The blog where I reminisce and overshare

Well yeah, turned out I was sick after my last blog, couldn't talk or eat, it nearly sent me over the edge. So it kept me honest for one week, but not last weekend! Basically- work party then Flannery's on the Friday, fun but uneventful except for Jillser scoring me some champagne in Cafe Insane then the consistently good Club o Love on Saturday after a few in another Gillsers. Dancing Queen trophy of the night was a tie and it went to Jane and Judy for their magnificent new shapes that were thrown ALL AROUND the nightclub, we did so many laps we would have made Schumacher dizzy. Upside of making a fool of ourselves was that I quite possibly now have a six pack from laughing so much.

I'm finished work for the year- uber hurrah. Now to start the panic of Christmas shopping. Its been a quiet December in comparison to last December for which I and my bank balance is thankful.

Now for the obligatory end of year analysis. Things that stick out in my mind, quite possibly in the wrong order.....

• Live 8- Bob you are some man for one man, Possibly the worst year that I remember for human tragedy, remember GOAL this Christmas boys and girls,
• discovering Jack Johnson- see you in Feb,U2, Franz Ferdinand, Bryan Adams and Scissor sisters- you all rocked out
• so many good episodes of the Panel- go Happy Endings,
• ahhh Punchestown, the Derby and the Galway races, the reverse forecast on Rathgar Beau and Moscow Flyer in Punchestown,
• Liverpool winning the Champions League, never shudda made it to the final, remember that dodge "goal " against Chelsea? Happy for the Liverpudlian fans all the same
• My Dad's retirement- he's taking to retirement so well he can't even find the time to do stuff, he's probably turned pro in golfing in the last year on the sly
• The Pope, we never woulda had so many John Paul's or JP's without ye, even though his real name was Karol
• selling my first car "the business" and moving from Bootytown to the Mines, good times
• meeting lots of new friends
• having Siobhan home!
• attaining a major dislike to the Government party with the exception of the two Mary H
• the discovery of good ole Keith in Westwood with Sinead
• the Scottish trips- Pon de Replay-you know who you are
• the most ridiculous session that was Murphs party which lasted over 24 hours, baloobas, annihilated, outofit bananas
• Mo Mowlam and RobinCook, fine people, RIP
• the after work drinks and all those parties, good hussle Jules and Dec, party of the year goes to the Mansion House with G4
• Personally responisble for bringing knacker drinking back into fashion
• we won't mention the rugby
• Billo's big bash in RTE, go Apres Match!
• songs which sum up the year, and no Mr Blunt you are not getting in here- Razorlight/Girl with the golden touch, Coldplay/Fix you, Nelly& Tim McGraw/ Over and OveR, U2/City of Blinding Lights, Kelly Clarkson in general, welcome back Stevie Wonder to the world stage and naturally Tony Christie /Amarillo
• The joy of Blog

And then there are those highlights to come, one of my friends is pregnant(my first friend to do so- v exciting), my friend's wedding- craic will be mighty, think of a function in Patsys in Killinascully multiplied by ten and opening Christmas pressies! So there you have it, I will no doubt re edit this at the weekend when I've had a chance to ponder.

Ironic, the spellchecker doesn't recognise the word blog.

Whatever I did, it must've worked

Same time each year my throat closes over, it gets tough to breathe let alone talk. I currently sound like Peewee Herman. Dam the changeable weather, Im sure a sniffly nose and a sore throat has nothing to do with the fact I leave my house with wet hair on my half hour walk to work. Nothing. But it affords me a night in tonight, activity free, to repair my throat for two sessions this weekend. First stop Sallins on Friday, second stop Searsons for my sins on Saturday night, but I have warned my friends once I see a sign of collars going up in Searsons, we are doing a legger legger to Tramco. Its Sineads Berfday and apparently the theme is atrociously drunk, call me a sheep if you wish.

Put up our Christmas (does Christmas always need a capital C?) lights, and they look very festive indeed. I have already had my Xmas din dins this year, It was my Dad's berfday on Sunday and my sis is going to visit my bro in Thailand for the holliers so twas an excuse to chow down festive style, and chow I did. But on the downside, Im done with the Turkey and Ham malarkey. Invent a new food!


Token predictable thoughts; Man U crashed out of Champions League, poor Man U fans, what are they going to do for the next 3-5 years until their cycle improves?

Budget- Brian you are impressing nobody with your handouts, your possible plan is to get the party that takes over from you in financial trouble and in seven years time FF will come in looking like the golden children, not falling for it....

Seize the day was the motif from my last blog and would ye believe it....the day was seized, the venue was Time in Naas which leads me to believe the nice chap mustve been of the leaving college age, tee hee. So this week I urge you to contribute to the lotto so I can rake in €4.5million.

The imbalance of nature

Dye know, and I dont mean to knock the man - I have never met him, but its odd how a bloke like Tony Fenton has women falling over themselves to chat him up. I was at a bar where he was last night and Good Holy God, Fabio with no hair was lapping up the attention. I noted brunettes didnt come in to the equation- Dam! If my Dad went to a pub and went aro0und chatting young single women up, he would soon have several black eyes, go home and getsome more.

So with spirits dampened as no punter even glanced in my direction, we rocked on up to the mecca that is Flannerys on Camden Street. Flannerys for those of you who haven't set foot inside, its the best place on earth, cheesy eighties tunes where people especially men have the god given right to dance in a way they never would in another public venue. They need to do something about their toilets which leave the strongest smell of detergent on yer clothes though. Ive said it before its to cliche to go there on a Thursday - it gets wedged.The beer goggles weren't on for once and there were alot of fine men, one in particular was so hot, movie looks hot, who had easily five women come up to him but didnt succeed. So a few drinks later, I was leaving. I am so not the queen of chat up now, so don't judge. I went over to him and in a curious way asked how dye get so many women come up to you. The innocent punter didnt even notice they were there to chat to him. So we had a few chats and left. Woman number six I thought to myself. Came home and fell into bed and actually remembered to shut my front door for once.

So whats the lesson to be learned here folks, apart from don't stay on vodka all night- it doesnt get you drunk. Seize the day, if you want to chat some one up, do and if you are being chatted up by someone, let them. And if someone does come up with a lame line like "can I score you later?", its been done before, tell them how to improve on it, they don't teach it in school ye know. You can always come up with an excuse later. It would be very condusive to a communicative environment.



Word of the day; Lovebomb; Definition; PR speak for plámás, be all over someone. To use in a sentence "we have to lovebomb the client".
Going to get loads of mileage out of that one, may God strike me down if I ever say it and mean it,thanks for that one Micko.