Little update

Waay, here I am to do what I said I'd do. That is to say how things went in Berlin. But first...

I never mentioned anything about our planned trip to Glendalough. I said that I was looking forward to it. I was right to feel that way. It was a raging success (not without the initial perceived failure that is). The hostel booking in Glendalough was utterly fucked up and after much option hunting we ended up in Rathdrum which (as you can see from the fabulous map that I've taken from somewhere) is south of Glendalough. It was grand craic altogether and fair play to all involved.



Berlin is a grand city. With the aid of a book that was also used by my uncle when he was in Berlin and a small, not very detailed map that we got from a bus tour we made our way around the place. I was particularly taken (even beforehand) with the street between the Brandenburg Gate and the Victory column. It's called 17th July Street or something like that. Again, particularly impressed by the Vicory Column itself. Monuments to territorial and/or national wars is something Ireland just doesn't have, for reasons that are obvious. So, well done to Germans and well done to Berliners and a world without walls. In all fairness that'd be shit though. Maybe without particular walls but that wouldn't sell stuff like posters and general souvenirs. But I'm not head of marketing for dicoverberlin.de or anything. Nice one.

Rory is the MAN!

I'm just paying tribute to a legend, Rory Gallagher.



And while I'm at it, isn't she (Rachel Weisz) mad hot?!

Strange feeling

Today for the first time in a while I used the phrase "it'll be great". It was in reference to going to Glendalough on Monday. I think... I'm .....looking forward to it! Oh, wow. What a world!

I'm off work now for two weeks too and I'm going to ask to go back to just two late nights (preferably no Wednesdays), Saturdays and Sundays (the four hour gig). So, that would make things fit very well for several different reasons. Well done.

I was described as "coming out of my shell" in work today. I was saying "gee" in various different contexts. The manager of department six (men's) didn't think that I would use such language. Shock! So, fair play. So glad to get out of the place this evening.

Actually not feeling that bad tonight. All the things that were in the way have a way to get out if the way. Just have to get them to move. MICKEY. Doesn't seem too bad. It's probably the time off work that I'm fucking delighted about. I've been in four full days now. It's GEE. Of course, this feeling good could just be temporary. We'll see. But Glendalough!

So, fair play to all. may you have something to look forward to.

(I ended that in the style of Angelaboration, ending with a wish/prayer sorta thing. Link in the left column to her blog.)

They really do get in the way...

It's a load of gee. Many are the things that get in the way. Time, space, effort, sense, sanity, sobriety, fear, lack of initiative etc. etc. If I was adventurous, that would be handy.

There's things that I tell myself I could if I was ____ (fill in the blank with the appropriate adjective). As I'm pissing or doing some other activity that gives one the chance to whistle and/or let one's mind drift to other pressing or not so pressing things, I think about these amazing possibilities. I think I'm too sensible sometimes. But, I'm also too much of a short-sighted eejit. Or do I look too far ahead?

It's a pity that I can only imagine myself saying something meaningful when drunk. Or managing to see what I really think. Or letting go a bit. In many ways. Or maybe just one.

So, summer is still in existence. Feckage. I have two weeks off work starting from Sunday. I dunno if it's a blessing or a curse. Of course I would rather be at home than be in my place of employment. I want this that and the other, but at this time and not at that time. Just a moany, picky geebag. It would seem that way anyway. From my perspective right now. I hate looking at things like this and seeing it differently every three seconds.

[just a memory: that story I had back in first year. I made a presentation in powerpoint. Dave added to it. I thought it went shit so I deleted the whole thing. I thought it was a bit deal at the time. Clearly, it wasn't.]

I never had a Playstation. Rob had a PS2 and we used to every now and again. I vaguely remember playing Tekken Tag. I used be going to Mass on Sunday morning and Rob would be up watching some deadly film or playing some deadly game on the Playstation. I sort of resented it. But I went anyway like a good little Catholic boy. Mickey.

Just imagine working full-time... It'd be cock. Talking about health insurance and why you don't get tax back because you started working the first week of the new tax year. These would be the daily topics of conversation that one would engage in over lunch. Talking about bills and that sort of thing is bearable because it makes sense.

But, I'm being an arsehole and not talking in the presence of others. Talk about gee. Just a silly post for nothing really. Anyway, I'm gong home. I'll finish The Diary of a Nobody. What will I read next? Most interesting choice of the week? Possibly. Well done. Thanks for the compliments. Goodnight.