Susan Hated Literature

So, instead of rugby this blog will know turn its attention to… cricket! Nah, not really, though I have watched some of our winning ways. Who knew that failed^[1] furrin^[2] crickteers could play so well? Or, if I’m being honest, who really cared. Still, now that they are out there winning, and fans are singing olé olé olé^[3] the rest of us will be happy to see them do well.

In case you all didn’t know, the Six Nations finished up on Saturday. We were playing first, on account of the BBC organising things. Bloody English! And the match was one of the most entertaining, plus we scored over 50 points. All good. You know, apart from that last minute try from Italy after we really should have put the ball out of play, but no point in moaning. As B#5 said, sure, no matter what we scored those french fuckers’d^[4] probably go one better. But we had such high hopes ^[5] as it looked like Scotland might just do enough. But no, bloody crappy refs asking stoooopud questions when everyone and their dog could see that there was no grounding visible, therefore the benefit of the doubt must go to the defending team, and therefore you may NOT award the try should have been Mr. TMO’s call.

But, what can you do? Pray for payback come the Autumn, that’s what. So you’d better watch out then.

I would have loads and loads of photos of the terribly exciting and thrilling St. Patrick’s Day Parade from Sligo, only as B#3 was invest-igamating the new camera he hit the delete all button. I saved some, but not all. Mainly the attention grabbing parade consisted of bands. Marching pipe bands. In rain gear.

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Yeah, so I’m a day early, but I won’t be here tomorrow. So instead we are going to pretend that tomorrow is today. Which of course means only one thing. Rugby!

Oh and some parades and stuff.

There are construction workers all over the shop, hard at work putting up the fun fair. And the luminarium. And probably a lot of other stuff. Even one of the sex adult shops nearby has decorated for St. Patrick’s day. Which strikes me as slightly odd. I mean are leprechauns sexy? I’m shuddering having just typed that. And now thinking about that episode of The Simpsons, you know the one with the fortune teller who puts a curse on the family and Bart drowns in a bowl of cereal? And the leprechaun gets it on with the fortune teller, right there on the wedding alter. Sex and leprechauns, who’d've thought it was so commonly represented in modern pop culture.^[1]

I’ve decided to take Tues off as well, so a lovely long weekend for me. I just couldn’t face the hassle of travelling back to Dublin on Bank Holiday Mon. I’m also thinking that a fair few students are going to show up on Monday, surprised that the college aint open. I’d make my usual “furriners” snort of amusement, only a couple of the Irish girls have mentioned coming in to study then. So instead I’ll just go with a more ethnically inclusive snort of “idjits”

In more disturbing news^[2] it appears that there may be snow this weekend.

Snow is possible on high ground in parts of Ulster and Connacht. Still very cold on Tuesday, but not as windy or as shower

Dude! Cad faoi sin. I mean, I know it only says chance, and we all know that chance’d be a fine thing, but still. Snow, after St. Patrick’s day? What is the world coming to?

Also, is this not the coolest thing ever: OCLC’s Dewey Web Browser.
Okay, maybe if you aren’t a librarian it isn’t as cool. But look, you just stick in some book details, like Blink Gladwell and it shows you exactly where it gets the Dewey number from. Coola-boola. Course, if you put in something like Michael Collins then you’ll see why some people think the DDC needs to be looked at again, as after clicking on the history option, and then the European option you get to see that “British Isles” is listed, but not Ireland. Oooooh, contentious.

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Patrick’s Day Photo’s on Flickr, but i didn’t manage to get any of the first bit of excitement.

Coming down the road, looking for a parking space after dropping the sister off we noticed an auld lad, around 80. On a tractor, also around 80. both of them decked out for the parade. Him in a St. Patrick’s outfit, with a fake beard and everything. The tractor covered in balloons and green decorations.

Speeding up the road he was, at, oh, just under 2 miles an hour or so. When what happened? Yup. He crashed. Into a parked van, tearing the side open.

We slowed down in the car, and a few of the pedestrians shouted for the garda around the corner. She wandered up, stopped him from going any further, and we had to leave the scene as there were cars building behind us. As we walked by a few minutes later though anther garda had joined, luckily enough as the old fella pretty much had to be carried across the street he was so drunk. Would’ve made a good photo, St. Patrick being carted away by the cops, but I didn’t have my camera at the time. Pity.

Anyways, it is week 162 and Luna Nina says:

1. Sugar rush:: red lemonade highs and terrible tantrums
2. Chemical::
3. Suspension::
4. Defending::
5. Conference::
6. Dance::
7. Weather::
8. Fuel::
9. Heartbreak::
10. Insult::

So I say

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So I’ve been doing a bit of surfing, and what with St. Patrick’s day having just been, there are quite a few sites that mention it. So my question: when did it become Patty’s day?

Or is it just an Americanisation of Paddy’s Day? Coz I use paddy’s day, makes it sound less like a religous day to me, but Patty *shudder* I don’t like it. Makes me think of yer one in The Simpsons, Marge’s siter. Isn’t she called Patty?

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