like the selfish, wasteful bollix that you are…
The slogan fits the car so well.
You’ve never been snowed in. Not in Blackrock, no. You’ve never had to gather cattle in the Wicklow mountains.
You’ve never needed a big shaggin petrol guzzling 4×4.
95% of your mileage is done in the city center.
You have one life, and boy you are living it.
Like a tumor.
I don’t quite believe that you belong to the same species as the guys who built Newgrange.
You are one stage of evolution further.
On the path to oblivion.
I’m off for a week!!!
And things immediately look brighter.
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).
She’s not a cat that works. No, she’s a cat.
But she’s the cat at my work.
Actually, I think she thinks that she owns the Mistake Factory.
No the whole three floors.
But she definitely owns Bronagh from Accounts.
Not for the kayak, oh no.
That colourful little thing has been around the bay a couple of times at this stage.
No, it was more a case of a first outing for the fair maiden of Dun Laoghaire, aka Mrs Raheny.
She’s been around the block a few times all right, but always on terra firma. This was her first time bobbing along on the gentle waves of a fine mild May evening.
Her birthday wet suit fitted her like a second skin, which is fortunate for a wet suit really. Not too many wobbly bits to be squeezed in either. She looked and paddled like a natural.
And she enjoyed the salty taste of the splashes as we went for a 40 minute spin.
A great first outing.
For this maiden on her maiden voyage.
Jazz night. In my favourite library of all times.
The guys from the On/Off quartet were good. Very good.