So tonight I should be up in Drog-heda getting all dolled up, drinking champagne and cocktails with NM and copper-copper. This party was the reason I came down from Sligo a day or so early. Only woke up this morning with a headache. Which didn’t go away, and then I got a bit snifly. I’m thinking the first of 2006’s cold-type-things has arrived. So instead I’m staying home, curled up on the couch, with my duvet watching crappy tv.
Think I’ll switch on Veronica Mars in a while. There is only so much nonsense I can put up with, and the telly is full of it. Mainly Gerry bloody Ryan and his pop hitlist. Let me tell you, Westlife are not good, not good at all. Although, that Mark McCabe remix of Maniac on the dancefloor does bring back memories.