Sep 22 2006
It’s Spike. And he’s wearing a coat!
Look, James Marsters is coming to Ireland. Yes, I’m well aware that that page doesn’t say that, however part of the film wil be shot in Ireland, so I’m guessing he’ll be making the trip.
If only I still thought he was the bee’s knees like I did a few years back.
Met up with de mudder last night. She’d going to a conference today[1] but yesterday evening she dragged me out to the Higher Options fingy that was on at the RDS.
The brother [2] was supposed to go with his school a few days ago, but he was off, playing rugby so de mudder decided to take a look instead. So I tagged along too. He isn’t too sure what he wants to do, Arts maybe. Or journalism. But I’d say he really wants to do something sports related. Only that means he’d have to get loadsa points in the Leaving. Limerick have the best course, I think, and the points for that were round about the 500 mark, which he probably won’t get. Maybe he would if he concentrated totally on school work, but he usually has at least one day off in the week to play rugby with the school. And two weekends, often including half a Friday, travelling to Galway to play rugby with Connacht, so his school work isn’t really a priority at the moment.
That, of course, didn’t stop de mudder loading herself down with various brochures and leaflets and glossy booklets. And of course who had to carry them. Yup, that’d be me. And cause she’ll be spending today at this conference thingy she decided it’d be best if she left them with me and next time I’m making the trip to Sligeach I’ll have to lug them down on the train.
Which’ll probably be next week. And hopefully be then my rugby tickets will have arrived. Bloody ticketmaster won’t post them anywhere except to the “billing address” which is, of course still in Sligo. Cause I don’t trust our postbox in the apartments.
Tags: B#5, de mudder, James Marsters
