Some day, that!

Went even better than I'd hoped. The second family part comes next weekend. Just wasn't a good idea today with an "outsider" at the table :o)

Best parents ever.

Somehow, I'm going home tomorrow

I don't fully understand why, but I am.

Basically it's a work-funded trip, and I'll get to do a couple of things I want to do like Dublin and the Ganch's, Carrie's (& Cathy's?) graduation. Plus I'll get to see the family and catch up with whoever else is around. Dunno if I'll ever get to see Eoin again, but I hope that bridge isn't burnt through lack of use...

Can't quite organise in my head what needs to be done. So I thought I'd plan a few pre-trip drinks tonight with the usual suspects.

That'll make it all better.

Also have a picture from visiting Dr Buxey last year in Nottingham. Completely unseasonal, but quite good for a phone camera at the time, I thought.

That used to be a church you know</disco>

Broken weeks

D'you know what... and I said this to NewBen on Friday night, or on Saturday night, after he'd very kindly — and perhaps drunkenly — come round with my Snow Patrol CD before pissing off to Greece... Ever since the Venus Transit, things have rattled along in a rather off-the-rails fashion, more-or-less constantly. Not that it hasn't been very enjoyable. But it can all be traced back to that day — that evening, in fact.

Culminating with Fraser doing his stand-up on Saturday night. Fair play to him, but it was really hard to watch...

This week is going to be sober: FACT. But it's back to Belfast next week, and that's only going to bring a world of drunkenness. And The Big Dub has planned a day and night in Dublin. The next day will be painful. Also FACT.

Must get my arse in gear and get this talk ready fer Paris, too, otherwise professional death awaits. Sounds melodramatic, I know, but that's how it feels in my head. And this orifice needs to be a bit calmer now.

Portugal v Holland semi-final tomorrow night, too. On pay-day. Very unwise...

What's that thing there?

uh-oh...

Finally got round to ordering my camera a couple of weeks ago, and it was there when I got back from the Fleadh. I was showing it to NiceHousemateLady, when she said "cheese", which I took to mean "cheesy", clearly. And yet, there's a disturbing parallel (particularly in the full-res image):

  vs.   ??

DRABI

FANTASTICOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Apologies to the Ingerlish for the timing, but I can blame it on my (English) housemate getting her PhD yesterday afternoon. In just two hours!

Blimey... after all the argey-bargey in the Gabbott lastnight as the match went on, particularly during the second half of extra time, you could've heard a pin drop when the penalties were all over. The only thing to be heard was the commentary. Anti-climax, some might say, but that'd be an understatement.

The Noise Of Win® came through on the text, though...