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Monday, June 16, 2008
Injury time goals...
It's 5pm on Sunday evening, I have about 2 assignments due in over the next 4 days, so what else would I be doing but updating my blog that I haven't touched in two weeks? Cooking French (belgian) Toast is what! It's about the only thing I can afford at the mo.
It is very very strange to think that almost a year has gone by since I started this blog, strange because it hasn't really been that long, less then 9 months. Also very strange was booking a one-way flight for my return home (26th June!!!). With less than 2 weeks left, most of which will be spent with me panicking at 3pm when I have a presentation due in an hour and haven't slept yet, I'm gettin ready for ma parents to descend upon Belgiumland next w/e to paint the town red.
So over the next week I'm going to sit down and make a list of things I need to do and see before I leave, because I doubt I'll be back anytime soon. Also I need to binge on Mitraillettes; man I'm gonna miss those.
Overall I have very few regrets about the year, starting out was very tough, and in retrospect I would have done a lot better had I just sorted out accommodation earlier, and not had repeats last autumn, but sure then I would have missed Freshers' Week in Trinners which was da bomb. Also I shouldn't have trusted my bank to sort out a loan in anything less then six weeks, but that's easy to say now I suppose. I also probably should have wandered about a bit more, which I liked (apart from that one time during the kot-et-Scout where I misread the map [a b/w photocopy] and ended up deep in a local park), and I wish I could have avoided the glare on those sunny days as, true to form, I got these hives that I always get this time of year :( -
but I blame UCL for putting my Lecture theatres/PC labs on the opposite side of the town from my kot. I'm sure there's more to say so I'll write a more comprehensive summary blog when I leave, for now it's back to trying to convert a java program to perl...oh the joys..
Any similarity with Nikki's Blog is purely plagiarism.
It is very very strange to think that almost a year has gone by since I started this blog, strange because it hasn't really been that long, less then 9 months. Also very strange was booking a one-way flight for my return home (26th June!!!). With less than 2 weeks left, most of which will be spent with me panicking at 3pm when I have a presentation due in an hour and haven't slept yet, I'm gettin ready for ma parents to descend upon Belgiumland next w/e to paint the town red.
So over the next week I'm going to sit down and make a list of things I need to do and see before I leave, because I doubt I'll be back anytime soon. Also I need to binge on Mitraillettes; man I'm gonna miss those.
Overall I have very few regrets about the year, starting out was very tough, and in retrospect I would have done a lot better had I just sorted out accommodation earlier, and not had repeats last autumn, but sure then I would have missed Freshers' Week in Trinners which was da bomb. Also I shouldn't have trusted my bank to sort out a loan in anything less then six weeks, but that's easy to say now I suppose. I also probably should have wandered about a bit more, which I liked (apart from that one time during the kot-et-Scout where I misread the map [a b/w photocopy] and ended up deep in a local park), and I wish I could have avoided the glare on those sunny days as, true to form, I got these hives that I always get this time of year :( -
but I blame UCL for putting my Lecture theatres/PC labs on the opposite side of the town from my kot. I'm sure there's more to say so I'll write a more comprehensive summary blog when I leave, for now it's back to trying to convert a java program to perl...oh the joys..
Any similarity with Nikki's Blog is purely plagiarism.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Toilet Humour...
On a break between paper 1 and 2 of my Calculability exam today I visited the John, and noticed summit. I've often pondered this since first coming across these things 8 years ago this week, as it happens. On the continent, well in Belgiumland and Germany at least, they seem to have toilets which are different to those in the Ireland. There's this Continental Shelf thing which confuses me.
I gazed into the mirror when I was washing my hands, and I began to reflect...
What is the purpose of this shelf? If it's to avoid splashback then why is the shelf concave??? Answers on a toilet roll insert to the usual address.
I've started to file my fingernails.. all under 'F'. My fingers take a lot of punishment. I get a lot of splinters, don't know why, hopefully I won't get any more, touch wood.
To finish, here is a searching question.. "Where is it?"
Face for booking...
Sometimes I neglect the blog in favour of a Facebook status message.. Here's what I've been up to...
