Post-Galway, where Adrian was the Host of Hosts and I apparently built a humungous pillow barrier between us when I kipped in his mega-comfy bed, I met Eddie Muntz of Blogging Fame for a pint or two.
"Everybody Needs a Bosom for a Pillow... But I'd Rather Just Have a Pillow, Thanks"
It is Eddie Muntz's Number One Priority to get me and his flatmate, Dave "Devoid of Taste" Dignam, talking again. We are currently not speaking for reasons unknown to me, but they seem to involve having had ex-sex and my being called once too often at 3am when whatever disco Dave was at was playing "Our Song" TM.
"Our Song"
Dave is currently doing the Dave thing, i.e., has moved his adorable new boyfriend in despite not really being that arsed about him, and then lying to his most recent ex, Ste, about it. Ste is visiting and Dave has said that Brian (the same Brian who Dave lied to me about last February... keep up) "is a friend staying over for a couple of days".
"A Car Crash"
This is all either very hilarious, faintly sociopathic, or utterly irrelevant to my life.
I just wish Dave would get some therapy instead of mucking about with other people's affections.
"A Crazy Chick"
In other news, Ronan, our new flatmate, was witness to a disturbance of the peace at Blackhallgreen last friday night. The cops were called when some mad-out-of-it freak started smashing plates in the courtyard during a raucous party.
"Cunts"