Cus I can Just got an e-mail from my cousin Aoife – she is a photographer and is a bit miffed that one of my seriously amateur and really quite bad quality pix was published in the Irish Times last week. In her shoes, (or should I say behind her lens) I would be seriously miffed at me too but can I help it if I have connections…?
Beck off There were 3 – THREE!!! – “news” stories about David Beckham in the Examiner today. For all journos reading this – a footballer in an ad for a soft drink or any other product is not news. Mind you neither is Zoe Ball’s marital status but I still read about it.
Baltic Lads it is freezing out there! A few snowflakes on the way to work and apparently snow forecast for tomorrow.
Up Waherfawd I see in the paper today that Waterford County Council have introduced very strict new bye laws about recycling. Oh some day Dublin Cockup Council will do the same and we won’t have to drive to a “bring station” to recycle our glass and plastic. You would think living in Rathgar things could be a bit more civilised.
In other news, however, our cheque for 80 yoyos arrived from them. Even though our appeal was successful Dublin CiCo pointed out they will never entertain another appeal. Of course they didn’t explain what we should do if we get another new car in the next two years.
Survival of the fittest: On the way to work today it struck me that all cyclists would do well to realise that we are not competing against each other. I have some fairly nasty encounters with other cyclists lately. Asking people nicely to move out of my way so I can get past because I am fitter than them and can move faster than 1 mile an hour – the abuse! Many mornings as I weave my way through the crazed commuters aroung Stephen’s Green I feel like shouting to the other cyclists: “C’mon! Critical mass! Critical mass!” but I know they might not understand.