Today
He has decided, independently of a just remembered appointment with the bank on July 1, that he should be back for good by the end of the month. 3:34pm
Yesterday
He notes the sad demise of Gaelic Football in Meath. 6:04pm
May 31
He is pleased with the finale of Lost, Season 4. 10:26pm
May 29
He is surprised to have received a party invite through "e-mail" instead of facebook mail, and thinks this "e-mail" thing could catch on... 7:33pm
May 26
He is distraught at the loss of http://forums.scouts.ie/index.php?c=5. 4:48pm
He is putting his towel away, having proved he's a frood who knows where his is! 2:41pm
May 25
He feels it is time to think about upcoming exams, perhaps. 4:21pm
May 24
He was hoping to be cheering for Ireland in Serbia, but he'll settle for watchin Serbia, in Ireland. 8:46pm
He spared a thought for Peter Stringer's career. No more of that... Come On MUNSTER!!! 5:32pm
He invites you all to observe one minute's silence at 16:30 B.S.T. for the repose of Peter Stringer's career. Come On MUNSTER!!! 4:12pm
May 23
He wishes Wolf Blitzer would just have the sex with Jeannie Moos and get over it already!! 7:34pm
May 22
He is minded that 18+5>17+3. 3:22pm
May 21
He 1-1, but more than Harry. 10:46pm
He is looking to get the €10 he spent on voting for Dustin back from the Irish Embassy! 2:17pm
May 20
He is toxic. 4:12pm
May 19
He is not a girl, not yet a woman. 10:33pm
May 15
He has signed up to a Belgian trend, by wearing a necker in his profile picture.6:46pm
He has just heard the biggest F.O. thunder clap ever. 6:35pm
May 14
He is on Ibuprofen, Paracetemol, Vitamin C, Cod Liver Oil & Antihistamines, but has saved money by not asking a Doctor about them first. Sleepy time... 3:39pm
May 13
He is sad to see Downing go red. (cf Orla Gordon). 1:42pm
May 12
He says what Costigan said.10:28pm
He rejects the sun and all of its works. 3:20pm
He welcomes all the new members to the club of "Those Who Were Best in Their Class But Still Didn't Get Schol". Bell-curves be damned! 1:19pm
He is asking what Halligan is asking, but without the promise of liquid refreshment... times are hard. 12:46pm
May 11
He is asking favours of Wigan & Portsmouth. 5:29pm
May 10
He is blogging about a ball he was not at. BelgiumNotFrance.Blogspot.com. 10:40pm
May 9
He is blogging, and is wondering what happened to the other two status updates... 8:08pm
May 8
He is advising Hillary on how to ignore the facts and continue running for election. 12:11pm
May 7
He is hoping the new leader will usher forth a new era of solidarity. Comrade Medvedev, I шalute ёou! 12:13pm
May 6
He is watching Bertie walk away from power. 7:19pm
He is watching 'Iron Man'. 12:52pm
May 5
He est revenu, et commence le projet aujoud'hui. 12:56pm
May 4
He is leaving on a jet-plane. 11:21pm
May 2
He has the same reaction to Keith Duffy, as Keith Duffy has to nuts. 2:34pm
May 1
He is recovering from multiple kicks to the crotch. 4:36am
April 28
He is seeing a pattern: Jim->Tim->Tom. 12:07am
April 27
He notes another win for Munster. 10:57pm
He is ordering 60 horses' heads on eBay, and is watching "Munich" for ideas. 3:09am
April 26
He notes the tragic loss to comedy that occured at 7pm yesterday... 1:30pm
He has new found respect for far away Belgium. 1:36am
April 25
He saw b*witched back in the day. 12:38pm
April 23
He is travelling to Leuven to catch a choo choo plane. 12:44pm
He is awaiting an IM from anybody on facebook chat. 9:18am
April 21
He is getting tired of all this canvassing and is glad he's not in Lawsoc or Halls. 5:35pm
He is on Skype: duinegananam. 2:35pm
April 17
He has never heard of Ciaran Cannon, and probably never will. 12:20pm
April 15
He bloggt, blogge, ag blogáil. 5:58pm
He doesn't feel guilty playing around on facebook instead of studying. 12:30pm
April 14
He is home next Wednesday. 3:24pm
April 13
He is wondering who else his friends know, given that he's only 62nd in ComparePeople's "Better at Science" category. 2:02pm
April 12
He says you can have Hillery, but you can't have Fianna Fáil. 12:03pm
April 10
He is looking forward to Cullen's imminent demise. 11:58am
April 9
He supports The Hist's Law Amendments, more or less. 3:00pm
