all girls are princesses. Even snotty, two-face bullies

I’m hoarse today. So hoarse I can’t actually speak at all. Well, the odd croak and a bit of a wheeze. Totally the fault of the cough I have. And the playing football in the rain. Nothing whatsoever to do with the drunken singing in the pub. No siree bob!

So I spent the day watching telly. Showjumping at 11 or so. Quick hop out to the shops to pick up the essentials; Strepsils, cough medicine, sausages and wedges. Pure essentials. Then home to watch the GAA. Two hurling quarters were on. Tip v Wexford was on first. I switched it on thinking, ah sure, I’ll support Tip, you know, what with the family connection to that county. But then I found myself urging Wexford on. That old underdog sympathy thing got me. And they won. Which was great. And a drama filled ending.

The other quarter-final was between Kilkenny and Galway. Kilkenny being the favourites, and me having been to college in Galway I was going to cheer them on. But then I was reminded of Vanessa McGarry’s death by seeing her son and her husband (Kilkenny goalkeeper) in the players’ section of the stand and it seemed somehow wrong to be wishing the team till. Course, as some hurling fella said, life is real and can be tragic, but that is exactly why we have things like sport.

The other two quarters are on tomorrow; Luimneach v An Clár and Port Láirge v Corcaigh. I’ll be cheering on Limerick and Waterford. I think. Well, Limerick for sure. I’m not to definite about the other match. Waterford deserve their shot at glory. But then again, as I’ve mentioned before I do like to cheer Cork on. We’ll see how the teams play.

Anyway, back to my exciting adventures on the couch. I then watched bits of Coast as they were doing the West coast of Ireland today. I did miss most of it, but caught the end. Did you know that seaweed is used in the making of beer and ice-cream? Well, now you do.

After that it was time for Jekyll. The final episode. And it was good, but I’m not too sure about the final scene. Was a bit “we want a twist” rather than an ending. Still, I’ll be keeping my eye out for anything else that Steven Moffat writes.

I was thinking of going to bed then. But instead I pulled out a dvd; A Little Princess which I bought in a 3 for €22 thingie during the week. I’d watched it years and years ago when the kids I was babysitting had rented it. And it really is a beautifully shot and directed film. And the music is great too. And I discovered that Alfonso Cuarón directed it. I may do a proper review at some stage.

So, that was my thrilling Saturday. I know you couldn’t possibly have gotten upto anything more exciting than that! :)

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7 responses on all girls are princesses. Even snotty, two-face bullies

  1. Fence, I know that English is supposed to be our common language, but I need to know what dictionary I should pick up to understand your post today. What is hurling? Anything like curling?

  2. Fency, you'll have to forgive Rod. When it comes to Irish sport, he isn't a savvy American, like I am. Everybody KNOWS that hurling is competitive vomiting. We learned that in Wayne's World.

    I'm sorry you were too hoarse to yell at your telly (Rod, that's a television) during A Little Princess. I hope you feel better soon, friend. Drink lots. I mean, of water.

  3. I'm not sure how you could even contemplate for a second rooting for anyone other than Cork. Unless maybe it were Sligo and Cork, then you could be forgiven, under both home loyalties and underdog clauses. But to root for Waterford over Cork? It doesn't even bear thinking about. Then again, maybe I'm just biased. :)

  4. Rod, Hurling is the world's fastest field team sport. So they say. Sort of like hockey, but very very different. There is a certain amount of it going on it the States too, but it is mainly an Irish sport.

    Kelly, that part of hurling happens after the celebrations. And no. Still struck dumb :)

    Ann I know that once the game starts I'll be cheering on Cork. But until then I'll persuade myself that Waterford deserve it more :) And yes, you are biased.
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  5. Sorry you're sick my darlin. I was half-thinking of coming down to the Big Shmoke today but sadly for you, I decided I lacked the energy. So I did not. Pity, because I could have gone on Lucozade runs to the shop and fetched you cushions and fanned you as you coughed into a lace-edged hankie and inspected it for blood…

    I remember seeing A Little Princess a few years ago. Lovely film. Read the book as well; although it didn't stay in my consciousness as much as The Secret Garden, it was still a nice story.

    I made the mistake of renting Eragon last night. Oh, GOD, the boredom of it! I was not even interested enough to watch it til the end – I switched over to Daredevil instead.

    Hope your throat feels better soon.

    I bought a grey silk dress in Monsoon today. Why?

    (a) It was only €48 in the sale

    (b) It felt nice against when I put it on

    (c) I got my new credit card on Friday and had my head turned by the higher limit

    (d) I have no self-control at the moment

  6. I'm not really sick though. Just unable to talk, I am managing to croak today, luckily enough though the flatmate is away, so I can cough my hacking cough without annoying her :)
    Twitter: ecnef

  7. She's fleeing her imminent indictment for defenestration, eh? Hope you enjoy hacking and expectorating with complete impunity. At least you don't feel too crap. Though I think the worst thing about a cough is when you can't get to sleep because your own coughing is keeping you awake! So you feel much worse because of exhaustion.

    Bonus that in your profession being unable to speak needn't be a handicap. If you lost the use of your ssssh-ing finger, you'd really be in trouble. ;-)

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