I took the bus into town on thursday evening (work night out so was leaving the vehicle at home) (town=Dublin City)

 

it wasn't the driver

it wasn't the road

it wasn't the fumes

 

it was the chap with the near-full can of Dutch Gold in his jacket pocket who decided to sit beside me.

"starrrrrrrrry bud?"

At this point do i pretend not to speak english or would that be inadvisable?

Before I could reply he takes out his mobile phone and proceeds to stare at the screen while trying to to send an SMS  text.

Moving the phone nearer to his eyes in an attempt to stop the letters moving around i guess.

 

A few minutes later he gives up

"mark? maaaaaaarh..k ? statue? lookitsmartin ... yeah. ... yeah.. be there in fi minits roigh? fucksake.. said be there in fi minits......fuckin mobiles......"

 

I had a delightful meal courtesy of our Fiscal Year Morale Budget and then proceeded to get rat-arsed on Black Bush in some bar.

 

My mate Paul who drives a taxi was very kind and took me home.

 

I didn't go to the office next day.

Neither did most of the people in the office. We all logged on and worked in a virtual hungover world via email.

 

I wonder how Martin and Mark got on ?

 

Bleedin' starry bud ?

I've got a bike,
You can ride it if you like
It's got a basket, a bell that rings
And things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things

I've got a cloak it's a bit of a joke
There's a tear up the front it's red and black
I've had it for months
If you think it could look good then I guess it should

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things

I know a mouse and he hasn't got a house
I don't know why I call him Gerald
He's getting rather old but he's a good mouse

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things

I've got a clan of gingerbread men
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men
Take a couple if you wish, they're on the dish

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things

I know a room of musical tunes
Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork

Let's go into the other room and make them work

My mobile phone is in for repair and the shop has given me a loaner phone.

 

The last person to use it forgot to remove their text messages. Much to my disappointment they're neither risque or amusing. Though the mind boggles.....

 

 

whatever about the massage... what's this about animals ?

 

 

Oo-er missus ! You dirty dirty girl !

 

 

Back to animals I think...

 

 

If they don't have a menu... how will they know what sort of food is in the new takeaway ?

 

 

Who is Eric ?  And what sort of favour did he do ?

 

 

Mr.Karma paid up promptly and even said "thank you"

 

The re-print was worth it. They're happy too.

 

Yesterday a singer recorded for the first time in my studio. That was fun. For both of us. Sometimes it's not supposed to be perfect. Sometimes it's supposed to be about making a noise.

 

Today I'm feeling a little rough. It was a late night/early morning, but not as late as the people in the house behind us . . . their music was still pumping out at 7:00am . . . I'll bet there'll be words today.

 

I'm going to move into the sunroom for the day and recover. Then it's World Cup Final time. Allez les bleus !