At this stage, they can take my brain too. I can exist as a vegetable. A lot of the idiots I know do...

Everything is interesting when you need to work...

I am working form home and need to write short start up user guides for two different mobile applications - suddenly everything in my home is full of interest.

Arrrrggghhh...

Just though I would share that.

R.

Completely agree with that...

Some people are arseholes. Particularly the patrol service of the long-stay car park of Dublin Airport. Unfortunately for them we have a spare and know how to change a tyre on our own on returning from a long weekend away. Even in the pouring rain.

Whichever people it is who are know for having 40 words for "rain", they assuredly must have a name for that specific type of rain that happens to you when you have to change a tyre, dressed only in light summer clothing. In Ireland they call it "bloody typical".

There are good people in this world. Some of them happen to be mechanics that you come across by chance when searching for a closed tyre shop and who - although they should be closed and do not sell/fit tyres anyway - will spend a good 15 minutes blowing up and soaking your tyre and checking it for holes, diagnosing a case of "bastards letting down your tyre just so they can charge you for changing it", and send you off on your way again without accepting payment of any kind.

THat's nice, otherwise crappy situation put aside... Now you know were in town you can take your car next time there is something wrong with it...

See, you should have flown out of Shannon. In my day as a car park attendant at the wonderful Shannon Airport, I would at least have provided an umbrella. Mind you, I still would have stood in the booth and laughed...
You are after dredging up memories of sitting in a freezing cold booth at six o'clock in the morning when the US flights came in, watching the poor souls in shorts and a t-shirt kicking at their cars because they had a flat tyre, or the battery was flat because they left on the lights for three weeks. Then the poor man would have to stand and get a tounge lashing from his wife, and then make the long and lonely trudge over to the booth to ask if we had jump leads or something like that. And then he'd have to stand and wait for the Airport Police to come along and give him a start, refusing to come in and stand in front of the heater, even though his legs were turning blue because his wife would kill him....`Aaaah, memories...wheelchair races...making confetti out of the tickets...counting money...going for a three hour walk in the sunshine 'counting spaces'...trying not to laugh at the woman who got change of a 50 pound note in 5p pieces from the pre-pay machine...realising that my swipe card let me out onto the runway...hiding in the duty free area with Mike for 4 hours because Tanya was annoying us...telling the idiot who parked there for 9 months that we weren't going to waive the fee and that he had to pay nearly 1000 pounds before we'd let his car out...aaaah, memories...happy memories

If you go over your alotted amount of internet usage, they will cut you off for a week. Stupid O2...stupid internet...stupid interesting stuff...

Hmmm. That shouldn't happen... How much did you go over your internet usage limit by? In fact, I'm not sure how you managed hat in the fiirst place, I haven't even gotten anywhere near mine...

Transferring lots of video files is how most people go over the limit, which is kind of silly with video being what the internet is all about these days.

I was trying to find a decent copy of Series 1 of Eureka. Plus I have no life. Plus whenever I'm watching TV I hear or see things that I just have to look up. I'll be good this time. Probably.

Wicked is an ok musical, but none of the songs are worth remembering.

I loathe Ryanair. Seriously. I'm not flying with them again unless it is really really a last resort.

I love my England. It is capable of producing both the best and the worst of humankind, the worst uncouth crass yobbos, and the most refined, posh, gilded aristocracy. It is the home of cucumber sandwiches and deep fried battered fish. It is a land of football hooligans and tea-sipping gents sitting in deckchairs in the park listening to a brass band playing on a band stand. It has spawned the best and the worst of television, music, and much much more... And I miss the damn place.

Oh, and also: it doesn't matter how famous people get, they are still just people. Some of them will be jerks no matter what, and others will still be really genuinely lovely people. And those that are lovely are well worth meeting.

Chocolate milk with oats in it makes me really sleepy. As do grey skies... As a result I spent most of the day in bed.

Ryanair to me is a necessary evil. I'm using them to fly back to Uni, I couldn't do it any other way. Although their luggage limits are completely and utterly crap. 15kg in the hold and no handluggage? How am I supposed to pack a years worth of life at uni in that?!? :(

I don't have to procrastinate. My life does it for me.

Ryanair is evil, but less evil than Aerlingus in the grand scheme of things. Meh.

Just learned: My friend Marti is a little bit too attached to her doggies. And may be suing a vets for telling her the truth...after 2 hours of having a hysterical woman crying on my couch...god help the vet.