A few days in the life of a fool

Some of you may have [not] noticed that I've been more or less absent from LJ and the world of the internet for sometime. The reasons for these may be manyfold, but come down pretty much to this:

1. A Morrison's chicken & mushroom pie consumed on Thursday evening had me vomiting all over our upstairs hall on Thursday night. And all through Thursday and Friday. I missed all kinds of plot points in The VIPs between Burton & Taylor at like, 5am because of it. My dad was really pleased to be awoken at 1am or something to clean vom off his bedroom door.

2. Said food poisoning incident has had me more or less restricted to bed/the sofa covered with a duvet since then.

3. Have lots nice lot of wages cos I've not been at work since. My mother is not pleased.

So since Thursday I've hardly eaten anything, although I suspect I'm feeling better cos I got through 4 or 5 mint KitKats while watching Colin Farrell chewing through scenery in Daredevil.

I've had two mouthfuls of Diet Coke since Thursday night. How I have suffered. I've been drinking water and I've been so fucking ill I haven't cared.

I've seen some of the most appalling examples of 'film' on the many Sky Movies channels available. Did you know that they don't show anything good during the day? The War of the Buttons was OK but hardly stellar, Cate and Cupid was just bad and as for the rest, I can't remember. Also, I've seen bits of several filims set in Ireland, and I swear to God they're all shot in the same village used for Ballykissangel. Come on, you think we won't notice, fools?

Dr Quinn, Medicine Woman is being repeated by C4 on afternoons. It's fucking terrible, but quite endearing in its own unique way. That or I'm really ill.

Anyway, back to REALLY GOOD STUFF. I'M GOING BACK TO DUBLIN. Yes, mere weeks after my triumphant first visit, I am going back. At the end of January, I shall be back amongst the Guinness souvenirs, blessed martyrs to the cause and all that cool stuff. This time I will go see Philip and Michael Collins and with any luck, I'll get to see the National Waxwork Museum. No, I don't know why waxworks fascinate me, but they fucking do, and it's probably the closest I'll ever get to Dear Philip, so feck the lot of youse. Or something else that isn't an idiotic Irish stereotype.

Hell, I don't care, I'm back on the rocky road to Dublin, one two three four five.

ALSO: Tis my brother Michael's 20th birthday today. Hurrah!

A few days in the life of a fool

Some of you may have [not] noticed that I've been more or less absent from LJ and the world of the internet for sometime. The reasons for these may be manyfold, but come down pretty much to this:

1. A Morrison's chicken & mushroom pie consumed on Thursday evening had me vomiting all over our upstairs hall on Thursday night. And all through Thursday and Friday. I missed all kinds of plot points in The VIPs between Burton & Taylor at like, 5am because of it. My dad was really pleased to be awoken at 1am or something to clean vom off his bedroom door.

2. Said food poisoning incident has had me more or less restricted to bed/the sofa covered with a duvet since then.

3. Have lots nice lot of wages cos I've not been at work since. My mother is not pleased.

So since Thursday I've hardly eaten anything, although I suspect I'm feeling better cos I got through 4 or 5 mint KitKats while watching Colin Farrell chewing through scenery in Daredevil.

I've had two mouthfuls of Diet Coke since Thursday night. How I have suffered. I've been drinking water and I've been so fucking ill I haven't cared.

I've seen some of the most appalling examples of 'film' on the many Sky Movies channels available. Did you know that they don't show anything good during the day? The War of the Buttons was OK but hardly stellar, Cate and Cupid was just bad and as for the rest, I can't remember. Also, I've seen bits of several filims set in Ireland, and I swear to God they're all shot in the same village used for Ballykissangel. Come on, you think we won't notice, fools?

Dr Quinn, Medicine Woman is being repeated by C4 on afternoons. It's fucking terrible, but quite endearing in its own unique way. That or I'm really ill.

Anyway, back to REALLY GOOD STUFF. I'M GOING BACK TO DUBLIN. Yes, mere weeks after my triumphant first visit, I am going back. At the end of January, I shall be back amongst the Guinness souvenirs, blessed martyrs to the cause and all that cool stuff. This time I will go see Philip and Michael Collins and with any luck, I'll get to see the National Waxwork Museum. No, I don't know why waxworks fascinate me, but they fucking do, and it's probably the closest I'll ever get to Dear Philip, so feck the lot of youse. Or something else that isn't an idiotic Irish stereotype.

Hell, I don't care, I'm back on the rocky road to Dublin, one two three four five.

ALSO: Tis my brother Michael's 20th birthday today. Hurrah!