Claire Kelly-King a newly "moneyed" woman is looking for that special someone. Meanwhile, Gwinny a school teacher wants to find a tall boyfriend with a sweet tooth. Coleen-Maureen O'Shaughnessy an Irish American with co-dependency issues is a divorcee ready to love again.
In London Bycky Percy may have some Daddy issues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkeFfDcsh8Q
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Monday, November 22, 2010
Leaderless and lost
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-11810195
I received a messege via Twitter earlier today from the BBC.They wanted to ask me some questions about Ireland ,"The Bailout" and Emigration. The link above os to the BBC News website and below are the original questions.I am too angry and sad to do a proper blog post so I've just cut and pasted
I honestly don't know if there is any hope for the young people in Ireland.My sister who is in her mid 20s is currently in full time education.She has been lucky enough to get a part time job within her chosen industry but her hours have been cut back to one day.She has another 12 months left in her studies and after that she will be emigrating.Only last night she applied for a position in the United States but Irish citizens require a Greencard or sponsor to work there so hopefully things will work out for her.My friend,a nurse is on a two year waiting list to emigrate to Australia on their skilled workers programme.
Trust in our leaders
A change in our political culture,no more gombeen Ireland
A sense of fairness
A very wooly list but that is because it is very difficult for me to articulate just how angry we are.People are confused,sad,ashamed,embarrassed and lost.We are leaderless and frightened about our future.
I received a messege via Twitter earlier today from the BBC.They wanted to ask me some questions about Ireland ,"The Bailout" and Emigration. The link above os to the BBC News website and below are the original questions.I am too angry and sad to do a proper blog post so I've just cut and pasted
- Your age, location and occupation.
I am 30 ,unemployed living back at home with my Mother in Co.Cork
- What is your view on the bail-out?
We need this bailout.There's no two ways about it.People argue we are signing away our soverignty but that happened a long time ago.It happened when our government and our bankers felt they had the right to gamble with it.The radio talk shows are brimming with rhetoric "people have died for this Republic" , "Connolly is turning in his grave" Is he? If he is then I doubt his postmortem animosity is directed towards this "bailout" but at the sheer arrogance,deceipt and ineptitude that led to it.As I type this the Green Party who form part of our coalition have called for a general election at the end of January 2011.A bit late to the party aren't we Mr Gormley.
I watched the "Bailout Press Conference" last night.It was incredibly sad.The anger,confusion and sense of loss was palpable.Cowen couldn't tell us how much the bailout would be,how it would be drawn down,how long it would take to get us back on track.He could however tell us that he was not to blame for our current situation.So Mr Cowen as our previous Minister for Finance and current (but not for long) Taoiseach answer me this.Who is to blame? Me? I am starting to sense that maybe I and people like me are to blame because it is us the Irish people who are paying with their jobs,their livelihoods,their health care their education.
It is shameful and embarrassing that Ireland is in this position but what choice have we?
I watched the "Bailout Press Conference" last night.It was incredibly sad.The anger,confusion and sense of loss was palpable.Cowen couldn't tell us how much the bailout would be,how it would be drawn down,how long it would take to get us back on track.He could however tell us that he was not to blame for our current situation.So Mr Cowen as our previous Minister for Finance and current (but not for long) Taoiseach answer me this.Who is to blame? Me? I am starting to sense that maybe I and people like me are to blame because it is us the Irish people who are paying with their jobs,their livelihoods,their health care their education.
It is shameful and embarrassing that Ireland is in this position but what choice have we?
- Has it been difficult to get a job and income?
I worked in retail.Last year I became quite ill and had to leave work.As a result I had to move back to my mother's house ass I couldn't afford to pay my rent.The dole here is €196 which sounds quite generous when compared to the UK but our cost of living is quite high.I am grateful for our social welfare system,as flawed as it is.Initially I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt signing on.I had never been out of work.I always had a part-time job while at school and university and as soon as I could started working full time.Access to employment was easy in booming Ireland.I have been extremely luck to have secured some temproary work,a day here and there but nothing permanent
I volunteer with two different charities.I run an acting class for a brain injury charity ( which has suffered quite severe funding cuts) as a way of filling my time but also as a way of retraining.Eventually I would like to work full time as a drama teacher and am trying to get qualifications in this field. When I can I work a few hours in a St.Vincent de Paul shop.
I volunteer with two different charities.I run an acting class for a brain injury charity ( which has suffered quite severe funding cuts) as a way of filling my time but also as a way of retraining.Eventually I would like to work full time as a drama teacher and am trying to get qualifications in this field. When I can I work a few hours in a St.Vincent de Paul shop.
- Are you considerating emigrating to other country? If so, which?
