Nefarious Shenanigans.

Woo hoo, only had to sign in twice! Reminds me of the time I decided to use the word 'squirrel' as a password, cos you know what they say about squirrels and their nuts.........they always remember where they've hidden them............or is it that they always forget where they've hidden their nuts..................either way there is a correlation between forgetfulness and squirrels, and I figured that there would be no way I'd forget that word as a password. I never did, instead I forgot what it was a password for.


I've gone a bit mad lately with book buying. I recently got An Old Captivity by Nevil Shute Norway (never knew that was his full name), What the Chinese Don't Eat by Xinran, the latest John Connolly, a book by Mo Hayder called Pig Island, The Secret Supper by i wanna be rich like dan brown, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers (it had better be) and last but not least Never The Bride by Paul Magrs.
I've finished That Old Captivity and What the Chinese Don't Eat and both are good but not good enough. The Xinran book is too short and the Nevil Shute book goes on and on and on and on and on in an admittedly engaging way about sea planes, buying them, building them, putting them together, oiling them, testing them, flying them, landing them, taking off in them.........the story was meant to be about Vikings and greenland and archeology. I feel jibbed. I like Nevil Shute, I enjoyed this book up to the point where I realised I was more than half way through it and he still hadn't gotten to the point. If he had wanted to write a book about sea planes, fine, great, no one was stopping him. My problem is that I hadn't wanted to read a book about sea planes.

I've just started the Never the Bride book and yay - I've judged a book by its cover and I'm justified. I'm pretty relieved cos I got suckered in by the buy 3 get 1 free offer at Waterstones so I'm looking for value for money.
The blurb on the back goes
"Brenda has come to Whitby to run a B& B in search of some peace and quiet." Betcha you're already yawning...........well the rest of the blurb includes words like 'nefarious shenanigans' and 'satanic beauty salons' . Ah, I'm practically purring. I'm like a cat that got the cream, or indeed like that squirrel with his nuts.

The Ass of the Horse

Worth the post just so I can have an entry called Horse's Ass. There is a true story behind it though. It's in reference to the fact that I can never get a simple idiom out right. I tried to say something today about getting news directly from the source but instead I managed to refer to a colleague as a horse's ass. These 'mistakes' leads me to think old dogs can't turn tricks.

Making noises

woman.... with.... nail.... file.... on.... bus....
words fail me

aarrgghh!

I've just had to sign in five times just to get this far. Why, why, why, why? I'm so confussed, convoosled and conned. Not that this is a million miles away from my usual state of being (confussed and convoosled and occasionally misconjugating) but why, why, why?

I actually can't remember why I started writing this in the first place.............

Two hours later:
Apparently students in UL have taken it upon themselves to paint a pedestrian crossing into the Dublin road close to the Groody roundabout. Brilliant!
I know people are going to start complaining and grousing. General populations don't much like students anyway, so any pro active behaviour such as this is sure to go down like a lead brick among the residents. I used to live in that area and due to personal experience I fully support them. Even nowadays a majority of students are pedestrians, you'd want to be in those estates - the speed bumps were the size of mountains and as rocky. (The only joyriders who could possibly use this area are the ones who have managed to nick a helicopter.) Trying to cross that road in the morning in time for lectures - which I occasionally attended- was a daily life or death experience. The worst part would be how the cars would speed up after coming off the roundabout. You'd be halfway across after carefully following the highway code song (La, la, la, la, la) and boom, some fecker with an arse the size of Munster in an SUV, built to accommodate his ample arse, would be blaring his horn at you. Thank goodness most of these drivers were too lazy to stop and remove said arses (which were large) from their cars for a spot of invigorating road rage.
Apparently UL's student union has been on to the council for years trying to get a solution to the problem but unsurprisingly after first granting planning permission for a bucket load of below par housing estates the council then prevaricated on putting in place anything resembling amenities or necessities. For example, oh I don't know, a pedestrian crossing so residents don't get flattened on a daily basis. Luckily no one has been killed yet but I think this is more due to the fact that a student population is generally pretty young and therefore pretty nimble, it's certainly not due to any actual safety measures put in place by the powers that be.

Well I'm done and wow, I think this was my very first blog rant that wasn't about feckin' Dublin (which is looking quite nice at the moment due to the fabulous weather and my rose tinted sunglasses.)

And also

There are pictures to be seen at the following:
http://www.skynet.ie/~scooby/photo/

Thank You Blogspot....

...for making life just that little bit harder.
It seems that this posting facility has decided to strongarm its users into joining on to the google bandwagon, regardless of whether or not they want to. I have spent a certain amount of time just attempting to get into this damn blog without joining up, not being at all technically savvy - I belong to the 'Plug it out and plug it back in' school - I had to capitulate. To ease the pain blogspot promised all sorts of wonderful new features. For instance I no longer have a home page but a 'dashboard'. Oohh err.
Grr, ah well, its just me. I'd still be using smoke signals if I could get away with it, but nobody knows Morse anymore.
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Books I'll admit to reading

Party Nation by Damian Corless. I've been reading this on the train and bus for the past few days and annoying my fellow passengers. Irish politics are pretty hilarious so I imagine the author had an easy time finding material for his book. I'm only half way through the book (I spare fellow commuters in the morning, nobody wants a giggler sitting next to them in the wee hours) but I'm pretty certain the only reason Ireland became and remained a democracy was for the entertainment value.