Friday is the weekend !!

Well well well, first reports are that Ireland's people voted No or NIL for the Lisbon Treaty, which was a European nightmare of policies that were not clear enough. Ireland desire to remain neutral in future wars was something a friend of mine in Dublin was an ardent supporter of. 42 days detention for fundamentalists has been on the news, radio, t.v, newspapers; it feels like 42 days to me with all the hype. Why don't they just get on with their work then ? Nigel Kennedy the violin player was on The Poitics show last night with Andrew Neil, to be honest Kennedy looked like a hippy which to me caused some amusement for i knew the rest of the people on the programme would be snobby to him and they were, Diane Abbot M.P looked on in disgust when Nigel spoke. This morning i had cereal (cornflakes) , tea and bacon with toast with my old fav red sauce (Tomato sauce to you more cultured folks). Euro 2008 was on last night but to be honest i haven't seen a good match thus far, there is a lot of diving going on and taking away from the fact that it is a good game; but now full of pop star look alikes who can't take a good bat in the bake (a North Belfast expression there, means a dig in the mouth). Queen's University seems so odd now that hardly any students mill about in droves like bees gathering the honey, now the odd student walks around looking for a class, a lecture, anything ?

Thrusday isn't Summer friendly

Last night i went to the barbecue with members of the Queen's writers group (Thanks Michael for hosting)and i have to say that it went down very well apart from the quiz, when the team i was in tended to leave the mantel of answering questions to myself. Ok so maybe i knew some of the more literary answers but classical music composers was slightly out of my musical genre. The host Michael has a love of nature and animals, as he has rather a large garden with a maze of trees and two donkeys, a large white horse(where was Lady Godiva ?) and hens and dogs and cats. One dog sat and hungrily eyed me when i was eating a burger for a good ten minutes, i wondered did these dogs get fed at all ? (joking there). Later Michael turned cave man and desired to start large fires around his home, i don't know if this was to the vino he was increasingly putting away or he felt a return to man's red fire would extract some chanting of a literary kind, thus dancing wildly and beating our chests, only if we had a saber toothed tiger to hunt and drag back to the various hoots of delight from the women who huddled around the brazer. This morning i got up late at 11am and had tea with toast, i searched for a choc biscut as i felt the need for something sweet but alas i had none, later i'll have to get some shopping in as i'm getting low in the food department. First port of call will be the butchers on the Lisburn road who sell good quality of meat for rather good prices.

bar-b-q ?

This morning i looked out upon South Belfast and see that Summer sunshine is not served upon toast with warm buttery golden sauce, grey skies adorn the heavens. So is it rain ? i think so but yet i am to attened a barbecue this evening and rain wouldn't be at all welcome what with sausages, rocket salad, and burgers with tomato relish. Last night after Euro 2008 where Spain literally thrashed the russians i read a story from 'The Man Upstairs' by P.G.Wodehouse given to me by Julia the Italian housemate who is a PHD student may i add. Wodehouse is not a writer i would naturally gravitate to but she had asked me to read at least one story. The tale 'Something to worry about' reminder me of Joyce's Dubliners, middle class morality but extremely well executed in its compsition. The radio is on and Jo Wiley (radio BBC1) is mentioning everyone at her house has hay fever and how she feels luckly not to suffer, i concur she is lucky indeed but my own suffering and sneezing has subsided somewhat. Had a granny smith apple for breakfast (first course) it was fresh and cold, each bite crunched pleasingly . Next i'll go for tea and toast with either peanut butter (smooth) or chesse melted.

Post hayfever arrival

Today or rather this morning i slept heavy in my comfortable bed, i didn't hear fellow housemates leave for: work, uni, whatever. Usually i hear one guy (who will remain nameless) slap his big flat feet (that is a supposition) on the stairs like a newborn baby elephant getting used to walking down each step, walk is the wrong term this guy rushes. If he got up earlier he wouldn't be rushing but as i am finding common sense and intelligence isn't compatible. Soon lunch is coming up, i am in two minds will i have the old scrambled eggs on toast (one of my favs, the eggs have to be golden and fluffy) or will i go for an omelette ? Not sure but tea is a definite article and toast with Kerry Gold butter, which is in the foil and not in a tub as the former has more of a flavour spread on wholemeal toast.Cornflakes this morning with plenty of cold milk. On the radio so called Christians ring in on radio ulster's Talk Back programme with David Dunseith, one old woman feels it important to identify herself as 'East Belfast Protestant Lady' So she becomes abbreviated to EBPL will she set up her own quango ?

Atoms for breakfast Yesterday Monday the 9th of June 2008, hay fever struck !!!! cue fits of sneeezing so powerful i could feel my hole body reverbarating in one mass of Summer pollen ineptitude even now as i type that dastardly pollen tickles my sinuses in an act of june tom foolery. Tomorrow antihistamine (no relation, say married to unlcehistahis) will be took early after bowl of cornflakes with ice cold milk, must remember to draw the blade across the jaw and shave; a day and a half worth of stubble growth adorns the lower mandible.