Wednesday, December 31, 2008

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The clock on the corner of the screen tells me I'm probably a sad cunt for being in, alone, on New Year's Eve.

It's been this way for three years now.

However, this year at least I drank a few pints and a scotch with 5X in the Palace Bar, listening to music, before coming home before the clocks strike twelve.

Very pleased to have seen the man for the first time since July, pleaseder still that we made it merry, and now I'm happy to switch on RTE to see if they've finally replaced Celebrity Jigs 'n' Reels in the schedule...

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....and they're showing Tubridy. Happy New Year.

Expires.

11 comments:

hope said...

Happy New Year Radge! You've certainly made my life more um...colorful. :) Yes, that is a compliment. I should be off the mind altering antibiotics in a few days and be back to as close to normal as usual.

Can't wait to see what adventures you come up with in 2009.

Susan said...

Ah now you see, Hope and I are also sitting in to keep you company. I'd blame the bad cold I'm suffering, except that doesn't explain the past twelve years of doing the same...

Sorry about the Tubridy. I'm yawning just to hear about it.

Anyhow, HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope you have all sorts of happiness and success in the months to come.

Radge said...

Why thank you ladies.

Hope - I've never heard of mind-altering antibiotics but I'd never say never.

Susan - I appreciate that very much, and thank you.

Happy new year to you both.

hope said...

Radge, please revisit my blog for an appropriate apology. ;)

The side effects of this antibiotic include a great deal of dizziness, being light headed and wondering where you put stuff, even if it's in plan view. I will shoot the next doctor who tries to cure bronchitis with this stuff.

Now, back to your pleasant New Year.

Sarah Gostrangely said...

Happy New Year!

I second Hope in looking forward to some crazy adventures for you in 09. Some crime/drugs/scandal perhaps? Nothing better than living through others on the internerd.

you'd be surprised how many ppl spend NYE alone watching telly. That was me last year, and on a quick whip-round of friends discovered 3 other ppl were glued to Jools Holland as the clocks struck 12.

Radge said...

Crime and scandal I can perhaps manage, Sarah, but I'm leaving the drugs until I'm 70 when it doesn't matter if I become a septuagenarian crack whore.

Hopefully Radgery will still be up and running by then.

I missed Jools Holland last night - never occurred to me. Anyway, happy new year me aul flower, I'll keep the tales coming if you will...

hope said...

Radge, if I'd read your movie review first, I would never have watched "PS I Love You." Sigh.

So I'm not the only one who thought Butler murdered his accent...and yet Jeffrey Dean Morgan's sounded much more pleasant.

Hmmm, perhaps your next adventure should be adding sound to your site. ;)

Holemaster said...

I did that last year Radge and enjoyed it immensely, knowing that I wasn't one of the thousands of freezing drunken souls with a bad case of taxi arm.

This year was spent with some friends in their house in Galway. Tubridy was total and utter shite and there was really awful yoke on before it, really really awful. I don't even know what it was. It was like trying to figure what animal the road kill is.

Radge said...

Hope - murdered is being kind to what he did. Eugh.

Holemaster - RTE is responsible for so much unspeakable shite. Eugh again.

Gypseysdog said...

That was good scotch. Took the edge off me. Went on to get utterly obliterated later for two days. Took four years off my life. But only the crap hospice years at the end anyway.

Radge said...

You'd have no use for them, the decrepit years.

That was good scotch, I knew you had the look of want in your eyes when I left you on Westmoreland Street.

Hopefully that last night wiped away all thoughts of the 'Bally' lads.