Crossing The Line

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Go Hard or Go Home It was that time of year again where like every one else, i dreamed of a week long getaway from the hustle and bustle of city life.  Through weeks of meticulous planning and whittling down the various destinations myself and Sinead settled on 7 days in Corfu.  Or in reality we booked last minute and seemed like it would do the job just fine. Oh sun, sea and a pool for 7 whole days  simply smashing. Right about here i should clarify that it was in fact 7 days in Kavos Corfu. Oh i can see the understanding already dawning on the faces of many of my english readers, thats right, it was Kavos, go hard or go home. I blame being Irish for my total lack of knowledge of this being a ‘Hav it’ holiday.  I was finally informed by work colleagues after booking as to what i could of expected. Feck it i thought, it would do. Late night flights Flights were at ridiculous o clock.  Flying with Monarch Airlines, lets just say there just as shit a...

Heat Wave Behaviour Given the current trend in extreme heat we are experiencing, i couldn’t help but make my blog yet again topical and reflect on this ‘summer summer summer time.....’ ( your supposed to sing those words) weather while we are still basking in its glorious rays. From my last entry i had no iota that the heat would actually last this long, how lucky are we its like we relocated to spain or something eh? Almost a entire month of nothing but sun sun sun. Now what will everyone complain about? Oh i know. ‘its so hot at night, i cant sleep a wink not a wink’. ‘I’m the same, i sleep out side the covers now, OUTSIDE THE COVERS can you believe such a thing’. ‘Thats nothing Mary, i sleep bollox naked inside my fridge freezer, you have too sure, how else will you get any sleep at all?’. For once in my life i am sleeping perfectly sound. What ever it is about the hot air and high temperatures i go comatose and get the good eight hours of sleep needed each night.  Keep it...

Summertime The weather today could only be described as dull with a some what sporadic sprinkle of break through the clouds sunshine. The same as it as has been for days now or weeks. In other words - it's summer time in Great Britain and Ireland. Before me,  from this coffee shop window I see many Londoners and tourists and some drug addicts too donned in shorts and tank tops even flip flops.  I myself am no - pretty dam covered up, t as I do not like exposing my body when it's not sunny & hot as I am not total spas. Shorts, ok i  can get on board with, but not the dreaded flip flop. Really? Are we walking down the beach in sunny Marbella or walking down a side street in dull cast London? I don't fancy seeing your rank athletic foot infested feet thanks bitch. ( On the topic of feet has any one ever seen a person cut there toe nails on the tube? Seriously you filthy hobo no one wants that shit as they  devour   there crime novel as the tube shuffles alon...

Burnt coffee Here I am on another earth shattering commute to the homeland. Being a proud expat of the Irish persuasion living abroad (I know london isn’t exactly Hong Kong far, but hey it has a difference currency and everything), I tend to find myself surrounded by package holiday goers almost by monthly in the various airports that surround london. (I usually tend to pick who will get me there cheapest - who cares if its harder to get there? I’ve saved 5 pounds! or 6.20 in euros!).   As I am a man that is annoyed easily ( I am a man, before you think differently) taking commuter planes, traveling with others, sitting in packed airports and putting up with queue skippers ( there fucking everywhere in a airport - *shakes fist profusely at the nearest queue skipper*) has me ill tempered and annoyed before the plane even takes off.  There are many situations we have to put up with while trying to enjoy our burnt coffee ( why is it all airport cafe’s burn...