prelude to De Niro's best moments where his silence is his strong suit. See Heat, for example. Neil McCauley's a descendant of Michael, he must be.

Also got The Godfather trilogy because I didn't own it myself, and Taxi Driver. I don't need any more words on those.

Getting back to Dave, I want Napoleon Dynamite back.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

What dressing?

Nothing but time I have, at the moment. On two weeks of a break, and unfortunately I've had to kick Dingle to the kerb on account of being on the brink of broke.

It follows that I'm sat here on my little chair, in my little flat, writing little words for your little eyes. And my little sanity.

Came back from Limerick today, had been down since Saturday for my da's 60th birthday party. The man was truly staggered by our deception, he walked into a chorus of 'SURPRISE' and the usual lark for these occasions. He was loving it though, and my mother and Anne, the chief architects of the ruse, could finally call an end to the clandestine phone calls and food arrangements.

Fair fucks to those who came, with special mention going to Kev and Austin, Ollie and the Belle, Dee and, well, all that dug into the cold meats and smoked salmon and what have you and toasted Mick on the occasion. He got five bottles of whiskey, a Diesel shirt, loads of vouchers and Celebrations chocolates. Loads of other stuff too but I stopped paying attention after I started in on the shorts.

On that note, I broke my pledge. 12 days I lasted, but couldn't keep from beer on Friday night in the Ferryman, seeing as I'd just been freed from Setanta Towers for a fortnight. Then my da's party and I couldn't see that one through without an ale and yes, I know, there's always an excuse.

So it's nearly 12 and normally by now I'd be heading bedwards, but I've fuck all on tomorrow, seeing as I wasn't even meant to be in Dublin this week. Don't come calling on me because I've no interest in the shindig, just lying low and getting some scribbles down. Unless you're talking 'just the one.'

ALWAYS an excuse. Always an out.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Bleak and beautiful.

It's working. Properly. Das Interveb, as they don't call it in Germany. Got me Irish Broadband in the shop that sells it last week. Was acting the bollix for a few days but now it seems ok.

Anyway, about an hour ago I nearly got run over by a speeding BMW. I had to dive out of its way, less Bruce Willis in Die Hard, more startled rabbit, but it was effective and I preserved my presence on this Earth. Fuckin' idiot though, a boy racer with a big car and a small penis.

With my life intact, I can now enjoy ringtone ads, Lee Evans, the fucking Rugby World Cup, popular vocoder music, Ron Blacks, buses, HR, posers, sneezing loudly. empty soap dispensers, stale bread, the lad who does the links on Paramount and cucumber.

Oh wonderful!

Tomorrow at six bells begins my two weeks away from Setanta Towers. Thinking of hitting my favourite place on this isle for a few days, and will toast 5X in John Benny Moriarty's. Surely they don't have rugby in Kerry? Lord God I hope not.

Looking forward to being incommunicado, with the mobile secreted away and the only web in view spider-spun. I've 73 DVDs to catch up on too, at the moment it's the Deer Hunter. Bleak and beautiful it is, much like my holiday destination.

Sunday, September 02, 2007

One of these aul things...

1. Full Name: **** *******.
2. Nicknames: Radge. Titface.
3. Birthday: 30th November.
4. Place of Birth: Dublin.
5. Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius.
6. Male or Female: Male
7. Year: Yes.
8. Former school: Belvedere.
9. Occupation: Journalist
10. Residence: Dublin

__Your Appearance___

12. Hair Color: Brown. Not greying.
13. Hair Length: Which hair?
14. Eye Colour: Blue
15. Weight: Fluctuating. Roughly 12 stone, I suppose.
16. Height: Five foot eight minus a smidgeon.
17. Braces?: Nah.
18. Glasses?: Almost always.
19. Piercings: Not a one.
20. Tattoos: I don't foresee it.
21. Righty or Lefty: Thrifty.

