Memories of Cyprus

I went on holidays in Cyprus with Dom and Chris.
These are my recollections.

Heat.
Drunken Uno.
Lots of Black Russians.
Dom's inability to say "No".
Chris's inability to stop giggling.
My inability to stop the heat.
Dune buggy!
Water parks need to be closer to Aiya Napa.
So many novelty bars.
So little local food.
Everyone speaks English.
A flight delayed for two days.
Staying in the Nicosia Hilton.
Finally getting home.

Mass

I was early for mass today.
I was there half an hour early and got to experience a semi-forgotten tradition , the rosary.
For those unaware or who have forgotten, the rosary is performed like this:
Firstly the person leading the rosary says the first half of the Hail Mary in their best dalek voice. Next all other people in the room say the second half of the Hail Mary as quickly, quietly and incoherently as possible.
This is repeated 50 times, interspersed with an Our Father and a nice little prayer asking Jesus to save us all from Hell every 10 Hail Marys.
After all this monotony is one Hail Holy Queen, also spoken like a dalek or mumbled depending on who you are.

I don't think I'll be early for mass for a while.

Right, I'd better go study.

Return from another ilness

I've been sick again. Dammit.

However that didn't kill me so I must be stronger.
If I get any stronger it might kill me.

I'm Back

It's been a while.
I'll start again with a new chapter in Big Dave's saga.
He holds a world record.
Ray D'arcy had him on the show last Friday to eat more than 3 bananas in a minute.
He managed to eat 3 and a half, meaning (if the record is all proper), that he shares a world record.
No pictures, yet.

The party went well. Lots of people showed up and a good time was had by all.
Not much I can remember. That's probably a good sign.

In bad news, I failed my exams. So I have to do them again in august. Still 3rd time's the charm.

Need a job. Kinda have one in that I'm giving grinds to Eoin and Jamie (my cousin). And I end up providing tech support to most of my family.

Lost series 4 was on today. I still don't know what's going on but I'm a sucker for a mystery involving time travel and fun characters.

Not much else in the brain right now. Bedtime looms. Maybe it'll be less than 2 months till the next post. Maybe.

A retraction and a party

I admit it.
I am not entirely behind the sudden rise to fame of Dave.
Dara emailed Today FM with important details like his contact information and his achievements.
Damn.

Moving on, I'm having a party to celebrate the fact I've spent 21 years on this planet with out falling off. It will be in Doran's on the 28th of February. Entertainment is to be supplied by The Fantastic Dave "The Onionator" Sheridan and his Tuna Fish Mafia.
And DJ Alli B.
I find that appropriate.

Blogging in odd places. #1 in a series

I write this from the discomfort of Busáras. Standing in an internet kiosk.

Number of things happening.

1. Mum and Dad are away for Dad's 47th birthday. I have the house to myself. However I'm not there. That mean's no one's fed the pets or let the dog out. When I get home there'll probably be a mess everywhere and Lily will have broken in and feasted on Blacky.

She's a cat. They're devious.

2. Numerous assignments. My zero tolerance on angsty posts will end this point now.

3 I'm 21 in just over a month. Or 16 for the 5th time as I like to see it. Yay selective adulthood.

I should consider planning that party.

That was fun. I should try for some weirder place next time.

What does this button do?

Wow.
A blog.
Needs content.
Hmm.
Big Dave from Macra aka the Onionator was on the Ray D'arcy show today. And it's all my fault.
I sent the text and started a semi national phenomenon. Go me.
Here's a pic.

EDIT (November 6th):
He's on Ireland's number one (and only) breakfast telly-show, Ireland AM tomorrow.
I should start charging him for 10%.