Okay, so lately what have I been up to[1] Well let me see. Last night I went to see The Sick and Indigent Song Club, they play every Monday in the Ha’Penny Bridge Inn. And tis free in[2] One of the lads at work goes a fair amount I think so he invited a few of us from work. For discussions about our upcoming xmas party[3] Doesn’t look like we’ll be having an official one this year. What with the cutbacks and credit crunch[4] We decided on precisely nothing. Apart from the fact that yes we would organise something ourselves. So yay.
Oh yeah, the music! Twas good. Blue-grassy style I suppose you’d call it, but sure me and labels don’t always get along too well. I did like The Shrew Shanty song, you can hear that on their MySpace site.
At the weekend I went home to Sligo, and had huge amount of fun on the train being entertained by a crazy[5] But we disagreed over boiled eggs and he told me that there would be no honeymoon for us. Alas.
Then I went to watch the brother play rugby on Sat in Galway. And the weather! Peoples, the weather! On the journey from Sligo to Galway it was totally horrendous. What with the rain and the wind, and the rain. Did I mention the rain? But once we got to the ground it wasn’t so bad. Freezing. And a little rainy, but we escaped the worst of it. Plus they won. So yay.
Sun I did nothing. Well travelled back up to Dublin. No crazy entertainment this time.
Anything else…
Oh yes, Neil Gaiman was in Easons a while back, promoting The Graveyard Book so I now have myself a signed copy of it. Well, Harlequin has a signed copy of it for me as she was good enough to hang around in the queue after the talk. I bailed. I know, I know, not a true dedicated fan. But while I think having a signed book is cool, I think tis cooler to listen to him talk.
Think that is about all I’ve been up to recently. You are all filled in. Or bored. Whichever.
:D oh, you made me laugh so much with that bit about the crazy…
don't even talk about the rain. i mean, talk about it, of course, but don't talk about it.
He wasn't *just* a crazy. He was a genuine, true-blue convicted criminal crazy. You couldn't make him up!
And I think you might have mentioned that I hung around FOR TWO HOURS to get the damn signature and picture. :-) I'm thinking I might come up to you this weekend and give it to you, along with HIMYM and all the dvds you lent me etc. Whatsay?
see fence, you have friends that read your blog – a real flesh-and-blood human being. none of my bloody friends read my blog – they're useless!
Or maybe I'm just Fence using another handle…
ooh that would be canny!
(and sad :( )
It would be sad. Sad and lame. Although if was talking to myself like that maybe I'd be the crazy, not the dude on the train at all!
yeah, and then you wouldn't know it was sad, so that'd be fine! :D
I agree with me.
Me too.