Sunday, October 31, 2004

café insane

The only really memorable incident of the weekend happened Friday, but maybe it's one I'd rather forget!!! Met Sandra after work, we went for something to eat, then met her pals Michelle and Julie-Ann in Searson's. Had a good few there, then eventually moved on to Café En Seine on Dawson St, the scene of many a crime for Sandra when we were split up over a year ago.
We moved around a few times to find a good spot, finally settling not too far from the entrace, leaving all our bags there. We were all pretty well on at this stage. Then Mich & J-A go to the loo together, and a couple of minutes later Sandra says she has to go as well and do I mind being on my own briefly. As the other girls would have been back shortly, I didnt mind. Or so I thought.
About half an hour passed and no sign of anyone. My theory was that the 3 of them decided to go for a dance and left me as a human cloakroom without telling me. So, being understandably miffed, I picked up my jacket and my bag, left all of theirs, and set off looking for them. I had felt like an absolute plonker standing on my own. As I get to the back of the pub I meet the two girls and ask have they seen Sandra, they say they thought she was with me. So we go back to our spot, no sign of her. The two girls take it in turns to go off looking, and I'm getting more worried by the minute. Sandra is on medication which leaves her prone to epileptic fits - having said that, it has only happened once with me in the four years I have known her. But at this stage it was the only possibility, without going into the paranoid zone of thinking she was with another bloke, of course.
When the second girl came back without her, I had to go looking myself, and I could only think to ask a bouncer if there had been an incident with a girl having a fit. He led me to both ladies toilets but could not find her. I apologized and headed back to where we were. I was like a parent having lost their child, in that I was worried sick but would kill her if I saw her (metaphorically...). Sure enough she was with the girls at our place when I got back to the seat. I grabbed my bag, told her to go fuck herself, and stormed out of the pub.
Once outside I went and sat on the ground not far from the entrance. Michelle came running out a few moments later. She told me Sandra was drunk and had gone to the wrong place. I had a real struggle believing that story, but I agreed to make sure Sandra got home ok. When she herself came out Sandra started yelling and screaming to herself in annoyance for her being so "stupid" to go to the wrong place. She was even hitting herself at one point. With great difficulty I got her into a taxi and brought her home. I was honest with her in that I had serious trouble believing her plea of having gotten lost. It would be one thing in a pub she's never been to before, but she practically lived in Café En Seine last year.
As we normally do, we worked it out the following morning, and spent the whole day together. We had been invited to her friend Alex' house for Saturday night, and also to her mother's for dinner this afternoon. I fulfilled both engagements and spoke no more about the whole thing. But I have to admit it has all left a bad taste in my mouth. Surely I'm not so stupid myself that she and her mates are running rings around me? I need to sleep on it all.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

no nails left

Football is an agonizing game to listen to on radio, especially when your team is holding on for a win!!!! Spurs were playing a tricky Carling Cup match at Bolton, and I was listening on the internet radio. Bolton went 1-0 up, we levelled. Bolton went 2-1 up, we levelled with 4 minutes to go. Extra time, we get 2 to go 4-2 up, then they get one back. They last 15 minutes were very bad for my nerves especially as the ball spent a lot of time around the Spurs goal and the commentator kept raising his voice!!!! They held on to win 4-3. Burnley away in the next round in November; not easy either.

DUTCH COURAGE
I almost chickened out of the Amsterdam trip, but Jason had already paid for tickets, so I'm in. Will do me good to get away with the lads for a couple of days, I guess I can't spend all my time tied to Sandra. Should be good.

JUST KID-DING
The brats are on mid term break and I have them all day tomorrow, looking forward to it as always. I was worried when I moved back in with my grandmother that they would not enjoy being here, but they don't seem to mind at all. On average they stay with me better than one night in four, which a lot of separated fathers would be more than happy with.