April 8
He is just after purchasing a book for college, that wouuld be the first, after 6 years in same, and is resenting it. 3:41pm
He is continuing in a state of rest, unless acted on by an external force. Is this what is meant by a "moment of inertia"? 2:01pm
April 6
He is sad that his hero has been hounded out by accusations and hearsay. Mugabe, you'll always be my chief. 6:54pm
April 5
He is pleased with London Irish & Munster. 7:22pm
He is cheering on the Munster Men. 5:36pm
April 4
He is in Louvain-la-Neuve, not Leuven, in Belgium, not France. 4:51pm
April 2
He is beginning to doubt if it is possible for Ireland AND Belgium to have governments simultaneously. 4:48pm
He is open mouthed, shocked and saddened. 11:36am
April 1
He thinks the Gerry Ryan Show April Fools' gag was as good as ever, and he shall welcome tithing. 11:53am
March 29
He blames Canada. 10:55pm
He is satisfied that Arsenal lost 2-0 and is not going to let AERTEL tell him any different. 6:32pm
March 28
He is listening to Westlife. 8:26pm
He is wondering what the fuss is about, he's only got one exam, though it is in Dublin, and he hasn't attended any classes. It's probably just a typo. 7:52pm
He believes in Bertie. 4:05pm
March 27
He is blogging about not blogging, Cologne and food. 7:49pm
March 24
He is retuning to 88fm, what with RTE ditching MW broadcasts. O'Donnell Abú! 4:10pm
March 23
He is pleased that Liverpool are consistent. 8:24pm
March 22
He is updating his status. 8:10pm
March 21
He is jealous of Sweden. 8:44pm
March 20
He is watching Aladdin. 4:45pm
March 18
He is going to continue the Irish Good Friday tradition by defying Belgian licensing laws, and staying away from the pubs, off-licences and alcohol in general. 2:48pm
March 16
He did not make it to the final of the Tilbury House IV, as he and Darren felt it would take away from the freshers' success in the National Maidens. So there. 10:00pm
He is back from Köln. 9:06pm
March 14
He is hoping that Darren will break a trend, and have a passport.9:48amMarch 13
He is Client #9. 1:20am
March 12
He remarks that not for the first time the good people of Mississippi went for the black guy. 9:45am
March 11
He 8===> ({}). 7:55pm
March 10
He is officially endorsing Clinton. Obama 2016! 5:05pm
He is. aswell, but better. 1:26am
March 9
He fährt nach Deutschland nächste Wochenende, und ist Debatte. 6:42pm
March 8
He is looking forward Liverpool scoring 4 against Keegan's Newcastle, like in the good old days. (3 will do). 5:14pm
He is looking forward Liverpool scoring 4 against Keegan's Newcastle, like in the good old days. 2:47pm
He is looking forward to Rio Ferdinand conceding at least another 2 in the next 10 minutes. 2:30pm
March 7
He is pleased with the power of subliminal messaging. 5:39pm
He wonders if CNN will give an election prediction at 5pm GMT. 4:58pm
He intends to vote early and often. 11:53am
He thinks he should update his Blog soon. Tomorrow probably. 12:55am
March 6
He is excited about the early onset of the Hist Election Season. 6:31pm
March 5
He is excited about the early onset of the Hist Election Season. 9:01pm
He is thinking that there's a doings a transpiring... 6:59pm
He doesn't pay Bartley to respond to his facebook comments. 4:29pm
He doesn't know who is most relieved: Peter Robinson, Hillary Clinton or William Quill. 7:25am
March 4
He reminds soldiers: March 4th! 5:05pm
He has decided to withdraw from the Theobald Wolfe Tone Memorial Debating Competition 2008 for personal reasons. 11:40am
He remarque qu'il neige toujours!! 12:53am
March 3
He remarque qu'il neige!! 10:32pm
He is on the Jamboree 2008 media team. 4:52pm
March 2
He didn't win an Irish Blog Award last night and is not best pleased. 2:23pm
March 1
He is looking forward to camping in Punchestown this summer, but not at a Music Festival. This is going to be great.. 11:04pm
He aims to continue the CUS winning streak in the Times next year. 12:12pm
He does not know who won the Irish Times Debate 2008. 12:46am
February 29
He wonders "who is Irish Times?". 10:17pm
He wishes Zig and Zag a happy (5th?) birthday. 12:27pm
February 28
He "has scum like you for breakfast" OR ""has scum, like you, for breakfast"... 3:54pm
