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Wednesday, September 16th, 2009Jacinta took the eggs from her furled apron and hurled them at the hen-house wall. “Soufflé,” she muttered, “I’ll give him soufflé.”
Jacinta took the eggs from her furled apron and hurled them at the hen-house wall. “Soufflé,” she muttered, “I’ll give him soufflé.”
I can’t bear Taylor Swift. She and her kind make me very ill; not because of the saccharine songs and insubstantial lyrics, but because of the way they’re marketed and shoved down kids’ throats. That that princessy stuff is still being peddled to teens, like poisoned apples to forest-dwelling cleaners, is incomprehensible. But Kanye West [...]
Hello. I have a few things I do most days when I switch on my computer. I’m sure you do them too. I check my emails and reply to them. I update iTunes to make sure I’ve got the podcasts I want. I go to running websites like MapMyRun to see if I’m on track [...]
It was very, very nice to wake up today without a migraine. Man, they’re ow. I hadn’t had one in about 9 years, then had a massive attack early last week, swiftly followed by tributaries or hangovers or bastards (as they should be known) for the next 10 days.
Many of you know I’m from Cork. They have a “funny accent” there – like the Irish in general are deemed to have once out of the country; people feel not only at liberty to impersonate it, but duty-bound to do so. I say “they” because I grew up without a full-blown Cork accent. My [...]