Coillte may appear to be a tad heavy-handed, but in this dog-eat-dog world, it’s come to the point where one has no choice but to fight fire(arms) with fire(arms).

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I couldn’t bring myself to wake them up after everybody else had vacated the rec area. They looked so cute.

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Townhall meeting



Vivian and Michael and I got a bit carried away last night.

I sort of knew that that twenty-fourth pint was perhaps not a great idea.






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Mimi was watching some highly entertaining Youtube channel about two complete eedjits who concoct disgusting popsicles (shrimp, tabasco, sawdust, liver) and make exaggerated facial expressions as they sample them.

These muppets have 11 million subscribers.

They probably make more in a day from Pay per Click than I make in a month.

My kids are convinced that becoming a Youtuber is the ideal career path.

And I have officially turned into an old fart.

Who am I to look down on this form of entertainment?
I should instead be filming myself concocting and eating vomit pancakes washed down with a snot smoothie, and earn a decent living…

(Having just performed a quick recheck of my last wage slip, these two muppets definitely make more in a day than I do in a month).

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High brow

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Screw you, unsmiley phone


I am more than a little bit chuffed with myself.
I managed to make a smart phone that works from two not-so-smart broken ones.

With the help of the Chinese guy from the New Paddy Electronics (phone unlocking, at reasonable prices), I have returned Mrs Raheny to connectivity and the joys of getting Whatsapp notifications every 3 minutes.

Her first phone she dropped in Don Mimi’s pizza, at a time when the kids were particularly odious (their way of thanking her for taking them for a pizza treat). That was a good while ago.

The second hone decided last Friday to display a blue screen with a rather pissed off unsmiley face. Not a good sign (the only worse sign is the blue screen with extended middle finger logo).

You’ve just got to love YouTube. Besides hilarious videos of pugs and kittens doing super cute things, there are videos for every sort of technical problem you can think of.

I am forever in debt to LE55ONS, a guy generous with his time and skills.

In the grand scheme of things, I have almost balanced out the destructive formative years of my youth.

My first wind-up watch
My second wind-up watch
My first electronic watch
My third wind-up watch
My second electronic watch
My mum’s travel alarm clock
My first walkman
My mum’s Renault 19
My first Discman
My first MP3

My second 35 mm camera
A Philips portable DVD player (from two broken ones)
My mum’s DVD player and home cinema amplifier
Mrs Raheny’s Nokia 520 (from two broken ones)

Ongoing project: fixing the chord of the edge trimmer that I cut last week, while trimming the edge.



Thank god, I won’t have to sleep on it.


I hope…

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Wet patch



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