February 27
He wrote a java program that prints itself to the screen, and is surprisingly still single. 7:54pm
February 26
He is looking for a book about "Australian English", the dialect, not the descendants of convicts. 12:10pm
February 25
He is 9568 days old. 7:48pm
He says Dubs 2 for 2 in song contests. 11:51am
February 24
He is wondering why noone told hiom that a) Paisley Jnr. resigned b)his ex-flatmate died and c) B*witched are finally back together. 5:51pm
He is pleased with events in Wembley. 5:45pm
He starts campaigning for "Douze points pour Irlande" in the morning. Vive le dinde!! 1:02am
February 23
He would swap it all for a chocolate digestive. 6:19pm
He thinks Kosovo, Kurdistan, Basque, Catalunia, Bavaria, Scotland and...Cork: Countries that'll win the Eurovison Song contest before Ireland does again. 1:08am
February 22
He thiinks that Hillary's final answer in the Texas Democratic Debate will win her the nomination. 12:08pm
Today
He has decided, independently of a just remembered appointment with the bank on July 1, that he should be back for good by the end of the month. 3:34pm
Yesterday
He notes the sad demise of Gaelic Football in Meath. 6:04pm
May 31
He is pleased with the finale of Lost, Season 4. 10:26pm
May 29
He is surprised to have received a party invite through "e-mail" instead of facebook mail, and thinks this "e-mail" thing could catch on... 7:33pm
May 26
He is distraught at the loss of http://forums.scouts.ie/index.php?c=5. 4:48pm
He is putting his towel away, having proved he's a frood who knows where his is! 2:41pm
May 25
He feels it is time to think about upcoming exams, perhaps. 4:21pm
May 24
He was hoping to be cheering for Ireland in Serbia, but he'll settle for watchin Serbia, in Ireland. 8:46pm
He spared a thought for Peter Stringer's career. No more of that... Come On MUNSTER!!! 5:32pm
He invites you all to observe one minute's silence at 16:30 B.S.T. for the repose of Peter Stringer's career. Come On MUNSTER!!! 4:12pm
May 23
He wishes Wolf Blitzer would just have the sex with Jeannie Moos and get over it already!! 7:34pm
May 22
He is minded that 18+5>17+3. 3:22pm
May 21
He 1-1, but more than Harry. 10:46pm
He is looking to get the €10 he spent on voting for Dustin back from the Irish Embassy! 2:17pm
May 20
He is toxic. 4:12pm
May 19
He is not a girl, not yet a woman. 10:33pm
May 15
He has signed up to a Belgian trend, by wearing a necker in his profile picture.6:46pm
He has just heard the biggest F.O. thunder clap ever. 6:35pm
May 14
He is on Ibuprofen, Paracetemol, Vitamin C, Cod Liver Oil & Antihistamines, but has saved money by not asking a Doctor about them first. Sleepy time... 3:39pm
May 13
He is sad to see Downing go red. (cf Orla Gordon). 1:42pm
May 12
He says what Costigan said.10:28pm
He rejects the sun and all of its works. 3:20pm
He welcomes all the new members to the club of "Those Who Were Best in Their Class But Still Didn't Get Schol". Bell-curves be damned! 1:19pm
He is asking what Halligan is asking, but without the promise of liquid refreshment... times are hard. 12:46pm
May 11
He is asking favours of Wigan & Portsmouth. 5:29pm
May 10
He is blogging about a ball he was not at. BelgiumNotFrance.Blogspot.com. 10:40pm
May 9
He is blogging, and is wondering what happened to the other two status updates... 8:08pm
May 8
He is advising Hillary on how to ignore the facts and continue running for election. 12:11pm
May 7
He is hoping the new leader will usher forth a new era of solidarity. Comrade Medvedev, I шalute ёou! 12:13pm
May 6
He is watching Bertie walk away from power. 7:19pm
He is watching 'Iron Man'. 12:52pm
May 5
He est revenu, et commence le projet aujoud'hui. 12:56pm
May 4
He is leaving on a jet-plane. 11:21pm
May 2
He has the same reaction to Keith Duffy, as Keith Duffy has to nuts. 2:34pm
May 1
He is recovering from multiple kicks to the crotch. 4:36am
April 28
He is seeing a pattern: Jim->Tim->Tom. 12:07am
April 27
He notes another win for Munster. 10:57pm
He is ordering 60 horses' heads on eBay, and is watching "Munich" for ideas. 3:09am
April 26
He notes the tragic loss to comedy that occured at 7pm yesterday... 1:30pm