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

heading in the right direction

Could the title "JL Pagano's diary" BE more boring??? Time to spice it up, and let that be enough changes for one day. The new heading was simply my answer to Sandra's recent question : "Jeff you do so much for me, what do you expect from me in return?"

a-new-end-"o"

Having received a couple of comments to the blog which were obviously the result of google searches of the word "pagan", I decided to add an "o" to the end of my pen-name to scare off the devil worshippers from blogland. I find it gives the name a more Latin sound to it, and encourages people to soften the a's and say "pah-GAHN-o" instead of "PAY-gun" which I would undoubtedly get with the other way. No offence intended, Mark n Vicki!!!!

ELECTION RANT
Did another 1000 word piece this evening, and decided to make it a bit less tear-wrenching than my previous ones. It's called "1000 words on Bleeding Heart Liberals" but is maily about the presidential race in the USA which takes place next week. I know I'm tooting my own horn, but I like the way it came out. So there.

DAM BUSTERS
The Amsterdam trip at the end of November is on the cards. It will probably do Sandra and myself to have a weekend away from each other to let this engagement thing settle in our minds. I will give Jason the money tomorrow.

Monday, October 25, 2004


TAKE IT ON THE CHIN

All my jogging all my working out all my supposed diets for weeks and when I have my picture taken I still have that goddam double chin!!! The party went well nonetheless, well, up to the point when I had a couple of shots of Sambuca and turned into Mr Hyde for a while, but I paid the price with a wicked hangover this morn, also placing a call on the porcelain telephone a few times.

Saturday, October 23, 2004

go to see saw

Sandra and I brought her mother out for a meal and a movie last night; we went to the Liffey Valley Centre and ate at Spur Steakhouse, followed by the thriller "Saw".
The film is similar to "Seven", which I thought was one of the most compelling serial killer thrillers I have ever seen. This one isn't quite as good, but does keep you watching throughout and does not fail to shock and surprise you at every turn. If you like that sort of thing I strongly recommend it.

SHOULD I GO ON THE DAM TRIP?
My friend Jason(who we call "The Cat"), has asked me if I want to go for a couple of day's cultural experience in Amsterdam at the end of November. I will let you draw your own conclusions as to what I mean by cultural experience!!! I am going to meet him for coffee this afternoon to get details; he claimed in a text message yesterday that he can get a very cheap deal to go there.

AVP PREGAME SHOW
Speaking of movies, I have to laugh at the latest release of the movie "Alien Vs Predator" or "AVP" which is one of a series of films which turns a video game into a movie, when in the "old days" the movie always came first!!! Having said that, Sandra and I are looking to stay in tonight so she can nurse her cold and relax in preparation for the fancy dress party wich is tomorrow night, so the fact that local network RTE2 is showing the original movies of both Predator and Alien back-to-back gives us the ideal reason to stay in with a few beers and microwave popcorn on a Saturday night!!!

Thursday, October 21, 2004

seventh heaven

The Red Sox won Game 7, 10-3. They took a 6-0 lead early, and I counted every out to the end as their superior pitching staff brought the game home. Sporting history was made. Unbelievable. I even have an avid Yankee fan that I can email to take the piss out of. Sorry, Ben!!!

RUN OF THE MILL
Meeting Sandra for lunch in Hourican's Pub at 1, then picking up the kids from school and bringing them back here for the night, as is the norm for Thursday.


Wednesday, October 20, 2004

tale of the tape

If you know little or nothing about baseball, I would say that you still may find this entry interesting, but I would suggest that you ignore the segment between *JARGON BEGINS* and *JARGON ENDS*. Only true baseball converts will get this part. To the rest, if you have ever been emotionally involved in something you have seen on TV be it sporting or otherwise, you will appreciate how I felt this morning.

My favourite baseball teams can be easily classified as follows :
#1 The Oakland Athletics (aka A's)
#2 The San Francisco Giants
#3 The Boston Red Sox
#4 Anyone but the New York Yankees.

As the A's and Giants both narrowly missed the playoffs this season, my attention has been naturally drawn to the American League Championship Series between The Boston Red Sox and The New York Yankees. You may consult the above chart to find where my loyalties lie! It consists of a "best of seven" matchup with two games in New York, three in Boston, and the final two back in The Big Apple. Once one team wins its fourth game, they go on to the World Series while the opponent must prepare for next season.

