Whine

Posted on November 20, 2006
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This is a whine. You’ve been warned!

According to cyberscribe, yesterday was World Toilet Day. I wonder, though, if he got his days mixed up because today was a pile of you know what for me. And even the torrential rain didn’t do anything to wash away the stench of my execrable day.

I woke up a bit later than usual so, instead of my usual beauty regime*, I could only have an ‘extended wash‘ in the swimming pool (*btw, beauty regime = jacuzzi). Made it into work on time and then realised I was supposed to be in a Louth town later that morning. And moi with a blackberry – oh, the shame. There was no real urgency to get there but if I had remembered, I coulda had a proper swim.
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On the plus side, I saw this Northern Ireland car registration on the motorway. It might not be really legible at that size of pic but it is 38 DD. Brilliant! And on a big Merc as well (it has got two exhausts?). Why can’t we have personalised car registrations? Probably because everyone would try some version of cute hoor. I want one for Christmas! I’ll leave it up to you to decide if I mean the car, the 38DD, or a personalised registration, hehe!!
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Then this afternoon I had to go down to the Ringsend area which meant crossing the Liffey. One tiny, little stretch of road in the Docks was closed so traffic built-up very quickly. Obviously this was not adequately advertised because traffic was mental. Lots of people who were stuck did u-turns and went looking for alternative routes. They must have thought that the problem was restricted to only that stretch of road we were on. Then a lorry broke down on the Quays which only increased the chaos.

The disruption could have been minimised if the Gardai [Or the Traffic Corp. Or the new Reserve force] did their job and manned the junctions. But, oh no, it was raining after all. They were probably showing the new reservists how to play with their truncheons.

But I won’t it get me down. If I’m down, I’ll pull myself up and wash the sand off my face. I’ll stand up and be counted. Sorry, that’s a really tortuous way to end this post and introduce this photo. I will try harder in the future, I promise. Part of the problem is that one of my favourite programmes, the BBC’s Spooks, is not on telly tonight so I’ve no way to learn how to lie convincingly.