So after weeks and weeks of whingeing and whineing and generally annoying everyone, I have myself a new tattoo! XD

(Put a photo in my album, but bear in mind it's only 2 hours old, so it's still all sore and slightly bleeding and whatnot... You can have another when she's ready! She's just a baby yet!! lol)

So the best part is, I have now had my most painful tattoos! All have agreed that my tummy-stars were a mental place to start, as they hurt like octuplet childbirth, but no-one told me that in advance, so it just goes to prove how awesome and ballsy I am! (Or something...)

This time however, much though it felt very much like what I'd imagine slitting your wrists would feel like (so rest assured, I will NEVER be doing that!! lol!), it was muchos betteros. (As I would say were I a Spanish exchange student standing idly at the foot of a 'Down' escalator, as they seem to love doing so very very much.)

I had a great chat with my tattoo lady Erin about this new Blasphemy Law (€25,000 or 10 years in prison for saying "Oh Jesus"?!! Are you KIDDING me?!!!), and about how one goes about becoming a tattoo artist person (sounds about as easy as becoming an astronaut, and we all know which I'd pick first to be fair!), and also a nice little chat with Justin about Thai food, just to pass the time.

My main tip, being all wise and whatnot, would be to never EVER actually LOOK at them tattooing you! (Which is obviously why the walls were painted to look like space and there were pictures all over the ceiling! lol). But other than that, it really was a nice enough little experience. For being hacked at with a colourful needle like.

I'm not sure why I'm bothering to tell you all this, but Justyface is off changing into his football gear, and I've already smoked about 100 cigarettes today what with all my nervy-spazzing, so it seemed like the thing to do! :p

But anyway, in short (as if!), if you've no tattoos so far, and you want one, DON'T start with your sides (ESPECIALLY if you're as ticklish as me, which is very!), DO get Erin from Snakebite to do it, because she is just a little tattooed lamb, and DON'T watch them hacking away at you!!! lol.

That's about it from me ladies and gents, thanks for stopping by! You stay classy!!

to my main man Mike Collins!

*insert wild applause here*

Ah yes, Mike Collins... The ever-elusive and enigmatic third astronaut on the Apollo 11 mission!
(And my personal favourite!!)

Oh yeah, sure, everyone probably spent the day today toasting to Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin jet-setting off for the moon this time 40 years ago, and that's fine. Fair play to them and all that. But what about poor Mike Collins?!

Had you ever heard of him before?
I bet you hadn't.

Because poor little Mike didn't actually get to walk on the moon.
Poor little Mike had to sit up there in the Command Module orbiting the moon all on his own while the other two ran around on the moon making history and having a fabulous time!

And I wouldn't mind, but I hadn't heard of Mike either until I watched this "In The Shadow Of The Moon" thing where they interviewed all the surviving Apollo astronauts, and there they all were going on about how fabulous it was to be on the moon (too bloody right!) and all this, and then they cut to little Mike. With his really little head.
(He has a really little head.)

And they were all "You were on the first moon landing mission" and he was all "yes indeedy", and they were all "But Neil and Buzz got to actually go on the moon....", and little Mike paused and started looking all sad and was like "......yeah. But y'know.... It was an honor to go on that mission, and to help make it possible, and to be a part of it....", and then he stared off into space all forlorn and lovely with his tiny little head, and said "I mean, obviously I would've.... *sigh*.... I would've loved to have walked on the moon.... But y'know.... I was a part of something amazing......"

Oh he was so sad! He wanted to walk on the moon but he didn't!!
And I bet it's because his name is Mike Collins, and not Neil Armstrong, or Buzz Aldrin.

But y'know, if he'd fecked up and not been such a mega-ledge, Neil and Buzz would've been stranded on the moon, and it wouldn't have been such a happy affair at all!

So, here's to Mike Collins, the unsung hero of the moon landing!!

knackers
traditional irish music
big curly hairs in EVERYTHING
my little ant colony in the sitting room
too loud too early sex in the next room
constant "Could you just turn that down a bit?"ing
the accordion
washing up for 2
cleaning for 2
being fun for 2
my cups forever being used as ashtrays
the lid never being on the toothpaste
my hose shower
the 1,000,000 little spiders who co-reside with me
trying not to laugh at his undeniably gay shirts
countless thoughtless references to my hilarious secret weapon
crap music, by like 2 different people
owing 63.479c per liberated tin of beans
this couch, and the view from it
insufferable rudeness
insufferable boredom
insufferable monotony
having to see you walk around half naked all scrawny and gay
having to hide every scrap of weed, lest it be 'liberated' by it's #1 fan
games of Mario Kart 64 where I really mean it
my housekeeping duties
not going outside after dark for fear of ones very life
local chemical explosions
local murders
local knackery excitement in general
that guy in the local shop who always stares at you
my beloved little Jugo (the only thing I'll miss!)
that miniature bedroom
that awkwardness when he comes home and ends the fun with his presence
traditional irish music again, because I cannot say goodbye to trad enough!

GOODBYE DOLPHIN'S BARN!!!!!! XD