Any doubts I had about emigrating faded this week.I cannot wait 3,5,10 years to get my life back.It's either emigrate or wait for the Irish economy to pick up again.I will be moving to the UK next year.It is very difficult to save while on the dole but I am determined.I cannot wait to get away from here,and that is a heartbreaking thing to say.
- Do you feel there is hope for the young people in Ireland? What difficulties do they face? What would make them stay?
What would make them stay?
A new governmentTrust in our leaders
A change in our political culture,no more gombeen Ireland
A sense of fairness
A very wooly list but that is because it is very difficult for me to articulate just how angry we are.People are confused,sad,ashamed,
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
To Catch A Thief-(they're a lot closer than you think)
"They are forgetting that they are really attacking the waiters, who don't have an enormous income."
This is a quote from Leonora Popa manager of London "eatery" ( I'm sorry I just really wanted to use that word) L'autre Pied. It appeared in an article in The Guardian on Monday.
Apparently a well dressed couple who dined in the fine establishment did a legger just as one of the aforementioned waiters served up their plum tart and millefeuille.Having eaten and drunk their way through a £570 Michelin -starred meal the Lupins (har har har) went on an extended fag break and never returned. The rascals! Albeit well dressed rascals.
As an honest individual I initially found it quite difficult to reconcile my amusement on hearing the story.This amusement was short lived as was my difficulty.It struck me as somewhat vulgar that 1) Popa claimed an average spend in L'autre Pied is in the region of £570 and 2) that Popa had the gall to claim that this was an attack on the waiting staff.I'm sorry Leonora but if a restaurant can see fit to charge customers an average of £570 ,I keep repeating this fact because I am still incredulous, then you absolutely can afford to pay your staff a decent wage.You absolutely can afford to pay them enough so that if another well dressed couple of Lupins decide to do a legger from a quite frankly bloody ridiculous bill of £570 it can in no way be defined as an attack on waiting staff.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2010/nov/15/restaurant-couple-unpaid-bill-lupin
This is a quote from Leonora Popa manager of London "eatery" ( I'm sorry I just really wanted to use that word) L'autre Pied. It appeared in an article in The Guardian on Monday.
Apparently a well dressed couple who dined in the fine establishment did a legger just as one of the aforementioned waiters served up their plum tart and millefeuille.Having eaten and drunk their way through a £570 Michelin -starred meal the Lupins (har har har) went on an extended fag break and never returned. The rascals! Albeit well dressed rascals.
As an honest individual I initially found it quite difficult to reconcile my amusement on hearing the story.This amusement was short lived as was my difficulty.It struck me as somewhat vulgar that 1) Popa claimed an average spend in L'autre Pied is in the region of £570 and 2) that Popa had the gall to claim that this was an attack on the waiting staff.I'm sorry Leonora but if a restaurant can see fit to charge customers an average of £570 ,I keep repeating this fact because I am still incredulous, then you absolutely can afford to pay your staff a decent wage.You absolutely can afford to pay them enough so that if another well dressed couple of Lupins decide to do a legger from a quite frankly bloody ridiculous bill of £570 it can in no way be defined as an attack on waiting staff.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2010/nov/15/restaurant-couple-unpaid-bill-lupin
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Neurofen Plus-Hornification
Today I learned and believed to be true that Karma relly is a sweet bitch.I laughed and laughed.Then do you know what I did? I laughed again.
That wiped the smug self satisfied preachy smile off your face.Didn't it Neil boy?
http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/breaking/2010/1103/breaking38.html?via=mr
That wiped the smug self satisfied preachy smile off your face.Didn't it Neil boy?
http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/breaking/2010/1103/breaking38.html?via=mr
Friday, October 29, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
SPIDER SPIDER SPIDER
I found one measuring approx. 1.5 inches across (plus legs) in my wash bag this morning.I've had to dump the bag and all it's contents into the bath.I've left the window open.Hopefully he will feel adventurous and escape the house for a life of freedom in the garden,far far away from my face cloth.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Back to the future nostalgia
This blog post has nothing to do with the film.
I've never been one for flicking through childhood photographs recalling the brilliant adventures I had in the field down the road or in the fairy fort over the hill.There are many reasons for this.The first is practical-I hated and I mean HATED having my photograph taken as a child and so I don't have many.The second is also practical in that I never had any great adventures in the field and was frightened of the fairy fort. So there you go.My trips down memory lane are almost always in the context of sweets.I remember all of the sweets from my childhood and associate all of my childhood events with some sort of confectionery , refreshers mainly.I've just been reintroduced to refreshers and unlike Monster Munch and Loop de Loops they shave stood the test of time .Just as peculiarly chalky and simultaneously tangy as I remember.