Add to that tension the bitter rivalry between The Sox and The Yanks, which goes all the way back to 1918 when Boston traded one Babe "The Bambino" Ruth to the Yankees (a trade which resulted in what is known as "The Curse Of The Bambino" which is reportedly responsible for The Red Sox' failure to win a World Series Championship since), and you get an idea to the importance of this series. This is what spectator sports is all about. So what if you can do nothing to influence the outcome? So what if it's only a load of guys running after a ball? Excitement just does not get much better than this!

The Yankees, who are the Manchester United of baseball in that they have the top salary earners on their staff and begin EVERY game they play as favourites, proceeded to prove this by winning all of the first three games. Each game would be played overnight, so I would tape them and watch them the next morning with the added benefit of fast forwarding through all the non-action bits (which are very frequent in baseball!). After the Yankees took a 3-0 lead in the series, however, my interest took a nosedive. NO TEAM IN BASEBALL HISTORY HAS EVER WON A SERIES HAVING BEEN 3-0 DOWN, IN FACT NONE HAVE EVER EVEN FORCED A GAME SEVEN. I just clicked on the website the next two mornings to check the scores of Games 4 and 5. To my surprise the Red Sox won them both, each in exciting fashion.

This piqued my interest enough to set my video for last night's game 6 back in Yankee Stadium. I got up this morning at 6am as has been the norm, and was pleased to see my weight has finally dipped under the 18 stone mark. I then got myself a coffee and started watching the game.

*JARGON BEGINS*
The big story going into the game was the condition of Red Sox pitcher Curt Schilling, who had the most wins during the regular season, but who had also damaged his push-off ankle against the Anaheim Angels in the last round. He was hit all over the park in Game 1 against the Yankees, but since Games 4 and 5 had gone to extra innings, Boston's bullpen was stretched to its limits so if he was at all fit Curt really had to put in a quality start if there was to be any chance of prolonging the series to a Game 7.

Schilling produced the most incredible comeback pitching performance I have ever seen. He pitched 7 quality innings, and his only slip up was a solo home run hit by Bernie Williams in the 7th which just stayed fair. The rest of the time he kept the Yanks' incredible lineup of Jeter, A-Rod, Sheffield, Matsui, Posada & co in check, and was ably backed up by 4 runs from his own team's line-up which is pretty impressive in itself.

The umpires played an enormous part in the game, with two incredibly gutsy decisions. With Boston already up 1-0 and 2 runners on, their 2nd baseman Mark Bellhorn hit a shot to left field which at first appeared to come back off the wall for Hideki Matsui to field and throw back to the infield, but on viewing the replay tape it was clear that the ball cleared the wall and actually hit off of a fan and thus should be declared a home run. Red Sox manager Tony Francona came out to dispute and to their credit the six-strong umpire team agreed to converge and discuss what they had collectively seen. Obviously some of them had seen what had happened so it was left to the crew chief to announce to the home town crowd that it was in fact a home run and what had been a 3-0 lead for the visitors was now one of 4-0.

This third inning appetizer was nothing to the main course the officials were to serve up in the bottom of the seventh! Schilling had been relieved by Bronson Arroyo, who was himself hit all over the park in Game two but pitched a solid inning in relief in Game 5 the previous night. With 1 out in the 7th, one run was already in, it was now a 4-2 game, with Derek Jeter on 1st and A-Rod at the plate. Rodriguez chopped a grounder between the mound and first base, which Arroyo fielded himself and went to tag the runner for the 2nd out. Instead, the ball fell out of his hand, the runner was declared safe, and Jeter strolled in for another run to make it 4-3.

Or did it? Francona was out again protesting. Arroyo was down on his honkers in disbelief. Then we saw the replay. To quote a famous baseball commentator, HOLY COW!!! As A-Rod passed Arroyo he clearly swatted the ball out of the pitcher's hand, which of course is interference, and should be out. The umpires went into their second huddle. After a prolonged consultation, they called A-Rod out and demanded Jeter return to first. It was then clear why they had taken so long to decide. Clearly it was obvious what had happened and what the correct call was, and the only thing left to determine was how to handle the eventual reactions of both the crowd and Yankees coach Joe Torre. After the crew chief made his signal, Torre was allowed rant for a good 5 minutes without being ejected, and Francona had to take his players off the field as the hometown fans hurled missiles onto the playing surface. All six umpires deserve medals.

