Ridiculous

I know, having a laptop by the pool/beach is utterly ridiculous, but they do have wifi and I did need to check my OU shizzle.

Turns out I got 72% in the first module so one is rather pleased.

Anyway,  tomorrow is the last day in Thailand and I shall miss getting up and hopping into the pool/sea at 7am after a healthy breakfast. Later I’m getting a traditional Thai massage for 90 minutes, which should be fun!

Did someone say it was snowing back home….?

This is ace: Kleerup feat. Titiyo ‘Longing for Lullabies’

Kleerup is back. Sans Robyn, but with Neneh Cherry’s sister instead. The track is called Longing for Lullabies’ and it’s delish.

I’m off…

The fabulousness of academia! It may not pay the big bucks, but by goodness, we gets the holidays. I took three days leave next week and get more than a fortnight off as the university is closed Monday (St Patrick’s Day), Friday (Good Friday, remnant of Catholic hangover) and an entire week for Easter. Yay!

As I type, I’m sitting at Gate C45 in Dublin Airport waiting to board the 19:05 to London City. Despite being slightly distracted by a semi handsome black gent in a wonderful beige suit, shirt, tie and uber-shiny Nike running shoes, I’m eager to get on board.

Tonight, I’m just going to get some wine, do fake tan (is that a good combo?) and sleep as husband is out celebrating our pal John’s birthday. Tomorrow, we do nice restaurant for my birthday (last Wed) then on Sunday morning - yes - at 6am, we go to Trade for clubbing in a nostalgic London gay style. I have a feeling that if I sleep tomorrow night, I will only want to be rouse for coffee, croissants and the Observer rather than the bizarreness of going to a club, but hey, we are up for anything.

On Wednesday, we’re off to Thailand for a week. I’ve never been there, and Andrew reckons I should go seeing as we have time and he has air miles to reclaim before they expire. Who am I to argue? We’re staying here. I shall stop now because I’m edging very close to the somewhat nauseating blogging style of Oh La La.

It’s all been rather rushed and I know nothing really about Thailand other than what I have gleaned very quickly online. “Do not touch monks on the head” is what one needs to remember. Grand so. Should be a breeze.

Enjoy the festivities if you’re Irish, or that way inclined.

Maybe This Is Not Love. (Joe Chester is baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!)

Good things come to those who wait.

1. In a few short weeks, JC will rise again. And just after that Joe Chester releases his ’sophomore’ (ugh) album entitled The Tiny Pieces Left Behind.

2. This will be launched upstairs in Whelans in Dublin on April 20th. No details as yet.

3. If you belong to MySpace, you should log in and get his ‘radio single’ for 0p. It is called Maybe This Is Not Love, and it’s the dog’s bollocks.

4. iTMS has a tune by some whippersnapper called Eoin Coughlan. Said tune has been remixed by JC and it’s good too.

5. This is all very exciting, isn’t it?

“I’m Jack Nicholson, and I approve of this message”

So, Hilary has Jack on her side.

Indeed. I’m not the first to observe that it’s many of his bad guy characters in the promo, but hey…

And the bloggers are quick to deflate the whole nauseating episode.

“You love me, you really love me!”

As I’m out of town this weekend, I’d like to wish all up for awards tonight at the Blog Awards the very best of luck.

If I happen to win, please thank Joe Chester on my behalf and ask him to get off his ass and release his album already. When I lose will someone please make that GUTTED-changing-to-GRACIOUS/FAKE expression for me? Cheers!