Its fuckin bullshit, as my day went on yesterday my hangover slowly turned into a full scale cold, fuckin typical. As I was on my way to Greg's to record the podcast, my nose was bunged up like a motherfucker, my knees were all weak and I was coughing up some lovely green shit which can only be a nice viral infection to keep me company over my Halloween weekend. It must of been me sitting outside Pygmalion all night, smoking in a fucking t-shirt. I am such a sap.
Not only does this wreck my weekend in the sense that I have to put up with a cold, it also drags me right back to the drawing board in terms of my costume. Tonight I was going to wear a toga, which is pretty much out the window and tomorrow, I was going to just wear my boxers with a dressing gown with a wig and go as The Dude. I had the cheapest costumes ready to go and I might as well bin them. Looks like I'm gonna have to rock Dog The Bounty Hunter again or . . . . I could get rid of it, the cold I mean. Is it possible for me to get rid of this thing in twelve hours so that that come Saturday I'll have a fresh face, smiling, ready to session the fuck out of it? Well this is the challenge I have handed myself last night and I am going to continue until Supafast tonight. I am going to pummel the fuck out of myself with as many pharmaceuticals as i can find.
Cold Devastation Kit
Uniflu Cold & Flu
Box of Nerofen plus
Box of Sudafed
Bottle of Ecinatia
Tub of Chewable Vitamin C tablets
Tub of Cod Liver Oil tablets
and some Evening primrose oil that I found in Tara's bedside locker.
I have to cough up everything into tissues, I am going to force this bastard out of my system if its the last thing I do because i refuse to be sick on Halloween. It is my favorite holiday of the year so by God and anyone who fancies reading this nonsense as my witness, I will get madge ovit and party my little arse off all weekend. See ya at the sesh!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Day 2 as a Blogger
Folks, it is day two in the life of my blog page, Jacking Off, and to tell you the truth I haven't stopped thinking about it, its weird, I have told everyone I have met about it.
- 'Oh yeah, guess what?
- What?
- I started a blog today
And every time I said it, the more I got excited. Strangely pathetic, but I don't give a shit. I got up this morning, hungover from my pub crawl last night, that nice hungover, the kind when your wrecked, in your gaff, with loads of food and you have fuck all to do with the day. You are not gonna move for anything. A morning & afternoon where all the major events consist of making an scrambled eggs, having a wank, making a cup of tea and maybe another wank for good measure.
And it starts, a weekend of sheer fucking madness. You always know your weekend is gonna be mental when it starts on Wednesday. What was I at getting locked last night, knowing I have tonight, Friday, Saturday & Sunday ahead of me. It's just impossible to run those pub crawls without drinking, even if it is a Wednesday. You are trying to interact with this group of Americans that are getting absolutely plastered, the only way of talking sense to them is to get in the same state as they're in. Locked
Gonna checkout that Noise night in Andrew's Lane tonight, myself and my mate, Aaron had never been in there as a club and last week we were just strolling by it on a Wednesday or something. We decided to pop our heads in and check it out. We had both worked there for years when it was a theatre and we thought it was probably going to be pretty much the same as it was back then. How wrong were we, Holy Shit, the place is fucking huge. They have completely gutted the place. We couldn't believe that we had never been here when it was like this. Its so mental, both of us just never got around going in. So defo gonna check that place out tonight and see if its any use. It could be a bit studenty, actually now that I think of it, I think its a student night so that could put me off. I'll see how I feel after the podcast tonight. Or should I say, I'll see how high I am after the podcast
Myself and my mate, Greg are on Week 9 of our fantasy football podcast on our site www.radiomade.ie and I think they are starting to pick up. We started off a bit shit, we were recording it in all these different places and I think that was throwing us off a bit but we have finally found our recording place, our studio - Greg's Bedroom. They are really starting to pick up which I am over the moon about because I thought the two of us were just running out of steam and that we were just going to eventually quit it. Thankfully those thoughts are long gone. I cant wait for this weeks podcast. I also cant wait for tomorrows blog, Jesus, I'm really getting into this shit. I wonder when the novelty wares off.
- 'Oh yeah, guess what?
- What?
- I started a blog today
And every time I said it, the more I got excited. Strangely pathetic, but I don't give a shit. I got up this morning, hungover from my pub crawl last night, that nice hungover, the kind when your wrecked, in your gaff, with loads of food and you have fuck all to do with the day. You are not gonna move for anything. A morning & afternoon where all the major events consist of making an scrambled eggs, having a wank, making a cup of tea and maybe another wank for good measure.
