Up Waherfawd

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

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.

Shuffling through my brain

So I have been shuffling through my brain trying to think of the best way to represent it. I have also been trying to think up some cute ways to name things. I was having a peak at some of the “blogs of note” on blogger.com and ladies I am way behind. But not for long.

Have just returned home from a night out with me fella at Vicar st. He brought me to see Pat Shortt (formerly of D’Unbelievables) and I would recommend it to anyone. Nuttin’ like a good laugh, wha’? Das righ. Okay enough with the impressions.

On the way home I was thinking of Louise as we passed a crime scene – but no jokes aside. It was down near where she used to live near Clanbrassil street. In fact it was her dodgy local that had the tape around it… No doubt I will hear more about it on morning ireland tomorrow morning.

Got home and tried to ring Prof GF to wish her a happy birthday but she wasn’t there or wasn’t answering or as the song goes whatever. Off to drink tea, over and out.

A Boast to me

Looking over press cuttings in work and I was reminded that I forgot to boast about this when it happened. My claim to fame last week was that photographs that I took were printed in national newspapers! One was in Foinse and the other in The Irish Times.

Sadly both of these papers would not be up to speed on publishing pix online but you can check them out here – this one was in the social column in Foinse (don’t ask) – and here – this one was in The Irish Times. Their picture editor was none too pleased with the quality I would imagine.

I am off to buy a birthday present for Grattan. It’s wet and blustery outside so I do not relish it.