All entries for May 2006

May 29, 2006

Bank Holidays

They're rubbish… only bad things happen when we have too many days in the weekend…

May 21, 2006


Writing about web page

Well, just about settled down now… What a match that was! It was my first time at Millennium Stadium, and the atmosphere in there was amazing. Don't know if the roof being closed helped that, but I'd say having about 70,000 munster fans in a crowd of 75,000 did! It might as well have been at Thomond! The occassional shots of the crowds in Limerick on the big screen toward the end was great to see, I think there'll have been some big parties last night, and if any pub closed at 11.30, I'd be amazed!

Peter Stringer was immense for the entire match. He'll be having some well earned rest today… he seemed to be everywhere, and his try was a little bit of genius. We all knew he'd be man of the match by half time.

I did get a bit worried at the start when Bobo went over for his try, especially since even I could see he was in touch, and I was at the other end of the pitch in the middle tier! But the crowd never got on the back of the lads, and they did us proud. We were singing, chanting and shouting the full 80 minutes, and then for another half an hour after the match as the lads did a lap of honour with the trophy, particularly liked their little victory dance!

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't getting worried at 20–19. It would have been crushing to have them beat us, especially after that dodgy try. I did think if Biarritz won, the stadium would have been very quiet! As it was, most of the stadium erupted when the final whistle went. I hugged a whole load of people and sang myself hoarse to Fields of Athenry and Stand Up and Fight.

And finally, as someone said as we got the bus back to the park and ride – Paul O'Connell sleeps with a light on because the dark's afraid of him.

Stringer goes over

May 17, 2006

Feeling manly… may need to go catch deer and make fire

Just replaced a fuse! I know, that sounds rubbish, but since the fuse for the downstairs lights went on Monday, it's all been building up a bit.

So, the lights all went out, and I climbed up to the fuse box, expecting a nice big row of circuit breakers, so I could flick the one that was gone. But no! Apparently the electrics in our house haven't been updated since Edison had his bright idea, and so instead I was faced with a row of cartridge fuses.

So after finding the one which had vapourised (the one with the big burn marks on the ceramic, who'd have thought?) I had the problem of replacing the fuse wire. Who actually sells fuse wire these days?? I could get it from Maplin online, but the p+p costs were silly, so instead I went all studenty and phoned the parents!

Actually that's not as pathetic as it sounds… the people that live down the road from us own an electronics store and tend to have lots of random stuff that they'll give us cheap. So this morning, after being rudely awoken into the world of my hangover by stupid moron housemates (love you all) I found a nice little envelope with a selection of fuse wire in it.

So I got the tools out (a screwdriver AND pliers, oh so hardcore…) and set about cleaning out remnants of old fuse, and then attaching the new bit of wire, and voila! There was light! And I saw that it was good! EXCEPT the bloody kitchen light that had blown the fuse in the first place is now not working. The same kitchen light that it took the landlord 3 months to replace when we moved in!

Anyway, it was better than revising…

May 13, 2006

3000+ tracks and what does it give me???

Writing about Time wasting. from Et tu, Bloge.

Go to your music player, set it to shuffle/random, and answer the
following questions with the title of the FIRST song that you skip
to each time. No cheating!

If you reached the top of Mount Everest, you would scream:
Going down

The next time you stand up in front of a group of people, you'll say:
The lost art of keeping a secret

Your favorite thing to say when drunk is:
Purple Haze

Your message to the world:
Only one

Your deepest secret:
Heaven is a truck (Egg Shell)

Your innermost desire:
Moist Vagina I apologise, but it came up and I didn't want to cheat

Your oldest memory makes you think:
When the faction's fractioned

Somewhere in your wedding vows, you'll include:
Permanent Daylight

On your deathbed, you'll whisper:
Sunday morning

Your friends say behind your back:
This old wound

You say behind your friends' back:

Your opinion of MySpace:
Lake of fire

When you wake up in the morning, you mutter:
Feel it again

If you found yourself lost on a desert island, you'd yell:
Ruby Soho

Right now, your feelings are:
Shake Break Bounce

What's your excuse for reposting this bulletin?:

Your life's soundtrack:
Let's Get It Up

Well there were a couple of scarily appropriate (or inappropriate, depending on your viewpoint) titles in there. Of course most were absolute nonsense…

At a loss…

I've spent the last week playing the trombone almost constantly. Between Chorus Line, helping out CYO at the weekend, doing a short quintet gig today, and band practice on Wednesday I've not really had time for anything else, and the slight shakes in my left hand are testament to that.

Now however, it's all over. I have no good excuse to pick the thing up till Tuesday, and may be forced to actually do some revision for these exams that are looming slightly too close all of a sudden. I have a feeling tomorrow will be spectacularly unproductive, especially if there's sun as I may decide to construct the barbeque and grill a small farm.

Things would be much simpler if I was able to plan revision time, but I never have been, and I probably never will. Revision sessions are generally impromptue moments of inspiration which flash up sporadically. I'm sure if I was a conscientious reviser I'd be much more confident about these exams, which would be good, since I need to do quite well to stay on the MEng course, which I have to complete, even if the availability of good mechanical/environmental engineering jobs around the south–east and London seems pretty rubbish at the moment. I can always use it to get an investment banking job.

Anyway, blogging at this time of night can't be helping. Be gone, vile peasants.

May 05, 2006

Euphemisms for Masturbation #41398

"Beat the Banker"

And who said Deal or No Deal was pointless bollocks?

May 04, 2006

There is clearly no reason for me to start work yet…

Writing about What was number one when… from Life, the University, and Everything!

Number 1 the day I was born…
I Know Him So Well – Elaine Paige & Barbara Dickson

Number 1 the day I turned 18…
All The Things She Said – Tatu

Number 1 the day I turned 21…
Sorry – Madonna

I think my birthday's attract awful music… hmm how about the day I first went to Reading…

Let's Dance – Five

I think bad music is stalking me…

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