We went to Dublin. Broken down here. My pics here. Ian's infinitely better pics here.
That's not to say it wasn't awesome, it's just that I've been spreading the Dublin love at work all day and frankly, I've said my quota of the word 'lovely' for the next two weeks.
We're listening to Live, which makes me want to say emo things like 'I long for better days', but really I'd be all pretentious by saying that, pretentious in the true sense of the word, because I'd be pretending that I ever owned a Live album, which isn't true.
My music tastes when younger are pretty embarrassing. My sister was so much cooler than me, and while I listened to and loved her Offspring, her Nirvana, her Blur, her Faithless, none of them were actually ever purchased by me. Nope, I came into pocket-money that permitted CD purchases only when I was into such classics as Limp Bizkit and Now 25! and other such embarrassing crap.
I've been reading raymi, can you tell? I have this horrendous tendancy to copy writing style directly after reading someone else's stuff. I have this idea to do '-stylee' blog posts, ie, 'this is my blog post in the style of...' and then write like that person after going through their archives for a good long while. But then, I might inadvertently piss off a particular blogger by this mickey-taking. Idea is officially dead in the water.
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