Archive for April, 2009

Apr 28 2009

In Most Cases High Blood Pressure Will Not Save Your Life

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In most cases…

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Apr 28 2009

Tag, You’re It

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Darren's Sore FootFine, Andrew (and Anthony and others) tagged me in a meme. I won’t pretend to hate these things – I often learn interesting things about people through these. This one, however, may provide some less than interesting results.


The gist of it is:

  • Put the link of the person who tagged you on your blog.
  • Write the rules.
  • Mention 6 things or habits of no real importance about you.
  • Tag 6 persons adding their links directly.
  • Alert the persons that you tagged them.

So, here be mine:

  1. I drink about 8 cups of tea most days. I love tea more than alcohol.
  2. I used to imagine the woods beside my house was haunted and I would go there to talk to the ghosts.
  3. My foot is sore.
  4. I believe that time travel will one day be possible.
  5. I rarely find blonds attractive. On a subconscious level, I think they are stupid, even though I know it’s irrational.
  6. I stare at people too much. I can’t help it. I am transfixed by people and end up trying to work out what’s going on in their heads, what they work at, who they live with, what their parents are like…I am caught staring a lot.


I think I’ll let this thread of the meme die with me, unless anyone wants to take up the mantle?


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Apr 27 2009

I Am A Knobhead

Published by under Blog,Night Out

DarrenI am a knobhead. Yep, I admit it. I am stupid on a level so high they call it the stupidly high level for stupid people.


While out on Saturday, rather than wait for people to move or ask them politely to ‘excuse me’, I thought the better course of action would be to walk across the table. I was ever so slightly wrong.


Down I came to a crashing halt, sending DailyDaydreamer halfway across the floor and sending my ankle in a direction it most definitely didn’t wish to go.


In all sorts of pain and with the help of Lottie, I hobbled outside. I am not sure why I went outside – as far as I’m aware fresh Dublin air isn’t known for spontaneously healing sprained ankles.


And so, I continued with my evening, limping around like a fool, occasionally pausing to check my swollen ankle and my bruised ego. I survived the night, but could not walk at all on Sunday.


Today, I can walk. I am still in a lot of pain and my foot is still twice the size it should be, but it is getting better.


So, there you have it. I am a knobhead. And I’m back. 🙂



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