So the fuss is over and things begin to return to normality.
I’m not quite sure why I’m blogging today because no one is going to be on the Interweb anyway. Today is the day that Irishmen traditionally go and stand on concrete terraces and watch something sporty, like horse racing or rugby. I don’t know why they do this because it is bloody cold out and there is a cutting wind. It must be a religious thing that nobody has told me about.
I see out Sandy has cracked my password again. *sigh* It always baffles me that she can’t type properly yet always manages to type in my password. Anyway – sorry about that.
I also see I have been tagged yet again by Brianf. May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits, Brianf. It’s a strange tag so I will have to give it some thought. If I’m really stuck, I might even do it.
It was a very nice Christmas. There was very little blood spilled. Herself and I are still together. The house is still standing.
The only strange thing to happen was that one of TAT’s biker friends turned up for the day. I don’t know where he came from, but in the middle of the day, I realised there was someone extra in the room. He was hard to miss actually, because his mobile phone never stopped ringing.
Normally when TAT’a phone or his friends phones start ringing, it’s a probation officer checking up on them, or a solicitor wanting to know why the f*ck they aren’t in court. But the friend’s phone never shut up. Apparently a friend of his had put an advertisement in the Buy and Sell magazine saying he had a plasma wide screen television he wanted to give away for nothing.
Now, why anyone would want to give away a plasma wide screen television, I don’t know, and it was obviously a hoax. But there were dozens of people out there who fell for it.
He got his revenge though.
He put an ad in the same paper – "Gay man wanted, to share flat with two others. Must be broad minded, and ready for fun. €100 per month" and gave his friend’s mobile number.