Why must you tease me so...
Do you not know that I no longer have broadband with which to idle away the hours downloading random garbage from the inter-web-nets? I now live in idyllic, disconnected tranquility in 7, Curragh Birin.
Needless to say, Jeff got a brand new widescreen TV the day I moved out. And new kitchen furniture. And he painted my room. And fixed my shower.
Then again, 7 Curragh Birin has a finished back-garden and some nice views of our gangster neighbours...so 6 of one, etc. etc.
Marian recently had a series of going away parties before moving to the other side of the world. The event was recorded for posterity by me, and the pictures are available in the all new, updated photo index:
http://www.skynet.ie/~scooby/photo/
Continuing with the gossip column theme, our glorious new PSA president, Maria McHale was also there. Rumours of an impending violent overthrow of the ULSU are completely unfounded, as are those of public executions for all business students. You are not required to fall to your knees and touch your forehead to the ground while screaming "viva el presidente!, viva el presidente!" whenever Maria enters the room, and she knows nothing about the disappearance of several prospective opponents in the run-up to the election. She travels with duct-tape, three shovels and cattle-prod in the boot of her car for personal reasons.
On that note, you may have already seen the open apology to the nation of Iceland.
Needless to say, Jeff got a brand new widescreen TV the day I moved out. And new kitchen furniture. And he painted my room. And fixed my shower.
Then again, 7 Curragh Birin has a finished back-garden and some nice views of our gangster neighbours...so 6 of one, etc. etc.
Marian recently had a series of going away parties before moving to the other side of the world. The event was recorded for posterity by me, and the pictures are available in the all new, updated photo index:
http://www.skynet.ie/~scooby/photo/
Continuing with the gossip column theme, our glorious new PSA president, Maria McHale was also there. Rumours of an impending violent overthrow of the ULSU are completely unfounded, as are those of public executions for all business students. You are not required to fall to your knees and touch your forehead to the ground while screaming "viva el presidente!, viva el presidente!" whenever Maria enters the room, and she knows nothing about the disappearance of several prospective opponents in the run-up to the election. She travels with duct-tape, three shovels and cattle-prod in the boot of her car for personal reasons.
On that note, you may have already seen the open apology to the nation of Iceland.
posted by batgimp | 5:30 p.m.
