My favourite things

Winnie the Pooh and all his merchandise, just Winnie and maybe Heffalump, Eeyore is a tad annoying and don’t get me started on Tigger

Roast Beef, especially when it has coleslaw and chips as neighbours

Lying down/Snoozing

Free stuff

Hugs (also free stuff)

Tuning in to the radio and your favourite song has just started

Cats, Dogs, monkeys, pigs, horses, sloths and seals

Being able to say hello to people in the street (this generally only works in the Coole)

Soft towels, not the radiator or clotheshorse dried towels but the towels fresh out of the dryer

Fresh days

Skangers - check out www.overheardindublin.com to pass an afternoon


TV. All the time. TV. ffor a while Buffy was life, then Will and Grace and now its all about Home And Away, poor Flynn

Burping competitions - I never win though, Murph blew me out of the water last weekend, she even gave me a head start and didn’t drink any coke herself. Impressive. Simon Hogg also gets a notable mention for his dinosaur like burps

Michael O'Leary's company are a bunch of schleeeveeens

Trying to book a flight and the computer wont take it, so I ring up their reservations centre, do you think one of their reservations numbers work?

Answers on a postcard......

Micheal O'Leary is good for something

What have I been up to lately indeed, let me jog my memory…. A few pints here and there, a flutter on the nags at Cheltenham oh, and a trip to Podge and Rodge taping in RTE. Hands down the best free thing to do in Dublin. I was in stitches for two hours solid, Paddy Courtney was the warm up, line of the night could well have gone to deadpan Rodge for telling Lucy Kennedy he was wearing her thong.

Good session was had the Thursday before Paddys, it was as usual in Flannery’s, we danced like leprechauns for the night and got to break lent by stuffing our faces with chocolate, Thanks St Patrick for bending the lent rule. The next day was the club finals in Croker, good hurling, brutal bitter cold weather and then the highlight of racing calendar so far this year, go on War of Attrition which afforded us quite a session later on in The Oak in town, new favourite pub. The next day was Ireland at Twickenham, great weekend for sport all in all. Speaking of Sport- met Eamo Dunphy on Wednesday morning- it would have been a contender for highlight of the year had I not been a fumbling mess.

The weekend just gone – up in Nilos on Friday, she put on quite a feast, we discussed all subjects under the sun and some subjects were covered twice the more drunk we got and watched her wedding video, nostalgically locked. Saturday twas mums birthday, nice day was had – ie asleep on the couch, then hit town for Debs birthday- again good craic. Samsara was a bit of a firehazard waiting to happen but that made for plenty of peoplewatching which is always good. Then onto Renards, great great craic even though the music wasn’t up to much. Walked home again for the second week in a row- damn all you taxi men!

Suzy got tkts to Razorlight in a few weeks, roll on the good times.

HFSC rules, who knew it?

Well, where do I start, the night went as previously thought, polite, chit chat, dinner then carnage. Its good to know that my schoolmates havent changed and are as mischievous as always - they know who they are. It was like one huge school tour, Cods was even asked to report to Big Walshes office, the crowd went wild for that. Quick run through, all the ex-students were there on time then the teachers slowly wandered in, I obviously made no eye contact for the fear of talking with them. Then dinner ensued then speeches, big up to Big Mr Walsh, then everyone mingled and if your name was Sheila Conway you started scraps. The teachers looked really well, some looked alot younger then some of the students(the Oil of Ulay Awards go to Ms Collins and Ms Phillips). And then the night just flew in, pints of wine were downed,ahem Lena, the ressie bar got a good seeing to and some of us stayed in the Hotel because the craic was too mega.

Highlights of the night:
Mr Hill, just in general- the brief taking up of smoking just to talk to him
Hearing Wally protest his niceness whilst punching some bloke
Faces from the bygone era
The oul ones first up on the dancefloor
Siobhan and Murph swapping cheesecake
The last on my to do list finally being ticked off :)
Most of all the HFCS spirit is alive and well.

Bring on the 30th Anniversary!

I killed the president of paraguay with a fork. How've you been?

It mightn't be AS interesting as that but tonights HFCS 25th Anniversary/Reunion should have a few hum dingers. I forsee tonights events as being polite to start off with, then begin to mingle after the wine at dinner and then a breakout of carnage at one am when the bar shuts. I am fully prepared to judge and be judged and I should really learn the spiel I will repeat at least twenty times...."I'm twenty five living and working in town....."

The highlight of the night apart from seeing my chums is of course Mr Hill. Ahhhh Charlie. The woodwork teacher whom I made it my business to spend extra time with in school (I didnt even do woodwork). I even tried a last ditch attempt to make a move on him, he must have thought I was the biggest spoofer. I told him I was applying for a surfing scholarship in Hawaii and I needed a reference- Him. He had to fill out a questionaire, possibly a self penned questionairre now that I think of it, and the poor chap had to fill out what he thought of me. I was in my element. Bear in mind, I'm 16 and drunk on sportsday with my boyfriend outside- it was never really going to happen.

So will he even remember my name? Probably not, I bet Ms Quinn will if she's there, trout.