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.
Just make sure the two of you protect your budding love affair from the papparazzi, all right?
No need Anne. The love affair is over I'm afraid. Merely nostalgia now :)
Now that Mr. Marsters is a thing of the past for you, you'll no doubt meet. And he will be smitten. Life is funny that way. Ah, decisions, decisions…
Spike? You can 'ave him. I'll take Angel yum-yum!
Hey maybe your brother has a potential rugby career…possible?
A convention on suicide? Yikes! What does you mother do for a living?
Curious–how many brothers do you have?
I'm sure I could persuaded to rekindle a fire Livewire…
Terri, I totally agree. I don't suppose you saw the ads that TV3 were running for Bones? All about how yummy Mr. Boreanaz is, and to the "Angel Eyes" song. Very nice. One thing about TV3, they do great adverts.
Sally, I suppose anything is possible :) Although there are only about 100 professional rugby players in the whole country. And i think the average annual wage is something like 55 grand, so not too great when you factor in the retirement age.
Talena, she runs a community centre-type-thing. (Fuzziness cause I'm not exactly sure). And I have 5 brothers. Plus one sister. All in all, a small family ;)
Factor in being bought drinks every time he goes out, it might be a good thing! But, if you factor in the inevitable injuries he should concentrate on his studies…
Well he has already had a few injuries. At the moment his hip keeps locking. Luckily enough usually during the "cool down" phase of exercise, so after the game. X-rays revealed nothing wrong, so the reason is still a bit of a mystery.
As for the drinks issue, he doesn't. At least not yet. Much to brother #4's disgust. Although we do have one incriminating photo… He is only 17, so plenty of time for him to start I suppose.
Legal drinking age is 18 there, right? 21 here…not that it stops people. They always find a way!
His hip thing may lead to great stories at the pub and free drinks…it's about the future!