Lately however I've begun collecting future nostalgia in the form of downloaded images from the internet.I spend hours trawling through the Foxtons website in search of the perfect North London flat. I'm currently unemployed and living in Ireland . Arresting this flight of fancy with a dose of reality I've even given myself a budget of £280,000. I have decided that ex-local authority is the way to go.From what I can see in the photos these flats seem to be bigger with more storage and high rise.I love the idea of being on the sixteenth floor(as long as there is a lift) with a little balcony for my mini clothes line.I'm looking for a two bed or if I can get it with my fictional thousands a three bed ( bed 3 being used as my office for yes people in the future I feel I will have need of an office). I have never been there but I've come to the conclusion that Maide Vale is the place for me.I've google street viewed it and I think I'd fit in.
Once I've purchased my sixteenth floor fantasy pad I'll need to furnish it.I've begun a mood board
As discussed previously via Twitter I have a fetish for green couches so something like this for the open plan living space ( : ) get me doing a Kirstie on it)
A Barcelona chair for reading The Guardian
Day time tv has taught me that nothing sets an open plan living space off more than an antique mirror.Who am (fantasy future) I to argue so ;
Gaudy gilt and massive .
The other rooms will follow suit with shiny glamorous decor all but the office.My office will be white , like a room sized Mac. Oh and yeah in the future I'll have a Mac.A Mac on which I will have written 3 Bafta winning shows-a comedy,a drama and a factual.
I've been thinking long and hard about my future companion.Not a sex companion or a romantic one but a furry one. I'd love a Norwegian Forrest Cat but they're not suited to "apartment living". Perhaps a British Shorthair.Although I'm not too keen on having heart ache in my fantasy future and caring for and living with a pet who will inevitably die is a heart ache. The constant worry , the constant guilt about them being home alone ,even if it is just for the hour it takes you to do the shopping,most of which is for them.Then what happens when you want to go on holidays (which incidentally in the future will be to Iceland ).Who will care for them ? What happens if they get ill while you are away?Couldn't you find a holiday suitable for them too-selfish bitch? That last one is exclusive to cat owners-it's a look they reserve for when you've just returned from holidays or when you've taken a fraction of a second too long to let them in from the rain.With living on the sixteenth floor of the apartment block where will he play?What if he jumps out the window? I doubt he'd survive that much of a drop. I fear the pet fantasy is out the window.
I've mentioned my future job above albeit briefly.Fantasy me will be a brilliantly witty writer for the BBC. I know the Beeb as it is known to the locals has its critics but personally I think it is bloody fantastic.Today I spent 30 minutes on a hot bus to get to an internet cafe that has somehow managed to gain access to i-player. Aaaaaa i-player . I would love to have access to it at home but alas the BBC have yet to see the potential in selling access to those of us not in the UK. I'd happily pay a good percentage of the license fee to be able to watch it.I've said as much to the Beeb in many emails. I haven't heard from them yet. Back to my job , I'd work from home churning out "genius" scripts from my Mac room.It will have to be a Mac ,all writers have a Mac. Of course working from home will call for discipline and that's where my future lifestyle comes into play.
A day in the life of future me
6.30 wake up
6.30 check e mails , read papers have coffee
7.30 yoga/pilates/swim/run or combination of all four
8.45 shower-one of those flat head mega power showers in a wet room
9.15 get dressed - fabulously
9.45-work
11.30 - coffee break
11.45-more work - creating masterpiece after masterpiece ( even tough I'm almost positive a person can only have 1 masterpiece hence "masterpiece" )
14.00- lunch with friends
15.30- more work - maybe a few meetings at this point so I might be in a posh fancy office somewhere
16.30 finished,free to do whatever I want for the rest of the day.
17.00 - Bedtime - dinner,cinema,theatre,pub,dvd,twitter,evening walk , another shower,telly,bed,bed and telly ,sleep
Yep .Fantastic .
I of course will be fit toned and healthy.My bowels will be regular and shiny like Martine McCutcheon's , my hair as bouncy as Cheryl Tweedy Cole Nation's Sweetheart Tweedy's and my ass as hot as a Reebok model's.I won't have a car as I will be far too environmentally aware and far too spatially unaware.By then I will have read every last book on my shelves, solved a riddle from Only Connect after only one clue and most importantly have squirreled away at least one "wine fact" for use at future dinner parties.For future me will be a dinner party kind of gal.In short future me will be smug as fuck.I like future me.Future me is a better me.Future me is a successful me.Future me is me me me me me me me me me.
I've never been one for flicking through childhood photographs recalling the brilliant adventures I had in the field down the road or in the fairy fort over the hill.There are many reasons for this.The first is practical-I hated and I mean HATED having my photograph taken as a child and so I don't have many.The second is also practical in that I never had any great adventures in the field and was frightened of the fairy fort. So there you go.My trips down memory lane are almost always in the context of sweets.I remember all of the sweets from my childhood and associate all of my childhood events with some sort of confectionery , refreshers mainly.I've just been reintroduced to refreshers and unlike Monster Munch and Loop de Loops they shave stood the test of time .Just as peculiarly chalky and simultaneously tangy as I remember.