___Your 'Firsts'___

22. First best friend: Probably imaginary.
23. First Award: The Gradam Mobhi.
24. First Sport You Joined: Drinking.
25. First pet: Kitty.
26. First Real Vacation: Too small to remember. Probably Luxembourg. Oik.
27. First Concert? Wet Wet Wet. I'm not ashamed.
28. First Love: Madeleine Lyes. Unrequited. I was 9.

___ Favorites___

29. Movie: Too many to mention.
30. TV programme: West Wing/Sopranos/Six Feet Under/Scrubs/Football.
31. Color: Don't care.
32. Rapper: Always thought the Kinder Bueno has a lovely foil.
33. Band: National.
34. Song: City Middle.
35. Friends: They don't wish me any SPECIFIC harm.
36. Sweet: Twixes.
37. Sport to Play: Bed sports.
38. Resturant: Waga I like.
39. Favorite brand: Of?
40. Store: Kelloggs Country...
41. School Subject: I'm a professional journalist. No more school.
42. Animal: Momo Sissoko.
43. Book: The Grapes Of Wrath.
44. Magazine: Total Film.
45. Shoes: Have been known to wear same.


46. Feeling: Driven by lust.
47. Single or Taken?: Single.
48. Have a crush: Not yet.
49. Eating: Nothing.
50. Drinking: Not alcohol anymore.
51. Typing: Loudly.
52. Online?: Next...
53. listen to? Some rugby nonsense. In work having completed shift and waiting for the bus.
54. Thinking About: Steak.
55. Wanting To: Drink. But not going to.
56. Watching: My wallet.
57. Wearing: New white t-shirt replete with slogan, clothes.

___Your Future___

58. Want Kids?: Yes. In March 2052. Specifically.
59. Want to be Married?: Not in my thinking.
60. Careers in Mind: Butcher, candlestick maker.
61. Where do you want to live: Ireland.
62. Car: I'm a driven man.

__Which is Better With The Opposite Sex___

63. Hair color: Mauve.
64. Hair length: Short, then long, then short, then shaved.
65. Eye color: Bleu.
66. Measurments: There's a typo in that word.
67. Cute or Sexy: I'll argue with neither.
68: eyes or lips: A woman should come equipped with both.
69. Hugs or Kisses: Kisses.
70. Short or Tall: Smaller than me, ideally.
71. Easygoing or serious: Both.
72. Romantic or Spontaneous: Didn't realise these were exclusive.
73. Fatty or Skinny: Somewhere in between.
74. Sensitive or Loud: Sensitive. Don't like loud.
75. Hook-up or Relationship: Depends on the people.
76. Sweet or Caring: Swearing.
77. Trouble Maker or Hesitant One: Trouble Maker.

___Have you ever______

78. Kissed a Stranger: I have.
79. Had Alcohol: Too much.
80. Smoked: In my time.
81. Ran Away From Home: Too lazy.
82. Broken a bone: Don't know.
83. Got an X-ray: Roughly 28 and a half of them.
84. Been with someone: I have been in the company of people. Is this a sheltered way of asking if I've had sex? If so, yes.
85. Broken Someones Heart: Yeah.
86. Broke Up With Someone: Yeah.
87. Cried When Someone Died: Yeah.
88. Cried At School: Maybe, when I was six.

___Do You Believe In___

89. God: Yeah. He plays for Cardiff.
90. Miracles: No.
91. Love At First sight: Lust definitely, love no.
92. Ghosts: Don't be talkin' soft!
93. Aliens: It was a sequel to the film Alien, or so I've heard. I'm a smart arse gobshite really.
94. Soul Mates: Four at my last count.
95. Heaven: Maybe.
96. Hell: Perhaps.
97. Angels: Blah.
98. Kissing on The First Date: No. Purely intercourse.
99. Horoscopes: I was joking on that last one. Just oral. OK. I'd better stop. Hand jobs. I can't seem to...

___Answer Truthfully___

100. Is There Someone You Want But You Know You Can't Have? Ronaldinho. He's too expensive, he'd never join us. And no.