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Thursday April 22, 04
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11:14 AM - Kill O Muirgheasa 1 and indeed 2
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Skanger One.
So I'm going to the hole in the wall for my weekly allowance through a Godforsaken Northside Skanger infested Shopping Mall.I pass two female skangers arguing with a mutton head security guard about the provenance and purchase of a pair of skangtastic runners,trainers,sneakers,whatever the fuck they are called nowadays.
"No Mistah,I'll get the bleedin'receipt"
Her mate was wheeling a buggy with a skinfant(skanger infant).
Next thing,the Harpie takes off like a shot running madly with the aforementioned trainers like a beast possessed.Mr.Security takes off after her as fast as his tubbiness can carry him.The skang collapses to the street and the glittering prize falls from her hands.A double decker bus screeches to a halt before the tableau as Security gimp calles the federales and the prostrate skangerooney screams of a broken arm as the baby screams in the buggy and her mate strokes her hair after the ordeal.
Skanger Two
Several hours later I make my way up the same street towards the train station after another days labours(ha!).
The path is crowded at a bus stop.
As I make my way a stupid male hoodie skanger and his skangerette consort come into view.The Cretin is not looking where he goes and clatters straight into me.
"Watch where your fuckin' goin'" is the Wildean admonishment.I summon my most withering tone and archly command him in equally Wildean terms "Fuck Off".
"I'll bleedin'thrun ye through that fuckin' window"is the gay riposte.
Gathering up all my reserves I emphatically instruct him in exactly the same way as previously,bar the addition of preceding it with "Would you ever go and",perhaps said more imploringly than before.
I continue walking fully expecting him them to follow,but no.The moment has passed.
I reach the train and listen to John R.Cash singing his mother's hymn book and I ponder the vanity of existence,even for such detritus as these skanger folk.
Thus endeth two epiphanies, or vignettes if you will,in my working day.
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Wednesday April 14, 04
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01:12 AM - Soliloquay
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To "Move" or not to "Move"
That is the Question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the screams and barrenness of the Stereophonics,
Or to use ears for the wonderful Pixies
And the next night,Sublime Moz?
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Monday April 12, 04
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02:45 AM - Boring and Queasy
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To B and Q to prod a few things and look at the aimless gimps working and shopping there and arrive home with nothing but the clothes I went out in.
Happy Easter Monday!!!
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Sunday April 11, 04
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03:41 AM - Eggs
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Another piece of "Kit Kat" and a little "Lir".
Plus I watched "Far From Heaven".Excellent!
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12:50 AM - Eggs-istentialism....Or Jism
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Egg Tally,Captains Log,Stardate;Whatever.Time:09;47 GMT.
A bit of a "Lir"(pronounced Leer!)egg,which has Jizzy Jackson Pollack streaks on its circumference.
A bit of a "Heroes".Filled with chocolates.These are the Heroes,apparently.Fudge is a hero.So is a Dream.I ate half a discarded Fudge.
A cup of coffee.
Don't think I can face anymore eggs.
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Saturday April 10, 04
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08:11 AM - Lawn Part Deux
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Lawn Done!
But the strimmer is shite and will not work.Oh well.
The garden is like the set of Beckett's "Waiting For Godot".
It is just a tree and the lawn and has been so since we moved here in 1999.Gardening is not my strong point.
I think I am in the pantheon of "most boring journal".Let me know if you disagree.
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06:02 AM - Why?
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1.Have I bought so many DVDs over the last 2 years,80+ perhaps,and only watched about 5 of them?
2.Have I got to spend the next 18 years at least in a crappy job before i can leave?
3.Do you spend so much more time in aforementioned crappy jobs rather than being with the ones you love?
4.Do I have to mow the bloody lawn now?
5.Do my erections(shelves,curtain rails etc)always end up loosening?
6.Didn't I go to The Smiths in the 80's on their many trips here?
7.Ditto Johnny Cash.
So many why's,some more serious than those mentioned above.
On a brighter note,I have ten days off from the Numbers House,which is always welcome.Plus I will be off for the whole month of July,Bliss!
A cottage in Scotland might be nice in July.
I plan to work considerably less than 12 months each year from now on.Swings and roundabouts come with ageing,this is a swing,or is it a roundabout?
May I recommend Covent Garden Bath Products?
Lawn Time!!!!!!!!
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Friday March 05, 04
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03:59 PM - Un Embarrassement de Riches
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So Mr.M is to play in Dublin again.
It hardly seems like yesterday since he did two nights in The Ambassador(I don't see any Ambassadors).
What will an ailing,ageing buffoon like me do at a festival?
What will the other bands be like?Will they be loud and wear similar clothes?
Will there be vomit?
Will there be plenty of toilets?
What about alcohol?Will there be too much freely available?
More importantly,when do the tickets go on sale and where can I get them?
I am still going to the Manchester gig on May 22nd,ergo: un embarrassement de riches.
I fully expect to see you all in Dublin.
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Monday January 05, 04
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11:24 AM - Howdy,Y'all!
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Well I had a great time in South Carolina.
Weather good.
Food excellent.
Nice Prezzies.
Beer a bit watery.
Nice Scenery.
Nice folks.
Nice houses.
What more can I say.
Only fly in the ointment was the bad allergic reaction I had to some food.Jesus,did I puke my ring up.I thought it would never end.And my face bloated out like billy-o.Couldn't breathe,then my face swelled up red and my eyes went all bloodshot from the puking and they are still bloody.
But,anyway.All in all, a good trip.
Back in cold Direland now.Brrr.
And poxy work tomorrow.
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Thursday December 18, 03
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12:23 PM - Random Witterings of an Old Man
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Christmas is such a load of bollox,isn't it?
People calling round who do your head in.
Horrendous expenditure on presents.
Getting pissed all the time.
Eating like fuck.
It's ok to do these things sometimes,but for a month is unbearable.
Bah and Humbug.
Hope I get some nice prezzies,though :)
Not looking forward to the fucking flight to America.I hate flying at the best of times but this will be the longest ever for me.I'm such a wuss :)
I'm afraid of Americans,as Dame Dave sang.
Well,some of them.Obviousy most of the Morrissey Solo ones are glorious.
Doubt if I'll meet any Morrissey fans where I'm going.
But who knows???????
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