Come home, Friends...

If in doubt, drink here..

Needs to feel organised...

Haaay!

Persona non grata, black sheep, undesirable, unperson, nonperson.

Today I feel like a Social Pariah (Due to my *highly* contagious eye virus and general lack of pity)

These shall be my friends,














We shall do great things....

Abolish Unemployment in Ireland. How to:

There are approximatley 2.7 million people of working age (between 18-64), 15 % or which are 55+ which is approximatley 405,000.




There are 284,500 people unemployed in Ireland at the moment.

If the government propose an early retirement plan for the over 55's- to give them an incentive of a MillionE/or so each.

With this they can pay off their mortgage/buy a house.


This creates over 400,000 jobs which abolishes unemployment, there are over 100 graduates leaving Ireland weekly.


Gets rid of minor debt and creates a happy workforce.

I know, DUH!

Mutate me.

So today was the day. The complete genetic code of an anonymous Irish person was sequenced for the first time..today. What does this mean? It was found that this particular person possessed 400,000 novel mutations of single DNA bases. Almost 8,000 of these appeared to be inherited by it's ancestors along with genes known to influence disorders such as inflammatory bowel disease, liver disease and cancers.

This scares me. According to this logic, cancer is an evolutionary genetic typo, like a transcription "whoops!...any tipex?". These diseases are things that we need to put up with, not through any fault of our own, but becuase our parents and their parent and their parents etc. got it on. Not to say that we can just sail through life eating and drinking and smoking whatever we want, external factors do help it along. But other things such as smoking and X-rays also cause mutations in our genetic sequence. How do we escape?

Find out what happens next on....

My head hurts today....

need a brew.

Everyone loves Gin

Scarleh for ye Paris...

This is the American Dream

I know too many...

Hungry like a wolf..

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

- Pablo Neruda

I need him...