Thursday, March 27, 2008

"Haute Cuisine": Hot food.

I've got a complaint, but I'm taking penicillin so it should get better soon.

If you are what you eat, I'm fast, cheap & easy.

I literally like nothing better than a raw liver sandwich. The local kebab shop specialises in all that spicy stuff from Pakmanistan. It's always been my belief that you can never have too much Italian food. Unless you choke on it and die. In wish case you would almost certainly have had too much Italian food.

I always practice safe lunch, by correctly using a condiment.

When in Dom...

As previously mentioned, myself and U***e D****n participated in the Tilbury House IV, in Cologne, Darren having found himself with some unexpected time on his hands. I had misread the title of the IV so I was expecting the Pillsbury Doughboy so imagine my dissappointment when Darren corrected my misexpectancy. Though Derek did turn up to C.A. in the end. Not for the first time did we "do a Camilla"*. Still the competition was well run so I like to publicly congratulate the convenor Miss Nomer, I think that was her name.

I've always enjoyed speaking with Darren. His oratory, like his prose, is not the best, but I suppose it could be verse. Our debate on pornography was in many ways like a good porno: it was hot and sweaty, had 8 people, we felt dirty afterwards and we only did it because people were watching. (Hanging is too good for a man who makes puns; he should be drawn and quoted.)

Daz and I climbed the Kölner Dom on the Sunday. Which was nice.

The journey home was delayed because we were held up at Liege, due to trains on the line.

* the act of being royally screwed.

Normal service resumes

Warning: if you become unnerved by the creepy boney hand of the unknown, then change seats at once, you're sitting next to a pervert.

My laptop went all blue screeny on me, so I've been having problems with the internet, much like China. So my post count has gone the way of my sperm count, (damn those blue movies... I do love the Smurfs). Anyhoo, please find hereafter my most recent ponderings.

If I haven't been overworked these last few weeks then my name's not Umberto Eco.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Duel Of The Fates...

Who will win... Albania decides!

Saturday, March 8, 2008

It's a small world...

There i was this afternoon sitting all alone in my Belgian flat, another weekend where my flatmates went home to their parents, when I get a knock on the door.

One scout leader and 4 scouts looking for a roof for the night.

Being a brother to my fellow scouts I agreed...

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Friday, March 7, 2008

Let's get the FARC out of Ecuador

Not much to report at the moment...

The Eircom league season kicked off again this week and Bohs won. Life is good.

Last night, (I remember it as if it were yesterday) there was a bit of a kerfuffle in the kitchen in the flat. Two friends of a flatmate were staying over and they got into an argument. They were making so much noise that I could tell that it was gonna get medieval. The rest of the cokotteurs were onlooking in their PJs when I came down to see if everything was alright in my underpants. It all blew over and in the end I had no need to whip out the paddling pool filled with mud. Shame. If it weren't for the gutter, my mind would be homeless.

Fresh from their antipodean cruise the parents tell me that I won't recognise the house. New beds, an extension, paint job. And they've moved.

My diet has changed recently due to cutbacks, it still fit for a king, but now it's for one who's abdicated.

I'm off to Cologne next weekend for a Debating IV, I was planning on doing a little souvenir shopping but when you've seen one shopping centre you've seen a mall.

I got my camping ticket for the summer's big gig in Punchestown: Jamboree 2008. I'll be writing for the Jamboree's daily publication. Hard hitting articles such as:

"Dead tomato found in Dun Áilinne, Galway camp chef is chief suspect"
"Ten things you wanted to know about that Dublin troop opposite you, but were afraid to ask"
"I'm so hungry, I could murder a brownie"
"This is going to be grate: fun with coat hangers" that's at least one gig involving regularly churning out comedy gold for a captive audience that I'll be getting up to later this year.

All Issues available here.

Mid-term is fast approaching, thank god; I'm always happy to get the first leg over.

Talk cha.

Remember: Without geometry, life is pointless.

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