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Well, its been along time since I rock n rolled in this joint, and its about time I share my grievances with the whole WWW.

I havent really thought this shit out, and my blog dont resemeble the greatness of The Broken Brain blogs, which are ace, if the good doctor would get his hand out of his ass and start writing again or maybe somebody coped on in his hospital and they are on to him. Either way its fantastic writing and very interesting, check his shit out http://thebrokenbrain.blogspot.com/.

My broken brain is still swimming in alchohol after a five week bingfest and I think my body is now telling me to stop, so I am out somewhat of an impass. What to do next, I have distracted myself with Scotland, Letterkenny, Dundalk and lots of booze, but what is next now?, anybody got an suggestions.

The above title is pretty easy to work out if you half a brain and know me at all!. It is where its at right now. And its kind of hindering my nexy move in life. Stuff ive never ment to do comes to mind now, as I am sick to death of Duleek and Dublin ( the afforementioned moving to Dublin and being raped for rent and living among a shitload of scumbags, doesnt sit too well with me! ).

So what are my options?

1. Sit tight and save for two years, sell the car and fuck off to the other end of the planet, and see how I get on.

2. Move back to Letterkenny, this has its own problems, of doing a dissatisfying job amongst other things, but generally living among good people, good pubs and have an easy going life.

3. Move to Galway - SEE ABOVE.

4. Bomb Duleek and become Warlord of all Meath, 300 style, slowly invade Dublin and show no mercy.

5. Move to Scotland, mouch of an unimpressed sister, get away from Ireland and live among easy enough going people.

I know in my head, that this will all come down Dublin v Letterkenny, with Dublin probably winning, cause those suckers pay me. But I just hate the place, too much hassle and stress, people not relaxed enough. But oh bugger it looks like the way to go.

Sore Throat

Well got feck all sleep last night, mainly due to my lungs feeling like somebody had set them on fire and the fun continues tonight when I have to travel seven hours, to get to Letterkenny.

I wish GOD would be done and just decide that I lose my voice for a couple of days, so I can bunk of work but nooooooooo, I'm just about well enough to go to work and travel three million miles.

But on a brighter note, Ireland are playing the weekend, and just in case the manager is reading this and needs some help picking the team (he obviously does) here's the team i'd pick.

Given, Finnan, McShane, Dunne, O'Shea, McGeady, Carsley, Kilbane, Duff, Keane, Doyle.

Thats the team to beat the welsh, comon Ireland.

People of Tipp are stupid shits.

Well I got to say, I have known some really dumb shits, in many different places in Ireland (mainly in Duleek and the flash mobs of Letterkenny). But I got to say the dumb asses down here take the biscuit in many ways. About two weeks ago, my (or andy's) bike got robbed out of a shed in work, to be honest I wasn't too upset about it, reported it to the guards etc, then on Monday morning, I was walking in past a knacker estate with the collective iq of 20, and low and behold the bike, outside some knacks house.

I knocked on the door, while tempted to say, give uz me bike back, mista. I didn't and managed to persuade the knack to give me the bike back (without me getting stabbed in the face). Now how stupid does somebody have to be to buy a stolen bike for €20 or some hedin (heroin), and leave it 20 seconds from where it was taken.

As for the flash mobs in letterkenny, its amazing the influence one or two city folks (mainly dubs) can have on young people, who turn into wannabe hardmen, watching a 11 year old with a fake Dublin accent squaring up to a security guard in Boots was funny ill admit, but I was left disappointed when the guard didn't smash the little fuckers head in.

Thats all for now, think I got most of that shite out of my system

Thiefed

John O'Shea eh, who knew he could kick the ball in a straight line, never mind score against Liverpool at Anfield of all places.
Personally I missed the match cause I was too busy sleeping but from what I heard Liverpool were much the better team, but things like this happen in football, and I am now confused at who are the greater evil, Manchester United or Chelsea??, but I still actually dislike Arsenal more than anyone, they are a bunch of smug fuckers.
Ive taken a liking to Sunderland, probably because they are the Irish national side (or probably better at the moment), so I hope they get promoted.
I better go and countdown the days to the champions league final.

Oh yeah if anybody is pawned a bike from Tipp, its mine so give it back fucker.

Museings of a wasted Wednesday

How can people sainly justify living all there life in Tipperary. What a boring shithole, im lucky I suppose that I get to go at the end of the week, so pray for the poor mind numbingly boring soles who have to stay here during the weekend and do nothing but probably piss off to the Golden Vale (there only claim to fame), bland boring people equals a bland boring place.

The next three weekends should prove rather interesting though, with possibly three piss ups in a row, still the best piss up of the year goes to the Dundalk reunion, ah waking up under a radiator, can't beat a session like that.

As for now I better do some work, before I get fired (seriously).

Random Blog

I am sorry to announce that due to unforeseen circumstances, I shall not be taking part in the Paddy's Day piss up/ Reunion in Letterkenny, I will be in Duleek for it, many apologies to those I said I'd be there to.
Oh and if anybody finds an inhaler on the McGinley's Dublin - Letterkenny route, it's mine so give it back.
later

* Ps change to Meteor so you can not get fucked by Vodafone or O2 anymore.