Lately however I've begun collecting future nostalgia in the form of downloaded images from the internet.I spend hours trawling through the Foxtons website in search of the perfect North London flat. I'm currently unemployed and living in Ireland . Arresting this flight of fancy with a dose of reality I've even given myself a budget of £280,000. I have decided that ex-local authority is the way to go.From what I can see in the photos these flats seem to be bigger with more storage and high rise.I love the idea of being on the sixteenth floor(as long as there is a lift) with a little balcony for my mini clothes line.I'm looking for a two bed or if I can get it with my fictional thousands a three bed ( bed 3 being used as my office for yes people in the future I feel I will have need of an office). I have never been there but I've come to the conclusion that Maide Vale is the place for me.I've google street viewed it and I think I'd fit in.
Once I've purchased my sixteenth floor fantasy pad I'll need to furnish it.I've begun a mood board
As discussed previously via Twitter I have a fetish for green couches so something like this for the open plan living space ( : ) get me doing a Kirstie on it)
A Barcelona chair for reading The Guardian
Day time tv has taught me that nothing sets an open plan living space off more than an antique mirror.Who am (fantasy future) I to argue so ;
Gaudy gilt and massive .The other rooms will follow suit with shiny glamorous decor all but the office.My office will be white , like a room sized Mac. Oh and yeah in the future I'll have a Mac.A Mac on which I will have written 3 Bafta winning shows-a comedy,a drama and a factual.
I've been thinking long and hard about my future companion.Not a sex companion or a romantic one but a furry one. I'd love a Norwegian Forrest Cat but they're not suited to "apartment living". Perhaps a British Shorthair.Although I'm not too keen on having heart ache in my fantasy future and caring for and living with a pet who will inevitably die is a heart ache. The constant worry , the constant guilt about them being home alone ,even if it is just for the hour it takes you to do the shopping,most of which is for them.Then what happens when you want to go on holidays (which incidentally in the future will be to Iceland ).Who will care for them ? What happens if they get ill while you are away?Couldn't you find a holiday suitable for them too-selfish bitch? That last one is exclusive to cat owners-it's a look they reserve for when you've just returned from holidays or when you've taken a fraction of a second too long to let them in from the rain.With living on the sixteenth floor of the apartment block where will he play?What if he jumps out the window? I doubt he'd survive that much of a drop. I fear the pet fantasy is out the window.
I've mentioned my future job above albeit briefly.Fantasy me will be a brilliantly witty writer for the BBC. I know the Beeb as it is known to the locals has its critics but personally I think it is bloody fantastic.Today I spent 30 minutes on a hot bus to get to an internet cafe that has somehow managed to gain access to i-player. Aaaaaa i-player . I would love to have access to it at home but alas the BBC have yet to see the potential in selling access to those of us not in the UK. I'd happily pay a good percentage of the license fee to be able to watch it.I've said as much to the Beeb in many emails. I haven't heard from them yet. Back to my job , I'd work from home churning out "genius" scripts from my Mac room.It will have to be a Mac ,all writers have a Mac. Of course working from home will call for discipline and that's where my future lifestyle comes into play.
A day in the life of future me
6.30 wake up
6.30 check e mails , read papers have coffee
7.30 yoga/pilates/swim/run or combination of all four
8.45 shower-one of those flat head mega power showers in a wet room
9.15 get dressed - fabulously
9.45-work
11.30 - coffee break
11.45-more work - creating masterpiece after masterpiece ( even tough I'm almost positive a person can only have 1 masterpiece hence "masterpiece" )
14.00- lunch with friends
15.30- more work - maybe a few meetings at this point so I might be in a posh fancy office somewhere
16.30 finished,free to do whatever I want for the rest of the day.
17.00 - Bedtime - dinner,cinema,theatre,pub,dvd,twitter,evening walk , another shower,telly,bed,bed and telly ,sleep
Yep .Fantastic .
I of course will be fit toned and healthy.My bowels will be regular and shiny like Martine McCutcheon's , my hair as bouncy as Cheryl Tweedy Cole Nation's Sweetheart Tweedy's and my ass as hot as a Reebok model's.I won't have a car as I will be far too environmentally aware and far too spatially unaware.By then I will have read every last book on my shelves, solved a riddle from Only Connect after only one clue and most importantly have squirreled away at least one "wine fact" for use at future dinner parties.For future me will be a dinner party kind of gal.In short future me will be smug as fuck.I like future me.Future me is a better me.Future me is a successful me.Future me is me me me me me me me me me.
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