Happy Paddy's Day

Happy St. Patrick's Day y'all! Top of the mornin' to ya etc.

Unfortunately due to hangover exhaustion (long story!) we're not going to the party this morning, but we might venture out later.

And BootsnAll published my article on Las Vegas today - it really is a lucky day for us Irish!

Enjoy the day whatever you have planned.

Experiment Part I

A sample of my Twitter experiment. Started at 2 pm, finished at midnight.

Go ireland!
Talking to michelle about barcelona and crochet flapper hats
Broke the seal!
Eddie o.sullivan is surely halfway out the door by now...
We'll all take a sick day from our respective jobs to drink - skiving day 14 may
Talking about ugly people with sexy voices
Apparently i should have got an onion ring bracelet when i was in las vegas
In fxb's, everyone is schmanzy in here but we are very drunk
Just spilt wine all over drew
In the front lounge!
Terrible farts in here
Oh me oh my you make me sigh
Just talked to some randomers
On our way home can't hack it!

If that wasn't exciting enough, I will be repeating the experiment tomorrow after a day spent on the sofa.

Blockbuster!

Stayed up watching Comic Relief until one in the morning, way past my Friday night bedtime. Some of their appeals moved me to tears. What they manage to convey so effectively is that these people's suffering is preventable and their lives can be completely turned around by as little as five pounds a month. To us it means so little but to them it can be the difference between live and death.

Of course there were also sketches, some very good. Two that stood out involved Ricky Gervais and Tony Blair. The latter actually made me laugh out loud in spite of myself. Be amazed…

So it's Paddy's Day yet again, where people get drunker and the Gardai get richer. Not that I begrudge them of their overtime. Chances are each of them will have something very unpleasant to do today rather than just standing around looking bored and texting or calling their mates as per usual. The other day when I walked from O'Connell Street to Grafton Street I saw no less than five guards plan their nights out. Well that ain't happening today! The Ours and I were woken up at nine this morning by some pill-heads that were still celebrating from last night. They were playing Blockbuster!. I'm sure it made sense at the time...

Have a good one!

Gelatine

Just got back from buying ingredients for a cheesecake. I hate supermarkets but I was confident I'd be in and out in less than twenty minutes. Until I couldn't find the gelatine. I finally found some - in the fourth shop I dragged my sorry arse to. So to cheer myself up I found some amusing links:

Kid-friendly remix of F*** the Police

Celery is dangerous

Paddy's Day tatorama

Donald Rumsfeld multitasking

Gawd help me when I have some real problems! Starting my writing in 5 minutes so I'll wish you a happy Friday.

The paddy’s day survivalists

Unless you’re living in the last place on earth without an Irish bar, you’ve probably heard that this Saturday is St. Patrick’s Day. Ostensibly to celebrate the patron saint of Ireland, it’s mushroomed into a festival of drunkenness that both the Irish and the plastic paddies enjoy. If you’ve never taken part, here’s what happens:

1. Start drinking very early
2. Hug your mates and tell them you love them
3. Hug randomers and tell them you love them
4. Get in a fight
5. Vomit
6. Repeat

To curtail this merriment, off licenses have been asked not to serve alcohol until four p.m. on Saturday. I suspect that in any other country no-one would bat an eyelid. But in Irish people it seems to trigger a deep rooted survivalist instinct. We immediately begin to stock up on alcohol like a nuclear holocaust is eminent. You can spot us in supermarkets, wheeling trolleys choked to the brim with booze, faces nervous and bewildered. We do not rest until our home is stocked with the supplies we need to survive this event. This mass hysteria is even worse coming up to Good Friday and Christmas day, as no alcohol is sold or served for 24 hours – just imagine the carnage.

I’m going to a party at midday on Saturday, allegedly to watch the parade on a balcony but really to get stuck in early. As I've reached my daily goal of 1500 words today, I’m off to join the crowds at my local off license. You know, just in case the country runs out of booze before Friday.