After it all died down, what had been a situation whereby it was 4-3 Boston with 1 out and a runner on 2nd, it was now 4-2 with 2 out and a runner on 1st. What a difference. Arroyo picked himself up to get Gary Sheffield to pop-up for the final out. The Sox went quietly in the top of the 9th, and so it was set-up for a Red Sox reliever to get the 3 outs required to bring us all back the following night.

Back in Game 1 I could not believe the fact that the Red Sox had Keith Foulke in their bullpen. I had followed my beloved A's all season so did not know where he had been traded. Sure, he's an established closer, but when asked THREE TIMES to close out victories for the A's last year AGAINST THE RED SOX he choked and Boston came back from 2 games to 0 behind to win that series 3-2. So I was equally surprised when I saw Foulke was being brought in to pitch the bottom of the 9th for the Sox against the meat of the Yankee's batting order, especially when you remember Boston is a club which more than most has been influenced by ghosts from playoffs past!!!

With me well on the edge of my seat, he walked the leadoff hitter Hideki Matsui, to bring the tying run to the plate, but proceeded to strike Williams out swinging for the first crucial out.
***JARGON ENDS***

Welcome back non-baseball fans! Basically when it came to the end of the game Boston just needed to get TWO Yankees out to win the game and be the first to turn a 3-0 deficit into a 3-3 tie. Fully engrossed in the game, I wondered who the next batter would be.

THEN THE STUPID, GODDAM, MOTHER F***IN TAPE RAN OUT!!!!!!!

Imagine my frustration!!! Let's just say an expletive or two was yelled!!! Luckily the sports channel that carries baseball, NASN, is currently showing a replay of the game and has JUST reached the part where the tape ran out. I still don't know who won as I type. There will a pause between this line and the next as I return to the edge of my seat.


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He got the second out, but then walked Ruben Sierra. Now a home run wins the series for the Yankees.



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3 balls and 2 strikes so far to the Yankees second-string first baseman Tony Clark.



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CLARK STRIKES OUT SWINGING!!!!
THE SOX WIN THE PENNANT!!!!
THE SOX WIN THE PENNANT!!!!
Oh wait, hang on....There's still Game 7 tonight. I'm gonna set my VCR for 8 hours on Long play. Don't ring me in the morning, I'll be busy.



Tuesday, October 19, 2004


SUNDAY THE FUN DAY

I love this picture. The fact that it's blurred makes it even more appealing in my book, almost like it's a painting. It's taken by my camera phone and is of Sandra, her dog Jessie and of course my two kids RA and CJ. It's set in the field behind RA's old school in Greenhills, Dublin. It's what summer Sunday afternoons are all about.

back to normal

I brought Grandma to the Royal Hospital Donnybrook Day Hospital this morning for her "weekly" visit for physiotherapy and assessment, her first such visit since the passing of my grandfather back in August. It is very important for me that she goes every week as it is important back up for me to have her monitored so I can be sure I am doing ok with her.

TEXTAHOLICS ANONYMOUS
Last night I wrote the second in my series of 1000-word pieces of summaries of my life to date, and my subject was my propensity to send text messages to the local radio station NewsTalk106. Doing the piece has gone a long way to help me come to terms with an aspect of my life which is holding me back to a great degree. See the latest entry to my "sister blog" http://themeldrewfiles.blogspot.com/. I must admit I did send one text to The Eamonn Dunphy Show this morning, but since have honoured my "Text Free Tuesday" pledge. It's not easy!!!


Monday, October 18, 2004

an average weekend

Had an average weekend as the title suggests....went for drinks with Sandra on friday evening, had the brats Saturday and Sunday nights, went to see the movie "Shark Tale" yesterday afternoon with the three of them. I enjoy those afternoons with Sandra and the two kids, as it's great the way they all get along. By the end of the movie my daughter RA was resting her head on Sandra's shoulder. I'm over the flu now and was able to go for my run this morning after a week's rest, which was a good feeling.