He has new found respect for far away Belgium. 1:36am
April 25
He saw b*witched back in the day. 12:38pm
April 23
He is travelling to Leuven to catch a choo choo plane. 12:44pm
He is awaiting an IM from anybody on facebook chat. 9:18am
April 21
He is getting tired of all this canvassing and is glad he's not in Lawsoc or Halls. 5:35pm
He is on Skype: duinegananam. 2:35pm
April 17
He has never heard of Ciaran Cannon, and probably never will. 12:20pm
April 15
He bloggt, blogge, ag blogáil. 5:58pm
He doesn't feel guilty playing around on facebook instead of studying. 12:30pm
April 14
He is home next Wednesday. 3:24pm
April 13
He is wondering who else his friends know, given that he's only 62nd in ComparePeople's "Better at Science" category. 2:02pm
April 12
He says you can have Hillery, but you can't have Fianna Fáil. 12:03pm
April 10
He is looking forward to Cullen's imminent demise. 11:58am
April 9
He supports The Hist's Law Amendments, more or less. 3:00pm
April 8
He is just after purchasing a book for college, that wouuld be the first, after 6 years in same, and is resenting it. 3:41pm
He is continuing in a state of rest, unless acted on by an external force. Is this what is meant by a "moment of inertia"? 2:01pm
April 6
He is sad that his hero has been hounded out by accusations and hearsay. Mugabe, you'll always be my chief. 6:54pm
April 5
He is pleased with London Irish & Munster. 7:22pm
He is cheering on the Munster Men. 5:36pm
April 4
He is in Louvain-la-Neuve, not Leuven, in Belgium, not France. 4:51pm
April 2
He is beginning to doubt if it is possible for Ireland AND Belgium to have governments simultaneously. 4:48pm
He is open mouthed, shocked and saddened. 11:36am
April 1
He thinks the Gerry Ryan Show April Fools' gag was as good as ever, and he shall welcome tithing. 11:53am
March 29
He blames Canada. 10:55pm
He is satisfied that Arsenal lost 2-0 and is not going to let AERTEL tell him any different. 6:32pm
March 28
He is listening to Westlife. 8:26pm
He is wondering what the fuss is about, he's only got one exam, though it is in Dublin, and he hasn't attended any classes. It's probably just a typo. 7:52pm
He believes in Bertie. 4:05pm
March 27
He is blogging about not blogging, Cologne and food. 7:49pm
March 24
He is retuning to 88fm, what with RTE ditching MW broadcasts. O'Donnell Abú! 4:10pm
March 23
He is pleased that Liverpool are consistent. 8:24pm
March 22
He is updating his status. 8:10pm
March 21
He is jealous of Sweden. 8:44pm
March 20
He is watching Aladdin. 4:45pm
March 18
He is going to continue the Irish Good Friday tradition by defying Belgian licensing laws, and staying away from the pubs, off-licences and alcohol in general. 2:48pm
March 16
He did not make it to the final of the Tilbury House IV, as he and Darren felt it would take away from the freshers' success in the National Maidens. So there. 10:00pm
He is back from Köln. 9:06pm
March 14
He is hoping that Darren will break a trend, and have a passport.9:48amMarch 13
He is Client #9. 1:20am
March 12
He remarks that not for the first time the good people of Mississippi went for the black guy. 9:45am
March 11
He 8===> ({}). 7:55pm
March 10
He is officially endorsing Clinton. Obama 2016! 5:05pm
He is. aswell, but better. 1:26am
March 9
He fährt nach Deutschland nächste Wochenende, und ist Debatte. 6:42pm
March 8
He is looking forward Liverpool scoring 4 against Keegan's Newcastle, like in the good old days. (3 will do). 5:14pm
He is looking forward Liverpool scoring 4 against Keegan's Newcastle, like in the good old days. 2:47pm
He is looking forward to Rio Ferdinand conceding at least another 2 in the next 10 minutes. 2:30pm
March 7
He is pleased with the power of subliminal messaging. 5:39pm
He wonders if CNN will give an election prediction at 5pm GMT. 4:58pm
He intends to vote early and often. 11:53am
He thinks he should update his Blog soon. Tomorrow probably. 12:55am
March 6
He is excited about the early onset of the Hist Election Season. 6:31pm
March 5
He is excited about the early onset of the Hist Election Season. 9:01pm
He is thinking that there's a doings a transpiring... 6:59pm
