"An bhfuil tusa ag leabhairt lomsa?"

Image by jodimarr via FlickrHere's a great video about a bored Chinese shop worker who learns Irish before moving there, without realising that very little Irish is used in day-to-day life.

Highlights include the Taxi Driver reference and a cameo from Frank Kelly (better known as Father Jack in Father Ted) and the result is a touching short film that's equal parts hilarious and shaming. Maybe I'll try and find my old Inter. Cert. course books and have a refresher before I start Cognitive Psychology.

Danny Boy

And now I'm feeling homesick.

Ah sure Ted, we're havin' an oul' vote

I'm moving to Laois or Offaly just so I can vote for this guy. His election song shows that Irish politics isn't just about brown paper envelopes and tribunals.

Beacons at Bealtaine

Like ancient beacons signalling, peak to peak,
From middle sea to north sea, shining clear.
As phoenix flame upon fionn uisce here.

Seamus Heaney

Yes I've been lazy, but only Justin reads this so it's a bit disheartening to see how ignored my little ramblings are.

Anyway, after only four matches it's all over for us. Despite playing their little hearts out, the Irish team are heading home to a heroes welcome. Continuing the tactic of letting in an early goal and clawing through ninety minutes to a spectacular draw, McCarthy's Eleven went on to take shot after shot at the Spanish goal before losing on penalties. The irony when compared to Italy 1990 is far from lost on me.

On the other hand I did go to see Spiderman during the week. What a fantastic movie. This is everything the Episode II should have been and now with Ang Lee's Hulk coming up, it looks like it's going to be a good year for comic book fans.

Another hint: Check out The Libertines. I saw them at the Peterborough Met on Friday and even though they only played for a half hour, they were amazing. I've a feeling these guys are going to be bigger than Blur or Oasis combined. Punk isn't dead - there is finally life after Steps.

Until next time, your favourite wild goose.
Sayonara.

Incipit Liber Primus

Well here it is - a diary I've been planning to keep for the past god-knows how long. Hopefully Bloger will make it a little simpler than writing a lot of bloody html.

Just back to Cambridge from a weekend home in Dublin where much alcohol was imbibed and many brain cells destroyed. The only problem was Ryanair - The Low Service Airline. I got into Stansted Airport in plenty of time for my 7:10pm flight when it was delayed, not for fifty minutes, not even for an hour, but for four long hours. Airports are depressing places at the best of times, but having to wait until 11:30pm while three flights to Dublin leave ahead of you, without even a cup of tea from the airline is enough to make you go looking for the nearest clock tower.

Bah!