Corked

Look I have a job now...I have no time for this silly blog writing.
Don't look at me like that!
I'm sorry alright?
SORRY!

Won't leave it so long between blogs again I promise.
Who am I promising anyway?
It's not like I have readers anymore....sniff, sniff.
Disloyal, fickle gadabouts!

Ok enough of a rant...do I have any news?

Well the job's going well--still learning lots and the pay isn't as bad as I'd expected. That's as much as you can ask for really.

Outside of work I've been socialising quite a bit (the main reason for the paucity of blogs) and the debauchery climaxed at the annual Inniscarra Cork Jazz Festival Bank Holiday weekend.

After last year I swore never again. Never again would I grace the O'Brien Den of Inequity where the souls of the departed walk freely among the living (and that's before the Halloween costume party begins), never again the excesses which make Nero's Rome look like a kid's birthday party, never again the week of illness afterwards when your body sues your brain for damages--I couldn't this year--no mid-term in which to recover!

And yet I found myself there among the spider webs and pumpkins, in a silly outfit, consuming any liquid offered me (two words: Buck fast), visiting the Inniscarra Bar, sampling the 'special' flapjacks, jiving to the bands and DJs, checking out many of the pubs in Cork that begin with 'C', bopping to Rob Strong's band at Scott's...........and finally leaving, a shell of my former self on Bank Holiday Monday.

Suffice to say I didn't make into work will 2pm on Tuesday and had the least productive week's work since my last week at the Grammar School....

Cork-- I shake my fist at thee. I lost the battle but, mark my words, I will the war.......