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- Of course there's a Silicon Heaven. Where would all the calculators go?
- Me, Myself, and I
- Don't ask me why Mark does that, it's a bit weird...
In Brighton, anyone's welcome to come visit provided they bring Taytos and news from the homeland.
- The Other Half Of Me
- Anything really, except Daniel ODonnell, and even he has his moments. At the moment am lovin arctic monkeys (baa!) and Bellx1. Dont really feel like worshipping at the altar of Apple like my brother so just rely on radio and youtube for my listening needs
- changes from time time, helped by the fact ive worked in both a cinema and xtravision. Ranging from fightclub to Airplane! to Top Gun to Pulp Fiction to Zoolander to Shawshank Redemption to 12 Angry Men to Oldboy to Kiss Kiss Bang Bang to little miss sunshine to There Will Be Blood
- Rugby Rugby Rugby! Its Heineken Cup time again. Im really lookin forward to Munster getting hammered away to leicester, being written off by everyone for being too old/young/boring/expansive/cy
nical/naive/complacent/driven and still turning around and winning the thing!
- Scared Of
- Spiders, Chuggers, Dan Brown, that old woman in the Browsing Room who likes to take all the newspapers unfold them and hide them on me, radio ads, Lincs (It makes no sense!), the end of Skeleton Key, Belgian Bank machines (Fortis Bank I LOVE YOU!!), Being fing FE1s and not knowing what to do except more of them
- Happiest When
- Munster are European Champions, so I'm approachable again!!
- Most likely to say...
- No, Youre wrong and Im right , TACOMAFRIES! , Are you gonna finish that?, I try, What the hell are you doing with that mobile? Its Crap!
- Least likely to say...
- Hey look I finished my essay 2 weeks early, Cmon Leinster!!, What? Me in Cardiff? No lets talk about you
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- Ryanair delay
- Train/Tube Strike
- Losing my ticket en route
- The mature students getting my exam on the 19th moved AGAIN, this time to the 20th?
- Falling asleep on the train and waking up in Fishguard?
Caoimh's blonde moments...
1. Sees a sign on the beachfront - looks confused and asks me what a 'pet-an-cue' court is. I look up, read the sign for a pétanque court and burst my hole laughing, she still looks confused
2. After explaining 1 to her, she then over-compensates... by asking why there are signs on the beach asking to keep off the 'groy-nays', as opposed to the groynes.
3. Looking in a shop window of an old panorama shot of the seafront in Brighton, I point out where our flat is. She can't see it, but the more I try to explain it the more confused she gets, until I work out she's been staring at the panorama of Cape Town above it for 5 minutes.
This should have been quickly apparent to her because (a) she's been to Cape Town and (b) There's no big fuck-off mountain behind Brighton's seafront!!!
Other observations on Brighton..
1. Not only are the buses mannerly, they're also silent. They keep trying to sneak up on you to knock you down. They're also named after people I've never heard of, which is probably just the last person they've succeeded in knocking down, like some sort of sick, depraved' notches on the bedpost' game they play.
2. Some English lads have absolutely no problem having dirty Skype conversations in internet cafes
3. I want to live in ASDA
4. For more information on the crazy buses, go to www.buses.co.uk, if you go into 'current fleet' and go into the 'I'm on the bus' link you'll get to see their frankly scary ad campaign of putting ordinary (alive) locals' 10 foot high pictures on the sides of their double-deckers.
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1. Everyone's so mannerly. Today a bus apologised to me for being out of service.
2. Staff in mobile phone shops don't know what they're talking about in England as much as Ireland. This is a universal issue
3. Apparently you need to know what you had after a night out 7 years ago to get a house, you need a house to get a bank account, you need both of the above to get a job. This basically means if I don't remember whether it was Taco Fries or a kebab I'll be home in a month.
4. No-one swears, what's that about??
Other than that everything's great!!
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How do you explain a love affair?
It belongs to the heart, not the head. Something to be embraced, or spurned - there can be no middle ground.
There are those who stare blank-faced when I talk of rugby but others instantly understand my breathless enthusiasm and stomach-churning anxiety. We are the lucky ones.
Munster rugby, Limerick rugby. Through gritted teeth, as we approach Saturday's historic occasion at the Millennium Stadium - Munster v Leicester in the Heineken Cup final - I must also acknowledge Cork's wonderful contribution to Munster rugby over the years, but the essence of the game I know and love is to be found in Limerick.
The heroes of Limerick rugby are my heroes. Gladiators, square-jawed warriors who represent us on the battlefield. They are also heroes off the field - men who can drink, sing and talk of great deeds. I am intensely proud of individuals such as Peter Clohessy, Mick Galwey, Anthony Foley and all the boys. Keith Wood, whose father I used to play alongside, is another hero. He lives the rugby life we all dream of.
It was a bitter-sweet day two years ago at Twickenham when we lost to Northampton, but the sweet lingers longest. There must have been 30,000 Munster fans in red - an unforgettable and moving sight - and they conducted themselves beautifully. Supporting his rugby team is almost the only way a Munsterman can display his allegiance; we have no other comparable sporting or cultural outlet.
Rugby has always been there for me, even if I have occasionally gone AWOL. I have enjoyed its many pleasures, as a player and spectator. Perhaps it is the sociability or possibly it's just the sheer physical pleasure that appeals. Very little on this earth can beat soaking your body back to life in a warm bath after an afternoon of cold rain, mud and pain with the prospect of pints and high jinks ahead. A warm glow envelopes you.
Or maybe rugby simply brings out the best in people. It's a chicken and egg situation. Does rugby simply attract the sort of person whose friendship and qualities I enjoy or does the game itself - the actual physical confrontations and challenges it presents - help mould and create those people? Answers on a postcard, please. There is an instant recognition and understanding between rugby people. Would that it be so easy in the 'showbiz' world where, you may have noticed, I am not universally popular.
I remember phoning Sir John Gielgud on his 90th birthday. I didn't know him really but admired the man tremendously from afar.
"Happy birthday, Sir John," I bellowed down the line. "This is Richard Harris phoning from the Bahamas, just to wish you Happy Birthday and thank you for everything you have done for British theatre. We are hugely in your debt."
"Harris, you say," replied Sir John. "I don't know a Harris. Of course there is that very loud, vulgar chap from Ireland. Did the Camelot thing. Very bad reputation with drink and women I believe. Very bad indeed. Rugby chap. Anyway, thank you so very much for phoning from Bermuda. So sweet." "Bahamas, Sir John, Bahamas." "Yes, yes, yes, yes. The sun shines there as well, I believe."
I was a second-row at school but seriously miscast. I should have been a flanker. I loved roving, snaffling tries, putting in big hits - though we called them tackles in those days. I attended Crescent College, played in two Munster Schools finals and represented Munster Schools and Munster
Under-20 - I still wear that very red shirt and intend to be buried in it, I have left instructions - before TB struck and I discovered books, women and a hitherto unsuspected, or submerged, desire to act and show off.
God, they were great days. To play rugby and glory in your fitness. To feel invincible. If you could just bottle the moment. Rugby was life in Limerick. It was a love of sport and also a parish thing. The junior teams were based around parishes and local pride was always at stake. We were
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