He doesn't pay Bartley to respond to his facebook comments. 4:29pm
He doesn't know who is most relieved: Peter Robinson, Hillary Clinton or William Quill. 7:25am
March 4
He reminds soldiers: March 4th! 5:05pm
He has decided to withdraw from the Theobald Wolfe Tone Memorial Debating Competition 2008 for personal reasons. 11:40am
He remarque qu'il neige toujours!! 12:53am
March 3
He remarque qu'il neige!! 10:32pm
He is on the Jamboree 2008 media team. 4:52pm
March 2
He didn't win an Irish Blog Award last night and is not best pleased. 2:23pm
March 1
He is looking forward to camping in Punchestown this summer, but not at a Music Festival. This is going to be great.. 11:04pm
He aims to continue the CUS winning streak in the Times next year. 12:12pm
He does not know who won the Irish Times Debate 2008. 12:46am
February 29
He wonders "who is Irish Times?". 10:17pm
He wishes Zig and Zag a happy (5th?) birthday. 12:27pm
February 28
He "has scum like you for breakfast" OR ""has scum, like you, for breakfast"... 3:54pm
February 27
He wrote a java program that prints itself to the screen, and is surprisingly still single. 7:54pm
February 26
He is looking for a book about "Australian English", the dialect, not the descendants of convicts. 12:10pm
February 25
He is 9568 days old. 7:48pm
He says Dubs 2 for 2 in song contests. 11:51am
February 24
He is wondering why noone told hiom that a) Paisley Jnr. resigned b)his ex-flatmate died and c) B*witched are finally back together. 5:51pm
He is pleased with events in Wembley. 5:45pm
He starts campaigning for "Douze points pour Irlande" in the morning. Vive le dinde!! 1:02am
February 23
He would swap it all for a chocolate digestive. 6:19pm
He thinks Kosovo, Kurdistan, Basque, Catalunia, Bavaria, Scotland and...Cork: Countries that'll win the Eurovison Song contest before Ireland does again. 1:08am
February 22
He thiinks that Hillary's final answer in the Texas Democratic Debate will win her the nomination. 12:08pm
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Don't be a stranger...
I notice that I've got hits from Israel, Switzerland, Singapore & Mexico.
If you are a visitor from anywhere strange please leave a comment here.
Cheers.
If you are a visitor from anywhere strange please leave a comment here.
Cheers.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Hey Trinity Ballers...
Hey Trinity Ballers,
What was it like in Dublin City?
I'm 1000 K away, but sure
I know I don't feel as shitty,
As you do,
Mortals can't drink as much as you,
I swear it's true.
Hey there ball girls,
You didn't worry 'bout the distance,
Now your ankles are all swollen,
And you still look & smell like you're pissed:
Bloodshot-eyes,
Your little toe is part incised,
and you bruised your side.
Oh it's the Ball in Trinity,
For which I've no affinity,
I can't say it was shitty,
For I'd be sued by MCD,
(tho, they can't get to me)...
Hey there tuxedos,
Your dried vomit's getting hard,
A fiver says that you can't name that girl,
But cootees can leave a scar,
Did you get wood?
Your momma always said you would,
That blo was good.!
Hey there hangovers,
I've got so much left to say,
Multi-syllabic words may confuse you,
Plains White Pills take pain away,
Don't take them all,
You'd be even likelier to fall,
The Gards, they'd call.
Oh it's the Ball in Trinity,
Über masculinity.
With gladragged femininity,
Endangering virginity,
80 quid seems pretty far,
Did you get within a mile of the bar?
Or did you smuggle it in, having no other way?
Were you on the morning's first bus?
Or did you fall asleep because you did not drink Red Bull along the way?
No matter what, I promise you,
You'll do the same thing next year too,
The world will change but the ball will be the same,
And you're to blame.
Hey there young Ballers,
That rented suit used to look spiffy,
But those beers have ruined the colours, fool!
And now it smells quit iffy- and the bruise!
That smell is coming out of you,
You can drink wherever you want to,
Yes all that lovely beer's for you,
It'll make you spew...
Oh it's the Ball in Trinity,
Yes the Ball in Trinity,
Not much rhymes with Trinity,
Not much is less than infinity,
Less then infinity.
What was it like in Dublin City?
