The missus has run off with another man and left me to go to a foreign country. Woe is me.
Okay, the other man is her dad and the country is Latvia for four days, but none-the-less, I am alone with nothing more than a PS3 and a TV for company – hence why I’m gabbering on here.
Still. On the upside that should be a completely free pass for the pub this weekend.
It’s not all bad, is it?
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Took a few pictures from the second Dublin show from the U2 360° at Croke Park last Saturday.
All of the pictures can be found here as well as some shots (which I am very proud of!) from the 2005 Cardiff show on the Vertigo tour, which are here.
Having spent the day at a wedding, followed by an evening getting drunk whilst watching the Eurovision Song Contest, what better way is there to look ahead other than getting excited in the way that only a nerd can by the new Terminator Salvation movie.
I’ve always loved the Terminator films (even T3 is okay, if taken in small doses) but this looks immense. Spoilers ahoy, and all that…
Right, well after an evening of messing around I have finally migrated over and now have a new blog. Even if I didn’t realise until the very last step that the method of transferring over content from the old one didn’t work for the version I was using.
Ah well, never mind.
Hopefully having a flashy new blog will encourage me to actually use it again! We shall find out before too long.
The missus choose a good weekend to go away for a couple of hen dos – a huge emotional trauma struck me on Saturday.
The R word.
Not recession. Not redundancy. The worst possible R word. Relegation.
There are only two things you can do to overcome the heartbreak associated with your team being demoted – mope and drink.
These are two things that are very hard to do when your better half is around. They just don’t understand, you see. “It’s only a game” or “There’s always next year” and “Well why don’t you do something else that won’t make you depressed?” are not the things any man wants to hear when the overpaid bunch of dinlos whose wages you pay cock-up monumentally and lose to teams from glamorous locales such as Doncaster.
I’ve heard it said numerous times that a bad result can ruin her weekend (and the weekend’s of my mates’ girlfriends) when the Saints fail to hit the arse of a cow with a banjo. The mood such miserable failures put us menfolk in is, well, not the greatest. But as all football fans will tell you, the lows only make you enjoy the highs even more. So surely, in a few years I can guarantee endless weekends of ecstasy pleasure not known by anyone since Venus herself.
I just hope the missus is patient…
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B42pFOnfcgU[/youtube] Sadly, today my beloved Tiss was put down. He was taken very ill last weekend and despite seemingly to have recovered and be perfectly happy and healthy, a tumour was found in his liver and while on the operating table today, he was put to sleep.
He was just over 10-years-old and we’d had him since he was just seven weeks old, so as you can imagine it’s quite a hard loss to take. I took this video of him when I was playing with him last night, well aware that it might be the last chance I had to do so. I don’t expect it to be of much interest to anyone else, but it means the world to me.