Day Of Frolicking

That didn't actually involve any sort of frolicking what so ever.

I did however have a day of adventure! Adventure I hear you cry?

Well sorta.

I passed the Dublin city boundary at least!

Today was a day of fun fun fun with one half of the Glamrocks ladies, Louise. We stalled it out to Dundrum shopping centre first to look at all of the beautiful things that we can't afford...*sigh*

Mind you, we went outside by the water fountain/thing beside the cinema and my senses were assaulted by a screeching in my ear and the smell of OAP's in the air. There was some 'spontaneous' opera singers performing in full concert gear giving it welly. The oul wans were LOVING IT! Bless, the little smiles on their faces... I bet it was the highlight of their day.

I'm being a little bit bad, aren't I? Look I'm sorry, I have TRIED to like Opera but sadly it's just one of those genres of music that does not appeal to me in the slightest.

Call me an uncultured swine if you must but I will retaliate with the fact that I adore Classical music, so there! Yes, I did stick my tongue out at the screen.



See, even Louise tried to pretend that she was having a good time but she's hiding the fear in her eyes behind the glasses.

Anyway after that we headed to Portmarnock, armed with bagels and growling stomachs. WHY we went there I don't know, considering its an awfully long way just to eat a bloody bagel, considering how hungry we were... You're going to have to explain that one to me Louise.

Anyway we got there and it was kind of sunny. Oh you know the way... you look for somewhere to sit, still looking, eventually find a spot and settle down. Grand. Still sunny. Unwrap the bagel, take a bite. It clouds over.

I mean COME ON!!!!

It took Louise literally 4 seconds to start telling me how unbelievably intolerant she is to the cold (it was still quite warm at this stage) and how if she doesn't heat up, she will actually die. Yes, DIE. She didn't say any of this but I could tell. I could tell alright! hahaha

Here's some pics that I took of the beach. Notice how you can see the sun TRYING ever so hard to squeeze through but doesn't quite make it. Kind of like a fat kid going down a toddler slide. In shorts. Oh the squeaking!!!






Some madzers actually got in! I can see them still trying to get the sand out of their feet for weeks to come!



The sun gone in... *rolls eyes*



Louise being freezing



Her bag, which I'm very jealous of by the way!



My bag... and foot.



That mad man with his metal detector... HE HAD A SHOVEL!! I didn't know at the time that he had a shovel!! I wonder if he found anything...



Louise making the point further that she was freezing, although by that stage I was too!



The little lighthouse on Howth Head... I wanted to go in for tea! hahaha



The ships coming in to Dublin. Just out of shot, pirates.



Today we walked THIS MANY! We're hot. Like AWESOMELY hot! I swear I didn't nearly loose a lung!



I wanted to go to the edge but previous experience with rabbit holes stopped me from ploughing through!



I think we found a location for a Glamrocks cover shoot...



I have to say I was quite proud of myself today, normally a hangover would have me hiding in bed and moaning constantly but today was really fun! And I only tripped over twice! No face on ground contact either!

Mind you I still managed to rip my leggings on the ONE twig that was in my vicinity. What am I?

A disaster!

Cycle Chic

Oh it has been a long time, hasn't it?!

Normally I'd avoid the issue of forgetting my password and make up some elaborate lie. Something that perhaps involved password stealing gnomes with giant yellow earrings or perhaps a tale of world wide travels where I found an actual pixie man and adopted him, giving the new name of Gerald but NO, I did forget my password and wasn't bothered to try and get pass the very very hard recovery process.

However, no need to fear! I am here once again.

Here to tell the tales of what I've been up to.

Or not.

No, I'm not going to. I'm going to leave who ever is reading this guessing about my absenteeism and let you come to your own conclusion. By the way it was most certainly not doing nothing. Nope. No sir. Nadda.

Right.

So yeah, I'm thinking of getting a bicycle. Not one of those power house contraptions that you see wizzing around the place. Notice how they are always ridden by some guy in his fifties with lycra clinging to his every contour, so much so that you can see the PORES on his armpits?!

I'm sorry but that whole culture of cycling is just vile! Cycling is supposed to be a normal mode of transport for normal people. I have however stumbled across the culture known as 'cycle chic'.

Now THIS I'm interested in!

People looking fabulous on retro bicycles... I can dig that.

An essential blog for all of this is Copenhagen Cycle Chic. They have wonderful photographs celebrating the nicer side of cycling. Mind you, Copenhagen has a completely different attitude to cycling that we Irish have. Over there Cyclists are not a triple point object that you score if you knock one over! In Copenhagen cyclists have the right of way instead of cars. If it snows, the cycle lanes get plowed first ahead of the main roadways! This is because there are so many people using the bike for day to day travelling, instead of using it purely at the weekend.

In fairness, I do think that Dublin's attitude to cycling is changing. The bike to work schemes are great and a lot of people are taking advantage of it, seeing as its a cheap way to keep fit in these recession times. Not to mention its good for the environment!

Anyway, the whole cycle chic thing is a completely separate thing altogether.

Exhibit A



Now one can hardly disagree that this chick doesn't look shit hot, no? hahaha

See that bike right there? That's my bike. Or rather the bike I want. €570 is a bit steep though so I'll be going for the cheaper option. One with a basket for €250! :)

The Copenhagen Cycle Chic website is actually launching a Dublin Cycle Chic event which is happening on 16th June! Details can be found here. So apparently you have to send in a photo or something to get invited to it but hopefully I'll have my bike by then and will be waiting outside looking awesome and ready for someone to take my picture! hahaha

Now... to get that bike! Donations anyone? :)

Always good for a giggle

Just found this little jem here. Its from a website where people post what they overhear in this wonderful city of ours, Dublin.

"Seen a middle eastern looking guy banging a small carpet on the wall of a balcony on the second floor of a flat in ballymun when some local guy shouts up "whats wrong will it not start???" "

I nearly pee'd myself! :D Here's another one:

On Dublin bus, at bus stop a little old lady gets on to enquire when her next bus will be arriving:

Old lady to driver: "Will the next bus be long?"

Smartass Driver: "About the same length as this one luv"

Old Lady(without a moments hesitiation): "Really? And will it be driven by a little bollicks like you?"

hahahahaha

Ok more....

I was in the chaning rooms of marks and spencers in Liffey Valley when a little girl just shouts from another cubicle, "mammy you've got loads of skid marks" The mother was obviously mortified because she just shouts back, "Stretch marks not skid marks!". Needless to say there were a few sniggers coming from all around the changing room!


Wouldn't you actually MURDER the child!!! Baaahahahahahahaha