I'm 1000 K away, but sure
I know I don't feel as shitty,
As you do,
Mortals can't drink as much as you,
I swear it's true.
Hey there ball girls,
You didn't worry 'bout the distance,
Now your ankles are all swollen,
And you still look & smell like you're pissed:
Bloodshot-eyes,
Your little toe is part incised,
and you bruised your side.
Oh it's the Ball in Trinity,
For which I've no affinity,
I can't say it was shitty,
For I'd be sued by MCD,
(tho, they can't get to me)...
Hey there tuxedos,
Your dried vomit's getting hard,
A fiver says that you can't name that girl,
But cootees can leave a scar,
Did you get wood?
Your momma always said you would,
That blo was good.!
Hey there hangovers,
I've got so much left to say,
Multi-syllabic words may confuse you,
Plains White Pills take pain away,
Don't take them all,
You'd be even likelier to fall,
The Gards, they'd call.
Oh it's the Ball in Trinity,
Über masculinity.
With gladragged femininity,
Endangering virginity,
80 quid seems pretty far,
Did you get within a mile of the bar?
Or did you smuggle it in, having no other way?
Were you on the morning's first bus?
Or did you fall asleep because you did not drink Red Bull along the way?
No matter what, I promise you,
You'll do the same thing next year too,
The world will change but the ball will be the same,
And you're to blame.
Hey there young Ballers,
That rented suit used to look spiffy,
But those beers have ruined the colours, fool!
And now it smells quit iffy- and the bruise!
That smell is coming out of you,
You can drink wherever you want to,
Yes all that lovely beer's for you,
It'll make you spew...
Oh it's the Ball in Trinity,
Yes the Ball in Trinity,
Not much rhymes with Trinity,
Not much is less than infinity,
Less then infinity.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Exams, essays and other things beginning with 'E'
We now present another weak installment of the blog thing.
The college year, like a fire-exit sign, is on the way out. This has both positive and negative repercussions.
Exams are approaching, which means I have to try to collate what notes I have and find the building described as a 'bibliothèque'. I've looked up an English translation of same and I'm told it means 'library', whatever that means!?
I've also got two computer programming projects to hand in, as well as an essay on aspects of Ozzie English, which is a flamin' bastard to compile.
On the plus side, the day of my return to the land I so love is approaching, and after a few days in Germany I'll probably go back to Ireland. (ahh, Miss Direction; the girl of my dreams)
May, being the first month of Summer, also brought the sun back, both to Ireland and Belgiumland. This might seem like good news, but the big shiny circle thing occasions allergic reactions in yours truly, it's like cootees but without the benefits.
The college year, like a fire-exit sign, is on the way out. This has both positive and negative repercussions.
Exams are approaching, which means I have to try to collate what notes I have and find the building described as a 'bibliothèque'. I've looked up an English translation of same and I'm told it means 'library', whatever that means!?
I've also got two computer programming projects to hand in, as well as an essay on aspects of Ozzie English, which is a flamin' bastard to compile.
On the plus side, the day of my return to the land I so love is approaching, and after a few days in Germany I'll probably go back to Ireland. (ahh, Miss Direction; the girl of my dreams)
May, being the first month of Summer, also brought the sun back, both to Ireland and Belgiumland. This might seem like good news, but the big shiny circle thing occasions allergic reactions in yours truly, it's like cootees but without the benefits.
Weekend at Bengie's
So I went back to Dublin from April 25 - May 5 for a spot of canvassing. You gotta love that Lisbon Treaty.
I spent last weekend in Glendale Lodge with the Cabin Crew for some yearly repairs/maintenance etc.
Improvements include a fence, and a 13ft F.O. entrance gate, which took some Egyptian engineering to erect. 100% Egyptian trigonometry, 100% Egyptian carpentry and a 100% Egyptian Land Rover.
I got me centenary badge out of it so me is happy.
What with a training course and a trip to the Scout Shop from Gary my 10 days in Dublin got me:
Troop Overnights certificate
Chat Forum Badge
Centenary Badge
Centenary Award
Sun Burn
Centenary Neckerchief
Good times.
I spent last weekend in Glendale Lodge with the Cabin Crew for some yearly repairs/maintenance etc.
Improvements include a fence, and a 13ft F.O. entrance gate, which took some Egyptian engineering to erect. 100% Egyptian trigonometry, 100% Egyptian carpentry and a 100% Egyptian Land Rover.