And it starts, a weekend of sheer fucking madness. You always know your weekend is gonna be mental when it starts on Wednesday. What was I at getting locked last night, knowing I have tonight, Friday, Saturday & Sunday ahead of me. It's just impossible to run those pub crawls without drinking, even if it is a Wednesday. You are trying to interact with this group of Americans that are getting absolutely plastered, the only way of talking sense to them is to get in the same state as they're in. Locked
Gonna checkout that Noise night in Andrew's Lane tonight, myself and my mate, Aaron had never been in there as a club and last week we were just strolling by it on a Wednesday or something. We decided to pop our heads in and check it out. We had both worked there for years when it was a theatre and we thought it was probably going to be pretty much the same as it was back then. How wrong were we, Holy Shit, the place is fucking huge. They have completely gutted the place. We couldn't believe that we had never been here when it was like this. Its so mental, both of us just never got around going in. So defo gonna check that place out tonight and see if its any use. It could be a bit studenty, actually now that I think of it, I think its a student night so that could put me off. I'll see how I feel after the podcast tonight. Or should I say, I'll see how high I am after the podcast
Myself and my mate, Greg are on Week 9 of our fantasy football podcast on our site www.radiomade.ie and I think they are starting to pick up. We started off a bit shit, we were recording it in all these different places and I think that was throwing us off a bit but we have finally found our recording place, our studio - Greg's Bedroom. They are really starting to pick up which I am over the moon about because I thought the two of us were just running out of steam and that we were just going to eventually quit it. Thankfully those thoughts are long gone. I cant wait for this weeks podcast. I also cant wait for tomorrows blog, Jesus, I'm really getting into this shit. I wonder when the novelty wares off.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Do People Read Blogs
I have been telling my mates over the last year that I would love to some how keep a diary or maybe venture into journalism, write in some capacity, maybe for television or radio and they always say to me.
- 'Why don't you start a blog? I'd read it.'
And of course, in my head I'm like
- 'No one reads blogs, I don't read blogs, sure. So obviously no one reads blogs, why would I waste my time.'
- 'They do, I swear,'
There is nothing I would find more dull than browsing through other peoples blogs. I would say there is some serious horse shit out there. People who have no I idea of humor or any understanding of what is interesting what so ever. I have a feeling this blog game is going to be a fucking doddle. I'm going to try and stick to three blogs a week, really push myself, through myself into it, even if people aren't listening, which they aren't. See how it fairs after a couple of months, see what reaction I get back. If I get a reaction. I cannot believe that some complete stranger is going to take the time out of his or her day and read this shit. I will be shocked if somebody reads this. Which means if no one reads this, I'm talking to myself.
Anyway, if you are reading this, its my first go, come back in three days and I'll hopefully knock you on your bollix laughing with some brilliant anecdote that is so witty that you'll just have to come clicking back for more.
Until then I'm gonna get my think cap on about what I'm going to write about next, so catch ye later if your even there . . . . . . . . .there's no one there, is there . . . . . . . . . . . I knew it, ah well, see you in three days . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I could say anything doesn't matter . . . . . . . I like kiddy porn, it doesn't matter.
- 'Why don't you start a blog? I'd read it.'
And of course, in my head I'm like
- 'No one reads blogs, I don't read blogs, sure. So obviously no one reads blogs, why would I waste my time.'
- 'They do, I swear,'
There is nothing I would find more dull than browsing through other peoples blogs. I would say there is some serious horse shit out there. People who have no I idea of humor or any understanding of what is interesting what so ever. I have a feeling this blog game is going to be a fucking doddle. I'm going to try and stick to three blogs a week, really push myself, through myself into it, even if people aren't listening, which they aren't. See how it fairs after a couple of months, see what reaction I get back. If I get a reaction. I cannot believe that some complete stranger is going to take the time out of his or her day and read this shit. I will be shocked if somebody reads this. Which means if no one reads this, I'm talking to myself.
Anyway, if you are reading this, its my first go, come back in three days and I'll hopefully knock you on your bollix laughing with some brilliant anecdote that is so witty that you'll just have to come clicking back for more.
Until then I'm gonna get my think cap on about what I'm going to write about next, so catch ye later if your even there . . . . . . . . .there's no one there, is there . . . . . . . . . . . I knew it, ah well, see you in three days . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I could say anything doesn't matter . . . . . . . I like kiddy porn, it doesn't matter.
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