Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
And I'll get back to packing for Spain any minute now...yep...soon as I can stop staring at my present....aaaany minute now.....
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
"I'll just go in for a look, sure what else am I going to do on my day off,"
Monday, June 22, 2009
In an effort to postpone any potential job hunting I could or should be doing, this coming Saturday at 6.20am (ungodly hour of the morning courtesy of Aer Lingus), I'll be hightailing it to a Summer School in the north of Spain that I worked in for July 2006 and 2007. That's right, with ne'er a TEFL to my name and six words of Spanish, I'm actually an English teacher in disguise. I'll be gone for four weeks, and although I'll miss the Bear and Tayto crisps like crazy, I'm looking forward to the day trips to bread factories and water parks, tortilla, cheap supermarket booze, acting the maggot in the swimming pool, tortilla and drinking games with the Spanish priests that run the school. Of course there's the actual teaching of classes in the morning and two hours of activities with the kids in the evening too but it's a pretty sweet deal even though you do have to go to mass on Sunday mornings.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Claire Eglizeaud and Paul Moreau, a designer and a graphic artist from Bordeaux developped "Bonjour mon coussin" in 2007, a new and surprising concept.
They have created a wide range of designs and offer them as pillow covers. The motifs are original, regularly renewed and inspired by old documents found (vintage postcards, an 1873 marriage certificate, old publicity…) or drawn from their own world (voyages, divers and unusual objects...) The pillows are unique objects made in France. Particular care is taken to match the back to the front ; the fabrics used for the back varying from one cover to the next. Each cover is numbered and the number of copies limited.
The pillow covers are compatible with the IKEA standard sizes (35X35, 50X50, 72X72 cms). You can order the covers only or the complete pillows.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
J...G...Murphy. Come on down, as they say.
Late last Monday night, the Bear was flicking through the channels and landed on PlayTV, TV3's new interactive phone-in quiz show. He was convinced that he had been out drinking with the presenter after the Munster v Leinster match earlier this year and that he was a friend of a friend's brother. Something like that. But as he was trying to figure out if this was indeed the fella in question, we slowly got unavoidably and ridiculously sucked into the question on the board behind him. A question with two possible answers. A question to perplex and confound. A question for the ages...
What is white?
Polar bears! Snow! Salt! White rhinos! Sugar! No, cos you can get brown sugar. Milk? Hmm, Apple Macs?
No, no, no, no, no, no and no again.
Oh JG, you tricksy little riddler you. My favourite caller was Sandra. The conversation went something like this: (bear in mind that snow had been given as an answer at least four times by now, and was still wrong)
JG: Hi, how are ya, what's your name?
JG: Hi Sandra, and what's your-
JG: Sorry, it's Shandra is it?
JG: Right, Sandra. So what's your answer?
JG: Ok, and what's your answer?
Caller: Sandra. Oh, snow.
Christ. Who are these people? It cost her €1.50 to make that call you know and I kinda wish she was taking the piss but unfortunately I don't think that was the case.
An hour and a half later we were still sitting there, Google and Google Images proving to be no help whatsoever. I had a flash of inspiration at one point and decided the answer is "A colour! White is a colour!". I was delighted with my burst of lateral thinking until John rang in with that very answer and it was declared wrong.
Eventually the Bear decided he'd had enough and was going to bed, so I reluctantly followed because this thing was driving me crazy and it was 1.30 in the morning after all. I googled it the next day. The answers turned out to be soy milk and a white alligator.
I hate that guy.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I'm more than a little in love with the foxy Imelda May at the moment. Myself, Tcup, Marzipan and her sister J hotfooted it to Vicar Street last Saturday for the show and my God does that girl deliver. She shimmied onto the stage in a red leopardskin dress like a Liberties Bettie Page and va va voomed into two hours of solid gold deadly. She made me cry with Falling In Love With You Again and Big Bad Handsome Man is now one of my favourite songs to listen to.
Also, she makes me want to dress like this:
So do yourself a favour, go see her live or at the very least get Love Tattoo and stick it on your iPod. She'll make you walk with a wiggle.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Monday, June 08, 2009
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Behold the sitting room and my room. Yes, that is a garden gnome. His name is Gerald. So I'm blaming the prior house hunt and subsequent packing for my shameful neglect of the blog lately. Also I was busy working my mad haggling skillz on the letting agent after viewing our new house. A decent house in Rathmines with two bathrooms and three double bedrooms for €1400 a month was pretty good but we reckoned we could chance an aul haggle. But only after I rang my Dad to find out what the hell to say, naturally. And so unfolds a dramatic reconstruction:
Me: Hi, Letting Agent Man (names have been changed), we really like the house and we'd be very interested in taking it. The thing is, we've been looking at places in that area around the €1200 mark, and really that's what would suit us at the moment.
Him: Hmm, okay.
Me: So do you think you could put it to your client?
Him: I'll have to give him a call, I'll get back to you at 2.15.
3.00 rolls around. I've probably called Dad again in the meantime to cover what I should say for every possible outcome.
Him: Right, I've spoken to the landlord and the lowest he's willing to go is €1300.
Me: (In my head: CHA CHING! Fecking deadly!) Okay, I see. Well I'll have to talk to the other girls and I'll give you a call back.
Hooray! So we took it and now myself and Tcup are moving in with our lovely friend Marzipan and everything's going to be so great in lovely Rathmines, not least because there's a deadly bakery around the corner from the house that sell proper fancy buns with mad coloured icing. I think every day will be Cake Day for a while. Or at least until I end up spending all my dole money on cupcakes. SWEET.
Oh and this is my box o'DVDs. Seeing as I'm a nosy bint, I thought some other nosy people might like to try to make out what movies are in the bosca. There's no porn there though.