Some men die under the mountain just looking for gold, Some die looking for a hand to hold

Looking for The Brand new song At the bottom with the lyrics above? Here you go
The video with the song is below however.

There is no time to sleep!

I am back from my week in Donegal, Ireland, and I am off again tomorrow to Paris, France. I haven’t slept much the past week due to the typical irish life of drinking and dancing to the early hours of the morning, then up again early in the morning to repeat. Or go to the odd football match; the Glenties game I attended ended up being a draw with Letterkenny after a nailbiting 70 minutes.

It was strange today as I encountered warm weather and sun whilst out and about walking Greenwich park with the girl I love. After a week of rain with 5 minute sunny spells anywho. Thank god its giving excellent weather for Paris for the weekend.

Soppyness alert:

It was so good to see Becca again though, it felt like longer than a week away from her and today and 4 days in Paris will be class. She’s so lovely! I receieved a lovely little iPod Shuffle as an anniversary gift (1 year, wow!) and all I got for her was a week away from me; hah!
In honesty I felt really bad for being away for her birthday and our anniversary, and with no money the past month (scrounging off parents to live is really embarrassing now) the poor girl has nothing from me. (Yet – I have what I am to get and do for her planned for after Paris, so if you read this, don’t you worry, it will just be belated loveliness-).
Cause she deserves it. A fantastic year of putting up with my shit is medal worthy but I am sure a medal wouldn’t please her that much…. All I can say if you are reading is I love you, you’re amazing beyond belief and I wouldn’t change you for the world. I’m yours.

/Soppyness over

This here is the latest Brand New single from the new album Daisy, realeased Sept 22nd, and I’m hooked on the damn thing, take a good listen to the lyrics. Class.

ByeBye

Oh man, I am sick of that Russian Vodka advert, sick of Confusion Girl being played 2-3 times a day on Co-op radio, and espcially sick of rude customers. That’s why this next 14 days are going to be bliss.

Ireland for the week means the only advert’s I’ll be getting is for everything main street Letterkenny or Buncrana, and who can complain about those?

Paris after just means lovely get-a-way time with the girlfriend, can I wait? No.

Last night we was all out at Tiger Tiger Leicester Square celebrating the girlfriend’s birthday and as amazing a night it was, I don’t think I have ever sweated more. Ok, I have, for sure. But it felt like I had not there and then.

No idea why anyone would want to know that but lets just deliver it as if its advice to not wear much going there. Unless you are a girl, ’cause there is an outstanding amount of perverts.

I must actually sleep soon as I am dying of getting in at 5.30am for two nights and then going to Georges to install a sound card for him in the morning, but that was all worth it as we had the most immense lunch of meat; a burger and a pork chop each. The pork chop was garnished with processed cheese, much to George’s brother’s horror but I will tell you this:

It was amazing!

This was eaten to The Premiership Years 98/99, which is definitely one of the greatest footballing seasons ever. Spot on.

So goodbye world for a little while,

and a little shout-out to the rude bitch who looked like whinny the pooh who asked me to not take all day getting her tins of custard; go get your own tins of custard, the exercise wont kill you.

Currently listening to: Sonic Youth - Washing Machine.

Knob shaped bloomer, Goody rants, and of course the most grand Grand Slam

Today I sold a bloomer that was the shape of a knob. Apparently this isn’t common as I google imaged, and all I could find was a rabbit bun (that looks a bit like a misshaped cock anyway).

5 Balled man with funny looking phallus.... Or a rabbit bun. You decide.

Just thought I’d whack that in as it amused me greatly at 8:25 in the morning. But I was easily impressed and amused today. I awoke at 7:15am for work, after getting in to my room in Canterbury from London at about midnight, to quickly find that Jade Goody had passed away. R.I.P

However, this meant for me that the papers I was about to assemble would be littered with her face, so I was not best pleased…. (Again just to note that I have more of an issue with the daily press coverage we have had of her death than her even though I am definitly not her biggest fan to say the least).

But, alas, the papers were published long before she died and I was media-goody free. I assume tomorrow will dedicate 24 pages to her life in celebration, but as long as it ends tomorrow then fine.

Now, (eagerly awaited by Rob it seems) it’s time to talk about the grandest Grand Slam seen. The deciding match between Ireland and Wales yesterday was the most thrilling, yet nerve wracking, experience i’ve been through this year. The family were congregated in the living room, Irish jerseys all round, the curtians drawn and the tv up loud. My dad – who usually refuses to even watch the games because my mum reckons she is an Ireland coach training the lads not from the touchline but from her sofa-  even was up out of his seat when Wales scored the drop goal that put them ahead by a point with 5 minutes of the clock. My mum was on the floor head sunk in her lap as she thought there was no coming back. Luckily for us all, O’Gara knocked over the drop goal which resulted in my mum cooking a fucking fantastic dinner. (Might have had something also to do with Jones missing the penalty…)

The Championship winning, Triple Crown, and Grand Slam Irish team.

But basicly, wow. Ireland in every six nations look the part till they let themselves down and mess up somewhere along the lines. This year they proved to be an amazing squad full of harmony and passion. Fair play.  Eireann go Brach!