I got me centenary badge out of it so me is happy.
What with a training course and a trip to the Scout Shop from Gary my 10 days in Dublin got me:
Troop Overnights certificate
Chat Forum Badge
Centenary Badge
Centenary Award
Sun Burn
Centenary Neckerchief
Good times.
Same sh!t, different year
As some of you may know, I received a, now-habitual, swift kick in the goolies at the end of April. Once again, fate has conspired to rub its balls in my face.
Oh dear, what a pitty, never mind.
Maybe Liverpool will win something next year.
A wise man once said: "Remember: win or lose, those are your two options."
Oh dear, what a pitty, never mind.
Maybe Liverpool will win something next year.
A wise man once said: "Remember: win or lose, those are your two options."
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Fear and loathing on a River Rafting Ride
So there we was, on a laid back river raft ride in Walibi, having survived the waterfalls and the rapids, more or less dry, when in the cue to disembark our raft started taking on water. Those on the side where the water came in ignored the law of the lever and stood up on the seats pushing that side down even more. Having taken in about a foot of water I was starting to write my acceptance speech for the bravery award I'd get for rescuing the three kids and four adults, but no such luck as we were pulled onto the conveyor belt and the crisis was averted.
After that the bruvvas and I had a taste for adventure so we decided to form a crimefighting trio, a male version of Chalie's Angels...
After that the bruvvas and I had a taste for adventure so we decided to form a crimefighting trio, a male version of Chalie's Angels...
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
J'en ai marre de Johnny Marr...
(... or roll and rock)
Have you noticed just how long people are in the lavatory?
Well I've noticed that short people are also there too.
Living on a tight budget, like living on a tight budgie, encourages innovation. One such piece of innovation I shall relate unto you now.
You'll know from reading this blog that there's plenty of corn in my diet, and in this blog. Thus I go thru my fair share of bog roll. This has created a cash flow problem.
The walls have ears and potatoes have eyes, so keep this to yourselves:
If buying t.p. is too much of an extravagance, then find a toilet roll tube and use it to coil the free t.p. provided in public toilets in universities, cafés, on trains or in libraries. The savings are absolootely fantastic.
Beware thou, such a practise is not entirely without risk: You can get AIDS on a toilet seat, but there are more comfortable places.
Have you noticed just how long people are in the lavatory?
Well I've noticed that short people are also there too.
Living on a tight budget, like living on a tight budgie, encourages innovation. One such piece of innovation I shall relate unto you now.
You'll know from reading this blog that there's plenty of corn in my diet, and in this blog. Thus I go thru my fair share of bog roll. This has created a cash flow problem.
The walls have ears and potatoes have eyes, so keep this to yourselves:
If buying t.p. is too much of an extravagance, then find a toilet roll tube and use it to coil the free t.p. provided in public toilets in universities, cafés, on trains or in libraries. The savings are absolootely fantastic.
Beware thou, such a practise is not entirely without risk: You can get AIDS on a toilet seat, but there are more comfortable places.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Louvain-la-Neuve, Not Leuven
I feel I need to clear up something, but I don't know the french for penicillin. To all those, including members of my family, who ask how I'm getting on in Leuven, I repeat: I live in Louvain-la-Neuve not Leuven.
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.
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.
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.
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
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...
One scout leader and 4 scouts looking for a roof for the night.
Being a brother to my fellow scouts I agreed...
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"
...so 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.
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"
...so 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.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
"The report of my debt is an exaggeration"
Given that I spent c. 2 months in a 2 star hotel at the start of my year abroad, it seems that the money is starting to run out. Plans to get a McJob have so far been scuppered, owing to the requirement that one be in some way competent in la langue francaise. Facists!. I'm considering selling my body... of literary work (this Blog included) to the highest bidder.
In other news, my co-kotteurs and I had a nice meal together for the first time on Wednesday, we all went out on a whistle stop tour of all the student run bars afterwards (occasioning the rant). Subsequently, two nights later I'm still shattered.
In udder news, mastitis is on the increase in Wallonia.
I'd like to finish with a happy note: G#
In other news, my co-kotteurs and I had a nice meal together for the first time on Wednesday, we all went out on a whistle stop tour of all the student run bars afterwards (occasioning the rant). Subsequently, two nights later I'm still shattered.
In udder news, mastitis is on the increase in Wallonia.
I'd like to finish with a happy note: G#
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