It's been too long, old blogger friends

Greetings to my three readers. It's been far too long since I updated this site, largely because my free unlimited web access was spirited away from me when i handed in my chips with services. I now reside once more in a manky, overgrown, dead-hooker infested ditch that runs along the edge of the information superhighway. So apologies for my absence.

My concept album idea is still alive, it's heart beating softly but constantly, but it will be months before the crop can be harvested. Thanks to all who contributed their thoughts, and as soon as I manage to pen lyrics that can describe what it's like to roar your county on as they spread across the hallowed terrain that is croker, while stuck in traffic at the red cow interchange, dreaming of O'Connell bridge at sunset, but thankful that your not being mowed off your bicycle by a rabid sligo driver trying to get west on a Friday evening, I'll let you know!

So back to lovely UCD to try and get an M.Litt written by August. A tall order, but a fair one, then bye bye to academia forever.

Oh and one final note before i finish. I wish to draw attention to the vulgar and grossly unsporting manner in which 'Look behind you, he's got a Knife' assumed victory over the 'Rossport Five' in a recent table quiz which was sometimes bitter, often tense, but never anything less than riveting. Upon losing a tie break, our courageous heroes, on temporary release from Mussolini McDowell's torture chamber, applauded their vaunted opponents, who proceeded to taint their sweet victory with mocking laughter and gross oneupmanship. For shame Caddy, Aunty and SBoA. You have given further credence to the widely held belief that bloggers are sad, small individuals who really need to get out more!!!!

Mostly listening to:
Arcade Fire
66e(Dublin band influenced - perhaps too much - by Radiohead)
Amelie soundtrack
St Germain
The Chalets - Not since Weezer went just like buddy holly has a band been so much fun
Planxty...Their music will never ever age.

Reading
McGahern, That they may face the rising sun. A budding singer/songwriter once said of Dylan that listening to his songs made him feel like the only option remaining was to sell his own typewriter and head to south america to open up a bar. McGahern, with his almost supernatural ability to describe his own corner of the world, has the same effect on me. I defy anyone to cite a more eloquent writer in Ireland today.

Later dudes!