It has been a long day. Doubly long, for a Sunday. Was up at 6.30[1] Yes, Six Thirty in the am. On account of peoples falling out windows and impaling themselves on railings. And while I am prone to exaggeration, that is the truth, and let me tell you, finding firemen washing blood off the footpath outside your home is not something you really want to wake up to. And inviting a garda up to your place in order to give details of the faller, and then having to head up to the hospital and hang around, being told nothing, for hours. Until yet more gardaà arrived and took our witness statements.
Don’t worry, damaged foot, broken arm, fractured skull, but the patient is stable and currently snoring in the hospital. But still, not a great start to the day.
The demon drink eh.
In much better and happier news Sligo are Connacht Champions 2007. First time since 1975 that we’ve won. So the favourites didn’t win their 45th title. Cue the celebration in Sligo.
And now there is the Munster Hurling[2] to be watched[3] Busy busy busy, that’s what I am. Haven’t even had the time to open up the newspaper.
How could I not quote from Christy Moore’s Johnny Jump Up
- this may not be early for the likes of Kelly, but for the likes of me it is ↩
- Come on Limerick ↩
- keep up to date here ↩
Wowsers!
Nasty.
That'd be a fairly accurate description all right Alan.
You left out the part about the "gobbets of flesh" left on the railings. Best part IMHO. And the fact that the Gardai didn't even have the decency to be attractive…
And YAY Sligo! I care only in theory but still.
No no, she says cheerily. I've been up for hours! Oh, wait. Your day comes before mine, so I was still sweetly tucked in bed while the blood and guts and brain matter were being hosed off the walk. LORD. Seriously, Fence. LORD.
This person didn't happen to fall out of YOUR window, did said person? Because that would be AWESOME. (Sorry. I've been reading horror anthologies, and that just jumped out – oh woops – no pun intended.)
You're right H, but now that you've mentioned them I don't have to :)
And of course the person fell out my window Kelly, otherwise we wouldn't have the Gardaà up at "the crime scene" in our apt. I didn't really make that totally clear, did I?
I'd rewrite it. Include the gobbets, spell out the obvious stuff for the dumb Americans ;-) (and maybe add a tearjerking end where the dog saves the day) and stress for anyone who remembers the head-in-the-gate story that the individual who believed he could fly was not, in fact, one of your many brothers.
Heeeey, WTF? Somebody needs to be banned, wink notwithstanding. Ahem.
That Harlequin is a trouble maker, isn't she.
Both of you can bite my shiny metal ass.
Certainly is a unique way to begin the day! Glad to hear that it wasn't you, however…much better to be the witness than the impaled! ;)
6.30am during the week is a lie in for me. But fortunately, I don't tend to find gory stuff outside!
H, I've told you before, you don't taste nice.
Very much so Carl :)
I don't mind early rising during the week so much, but I like my lie ins at the weekend.