JL "THE HITMAN" PAGAN
I will be publicly humiliating myself next Sunday night as I will be dressing up as a gangster for a fancy dress party thrown by a work-mate of Sandra's. There will probably be pictures, whether they make this page remains to be seen!!! She is going as Cleopatra.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

poles apart

I've been taken to place the odd online wager lately, and have been quite successful. My latest wager was a 5-game accumulator of last night's World cup Qualifiers. I had Ireland and England to win, with the other "home" nations, Northern Ireland, Wales and Scotland, all to draw. Had I clicked them all I would have won close to €1000. Instead I got 4 out of 5 and got about €50. The Wales-2 Poland-3 scoreline was my undoing. At least I was up on my €20 stake.

UNABATED DEBATE REBATE
The 3rd Presidential debate took place in the wee small hours, I taped it, got up and watched it, and got more of the same as before. No knockout punch delivered. Bush tried to paint Kerry as an unrealistic idealistic leftie, Kerry had a Tony Soprano joke that didn't really hit home as well as it could. This race will clearly go right down to the wire, as did the race in 2000. The crucial difference for me is, in 2000, neither candidate had already had 4 years in The White House to show they can run the country. Bush has had those four years now and still polls show more than 50% of voters unsure whether he should still be there. That should really say it all. It's time for a change. Maybe Kerry would make mistakes, but the fact remains he's the best man to send in and fix the mistakes that have already been made. Plus the prospect of Bush being a Lame Duck president is truly frightening, and I am surprised this fact has not been mentioned.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

a lone voice from blogland

I wasn't that concerned that noone had yet commented on my blog, since it has been primarily for my own benefit. Yet I could not help but react to a double comment from a Keith from Austin Texas last night, which more or less said my blog was a bore. I was actually a bit annoyed until I read his profile, and then his own blog. He's a 20 year old student from Texas who seems to think he's Lucifer. Enough said. I presume he was drawn to my site by the word "pagan".

BACK TO BUSINESS
I am pretty much over the last of my flu, so I should really get down to my long list of shit that needs to get done. I have a pile of papers here bside my which needs to be gone through - divorce papers, bills, all kinds of stuff that has been on the long finger too long.

EXCELLENT, SMITHERS!
I got my report back on my second assignment for my writing course. She said I missed the point of the first section, which involved writing outlines on potential articles as well as the opening paragraph from the same article. She did however say the opening paragraphs were good. The main piece I did however, she reported as "excellent"...and went on to say : "You worked through the information in a methodical manner. Your pace was good - you dealt with each part of the article equally, not rushing through any part. The style was relaxed and it made for some easy reading. The outline you provided was very good, and (was) worth sending to the Editor." You can't ask for much better feedback than that!!!

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

one flu over....

I came down with a bug on which I think I picked up when I went out with Sandra and her flatmates on friday night. It has put my jogging on hold as well as pretty much everything else, but I have been able to do my immediate responsibilities, like bringing the brats to school, dealing with grandma, etc, etc. I am on the road to recovery which the uni-flu I bought this morning should spped up considerably.

FRIDAY NIGHT???
It was just a meal and a few drinks with Sandra's flatmates, Bernie and Suzie. We went to Mao Chinese restaurant on Chatham St, the food of which was ok, but I had some issues with the service. We went on to a pub called Ba Misu which is part of the Powerscourt shopping center. The flatmates were drinking wine and shorts while Sandra and I stuck to the beer, so by the end of the night they were worse for wear. When we got back to the flat, Bernie decided to knock on the door of the flat next door and invite to of the lads living there in for a chat. I must admit I was a bit annoyed, but I suppose it was something different. I was more annoyed when Sandra introduced me as her "boyfriend", after which I said "BOYFRIEND?" giving her the chance to upgrade it to fiance, which she didn't take, she just sat there speechless. Now I wish to make it clear that my annoyance did not come from the saying boyfriend first, that was an easy mistake. But in the split second when she was faced with a choice of saying she was engaged in front a couple of lads who live next door, or denying it and making up with me later, she chose the latter. I had it out with her the next morning and she apologized. Of course now, I feel like an asshole, but I suppose I was right to speak my mind however paranoid it may be.

