I suppose I should write in here at least once a month or there's not much point having it, so here we are. One reason I haven't written is that I'm a bit browbeaten from the anonymous comments that keep on coming. Please cease and desist, as my ego is a fragile flower than only blooms with care and loving attention. If you don't like it don't read it, Liam, or else I'll tell everyone you like the scissor sisters, and by everyone I mean Fionnuala and Emily. I've been terribly lazy recently, watching lots of tv addictively - west wing mostly, which has by now become my religion - and contemplating when the earth will move off its axis to shake this lethargy and rouse me long enough to get my thesis finished. That really should read 'middled' instead of 'finished', but I indulge myself. But I like to think of all this tv watching as a necessary training for the day that I will become a well-loved writer of touching cometragedy myself. I have chapter one completed, roughly, and the guts of chapter two in situe. Nice how that rhymes.
Tonight we have the spectacle (spoken with proper French accent) of Liverpool vs Milano, the repeat of the European final of two years ago. From halfway through the afternoon the great and the good Liverpool supporters are tying up all the best chairs in the pub, which you must come down to sometime, F. Tonight would not be the night though, if it were possible, for there will be sweaty males growling and cheering with zeal in their eyes and fire in their bellies, being either glorious in victory, or far from gracious in defeat. I will be there and I will be numbered amongst them. Unfortunately, if I'm not mistaken, Liam will be explaining how the hypotenuse squared is equal to the total of x squared and y squared. No true fan, no true red him. Red arse, yes.
So, anyway I'm just hanging out, checking emails, tapping time, whistling the breeze, till then. I've been so lazy that I think I could write a book about idling, but you know, I can't be bothered. I'm waiting for something to give, for the stars to allign, for jupiter to bump into uranus, before I make the plunge headlong back into my studies again. Oh, procrastination ... how do I love thee. But I'm glad I waited. I had a good idea today for my studies and I don't think it would have crystallised so, if I hadn't waited doing nothing but tv. This is how I rationalise my vice.
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Hi Stephen, Sorry the result didn't go your way, but at least you enjoyed Camera Obscura - who incidentally play here (in Indiana) tonight. Can't wait.
P.S That Liam fella sounds like some guy. Bet he's handsome! Whoops, let the cat out of the bag there.
Mary
Ok well, for everyone else, the in-joke is that for 'Mary' read 'Liam'. I do not even want to begin to psychoanalyse this.
Hello there Mr McG, hope you are well...I've had my computer disconnected for a couple of weeks now due to necessary decoration of my living room and have not had a chance in work to avail of the WWW on matters non work related...so - I haven't gone away, you know...The painting is complete as of about an hour ago and I am high on fumes! I am also totally exhausted but hope to remedy that in a few hours time. Hope to see you very soon. I'm doing the Cursillo w/e at the end of this week by the way, so I'll be in touch again once I have returned. In the meantime, please behave. You know, I am surprised at your anonymous friend liking The Scissors Sisters - I didn't think he had any taste but obviously he does!! Ha ha - hello Liam by the way! Talk soon, Fiddles.
Hi-yah Fionnuala! Good to hear from you again. I was wondering what was happening. I'll be interested to see the colour you've gone for in your old homestead. Impeccably tasteful as always, no doubt.
I've heard about Cursillo before. I read a little about them on the internet but didn't know they were operating here. I can't remember too much, and again I'll be interested to hear of that. Weekends, yes, they have the same colour as weekdays for me and you know what they say, if everything's the same colour, you do see anything.
As for Liam, William, Guillaume, Bronco Bill, he does have his moments of taste amidst all the verbal abuse he throws my way as humour. He's never less than a gentleman to you though. You see the tame side. As for me, I see the whole beast with hair down its back. But sometimes the beast is confounded and lulled by the invisible strains of beautiful music at which he dumbly swipes a grasping hand. Such moments are what I then report, leaving the whole beast to another day and biographer.
So how are you, Fiddler Ula? I'll be about Belfast in a couple of weeks. I'll be in touch to check with your appointments secretary. Take care, and talk to you soon hopefully.
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