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On my usual walk to work I encounter a considerable number of those free-newspaper-giver-outers[1] And all of them annoy me. Apart from the one I always take the Metro from. I always get it from the same guy[2] in the general vicinity of The Spike[3] And I usually carry ( Read more... )

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It is still raining.


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They have arrived.

Without warning, every single year they come, hordes of them. Milling about the city. Causing untold damage. Spreading out, taking over, like a virus of some sort. No bus is safe. No street remains unoccupied. Swarming about. Legions of them descend ( Read more... )

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Urgh. It is still raining. Actually that should probably be it is still raining. Now, unlike many, I don’t have a problem with the rain. I quite like water, even when it falls from the sky. But this is getting a bit ridiculous.

Today, in case you didn’t know, is the 5th ( Read more... )

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Wow, can you believe that I’ve been doing this Thursday Thirteen stuff for 23 weeks now?

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I never thought I’d feel sorry for Paris Hilton.

Of course, I never even suspected that I’d ever have cause to even mention her name here. I mean she has never done anything of interest. She is boring. I don’t think she is good looking. I know nothing about her life[1] Or ( Read more... )

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Don’t you just love it when, as you are drifting off to sleep, annoying teenagers start conversing right outside the window. Course, I am on the second floor, but these were teenage girls screaming at each other, and our street is quite the echo-y place at the quietest of ( Read more... )

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Irish fans make me laugh. They have no right to expect anything - they don’t support their own league, expect English clubs to take their youth and train them into footballers and (like Humphries) only think about football when the GAA isn’t on.

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Or so one of the papers put it. All I can say is OMFG! 2-1. Two-one!? First of all, we only managed to score two goals! and second of all we let San Marino score. San Ma-fucking-rino? There aren’t enough exclamation marks in the world to convey my shock.

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