Friday, October 08, 2004

blah blah blah

Met the good crowd last night. Told ya!

Plans for today include cleaning up the house, picking up the kids from school, collecting sandra from work, going back to hers, then going out for dinner with her and her two flat mates for a meal to celebrate our engagement.

PARANOID ANDROID
Sandra has had several advances from men over the past few weeks. One was from the brother of a bloke she went out with last summer while we were "on our break". I have to really control the part of my brain that controls paranoia when I think of this story. She planned a girls night out with flatmate Suzanne and they were to go to Cafe En Seine, which was her main haunt for the aforementioned summer. Sandra told me beforehand that she had a funny feeling the ex Andrew was going to be there. Turns out the next day that instead the brother was there and that he chatted her up the whole night. Paranoia says : Why did she let him chat to her the whole night? What really happened? Yesterday, he rings her in work, asking her to go for lunch. Of course she said no, and not to call her again. He knew where she worked because she dated his brother, so I can't fault her there. What's bothering me is that fact that it's bothering me. She is an absolute stunner, and this is not the last time she is going to get an offer from a bloke, especially one with a lot more money than I have, not to mention a lot less baggage. Every time she goes out without me I will be insecure. How long can I go on like that? Tomorrow night I have the kids, and Sandra and two of her workmates are booking a night in a hotel to go out on the piss. I don't smoke hash anymore so I guess I will have to buy some beer or something to let me sleep through the night. This is not a good way for someone to feel when he has just gotten engaged. I have to do something. I don't know what. And what is more we are still at the same scenario as we were when we lived together. I suggested the possibility of her coming over to me some Saturday evening when I have the kids and watching a movie after which I could drop her home after they fall asleep. Not a thrilling evening's entertainment by any means, but at least it would show appreciation for the fact that I have responsibilities. I'm an insecure prick and should just get over it, shouldn't I???

Thursday, October 07, 2004

the good crowd

My male friends can easily be divided into two distinct categories : "The Good Crowd" and obviously "The Bad Crowd". The good lot consist of settled, married, good-job-having, golf-playing, wine-tasting, poker-playing, cigar-smoking, have-a-midweek-drink-but-not-stay-out-too-late-cos-i've-work-in-the-morning types. Decent people all, I must add. On the other hand I have my bad lot which comprises spliff-smoking, womanizing, dirty-joke-telling, bookie-frequenting, drink-anywhere-anytime types. Again, decent people underneath it all. When I do get out without Sandra it is normally with the bad crowd, and we go to a night club, get blotto on vodka and chat up girlies. (Here I should add that often when I have the kids overnight, Sandra goes out and gets blotto and gets chatted up - doesn't mean anything untoward actually happens!) Meetings with the good crowd are much more formal, and usually consist of meeting up on the first Thursday of every month in the Stillorgan Orchard pub at 9:30, have a few jars, bang on about how great their lives are, stop for a bag of chips, then head home. I still go each month, and must admit I am often intimidated because of my lack of high powered job like them, though I know I shouldn't be. I guess if I felt that badly about it I would not go at all. I missed the last two months on account of my USA trip and my grandfather's funeral, so I don't mind making an appearance tonight. Besides I feel a bit better about myself on account of grandma's good doctor's report and my improved fitness on account of my regular jogging. This is about as much as I feel I can write about these monthly meetings; in future I will probably just say after the event "Met the good crowd last night" and you will get the idea!

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

doubly healthy

Well, I said I was worried about the two doctor's assessments I was due to receive on Grandma and myself respectively, so I should be doubly relieved that both of us were given clean bills of health! I am especially proud of Grandma's report as I have been responsible for her food intake since November of last year. I left the surgery without a prescription for her which must register as some kind of success in itself. I keep feeling guilty that in the most part I am doing nothing to contribute to society as a whole so this report proves that I am actually making a difference. If she was on her own there is no way she would be eating properly. If she was in a home there is no way she would be happy because her independence would be all but eliminated.

