And in the fury of this darkest hour I will be your light A lifetime for this destiny For I am Winter born And in this moment..I will not run It is my place to stand We few shall carry hope Within our bloodied hands (bloodied hands) And in our Dying, we're more alive-than we have ever been I've lived for these few seconds For I am Winter born

Well, that`s Maelstrom over  for another year.

Lifted Jimmy (Stefan von Gusteppen) on Wednesday evening and took him up to my place for ease of pickup on the airport run. There we are, most of the way through our first beers when he realises he has left his character pack and plane ticket at his arse. So, back we go to his place. We finally crawl ( Read more... )

Yes, it`s time for the dreaded post event gibber.

The Northern Irish contingent (all four of us) took a car to the event. We sailed from Dublin to Holyhead and landed at half past midnight on Friday. To the soundtrack of Jimmy and Jerry`s snores we drove to site and arrived at around 5am. Did you know it`s bloody cold at that time of the morning ( Read more... )

Well, we went and now we`re back again. The trip down to the boat was tolerable. The road down to Dun Laoghaire (pronounced Dun Leery) was busy enough but the motorway the EEC paid for makes Mexico a better country to drive in now the roadblocks that are Dundalk, Drogheda and Balbriggan are bypassed. We made it down to the boat in approved nick of ( Read more... )