NOT TO WORRY
As for my own health, my worries were not helped last night by my watching an episode of the plastic surgeon drama series Nip/Tuck in which one of the main characters Christian Troy is waiting on results of blood tests thinking he may be HIV positive. Now I haven't had anywhere near as many sexual partners as he has in the story, but this shows you how my mind works. If given the opportunity to worry, I will. I mentally prepared myself for the doctor telling me something terrible, but of course he didn't. Cholesterol, blood sugar, everything that was tested turned out ok. He said just to keep up the jogging and watch the diet and I will be fine. I go back to him in two months to see if the blood pressure goes down, but he didn't even seem too concerned about that.

OHIO VICE
I taped the debate between American Vice-Presidential candidates Dick Cheney and John Edwards, and watched it this morning. It was interesting to a point - on the Iraq issue JE pretty much re-iterated what Kerry had said last Thursday, although this was something he needed to do because they are trying to reach out to the un-decided voters who don't want Bush but are sceptical about voting at all. Cheney put forward a better case overall than the president had, and I feel his opponent missed his chance to use the Haliburton card effectively. The facts are simple - The Bush administration pushed for war, and a company of which DC was a director ends up taking all the spoils of the reconstruction. If you can't use that plain and simple truth to question the admistration's motives for going to war maybe you shouldn't be in the race at all. I'm sure his advisers were at pains to tell him to be careful and whatever, so I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised. They briefly discussed gay marriages, on which JE mentioned the fact that DC's own daughter is gay, which DC did not seem to appreciate at all. Overall I feel the debate was a tie, but considering JE is trying to prove his suitability for office, a tie is a better result for him.

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

what's up doc?

I moved in here to my grandmother's house in Booterstown back in November of 2003. Since then although she has had her moments her health has appeared to remain stable in that she has never seemed to be in need of immediate medical care. Her principle difficulties have been digestive problems and a heart problem but (touch wood) they have as yet to manifest into anything in any way serious. I still feel it necessary to have her checked out, and today I bring her for her first doctor's appointment on my "watch". It is to the Blackrock Medical Centre and Dr Brigid Sheehy, who has examined her on several occasions before. Here is hoping the feedback is good. Then there is my own follow up appointment tomorrow morning where I will receive results of my blood tests and who knows what THEY could reveal. I hope to be able to plan my future a lot better after these two appointments.

Monday, October 04, 2004


Taken at Taaffe's pub, Shop Street, Galway on Friday, October 1st, 2004. She is probably thinking "Ok, he has spent over a grand on the ring and I love it and all, but should I mention the fact that he;s farting like a trooper???"

gas craic altogether

She loved the ring. She had a horrible morning in work on Friday and was telling me how upset she was when I picked her up, so I came over with spontaneity. We had to stop off at her new gym and I waited in the car as she picked up her stuff. I cleared out the glove compartment and fecked all the shite from within into the back seat. I got the ring out of my bag, opened the box and placed it in the g.c. When she got back I told her to get a cd out of there maybe it would cheer her up. Of course at first she said "Ah no yer grand, sure we can play some music later!!!". Eventually I had to say "Just open the bloody thing!!!!!" So she did, and was almost moved to tears by the ring. I'll post a pic of her sporting it later on.
The trip went well, we had a laugh as we always do. We are very relaxed together. The only drawback was my upset stomach which lasted the entire weekend and manifested itself in a series of atrocious farts which I could not keep in the whole time. Looking back I now realize of course she knew it was me that was doing them. Especially with the smoking ban in place everything you do in pubs gets noticed. I had a few jars on me and let a few off for pure relief but OF COURSE she knew it was me!!!! SCARLEH!!!! I'm gonna bring a cork with me next time!!!

LOSE ANGELS
The A's lost the first two games to the Anaheim Angels and so our season is over. Heartbreaking. They should have easily won the division. They are still the best value-for-money team in baseball, however, and I dearly hope they are never forced to leave the Bay Area. My support must now be for the Boston Red Sox, who are still under "The Curse Of The Bambino", not having won a World Series crown since 1908.