I like to blog it, blog it ..... or I tend to completely forget about it(www.blogger.com) when flicking through the other usual suspects of hotmail, internet banking, facebook etc. However, it is gradually securing a place on the regular compilation of sites to surf and a reminder to view is currently being etched somewhere on a luminous pink post it, in that vacuum called my my my my bbbbbbrain....

So, what's in mint condition or what isn't hot off the press?, and could be revamped as news or a ground breaking revelation before the arrival of May Day?
Answer: Nothing.

Eventhough, upon further contemplation I was very sad to be informed of Gerry Ryan's deceased state. I have previously engaged in numerous debates between listeners and non listeners but I have to say I was quite simply a fan. He was funny and he is an absolute loss to the nation.

Anyway, better hit the hay pronto due to certain post graduate commitments in the morn...
Hasta ahora

Genuine article, real mozzarella Ferrari in Atrani, Bella Italia. Perusing a few shots of previous expeditions abroad and I was reminded of this gem. Traditionally scarlet, but the electric blue wins hands down. Who thinks one might squeeze the two wheeler into the boot for weekend recreational purposes if the motor cut out?

Balcony garden in four pots but focussing particularly on one. Lovely hyacinths after breaking through the soil despite a a challenging Winter Spring and then scorched prematurely!

''The girl who chewed chewing gum(a banned substance?)'' which was shot in the Crawford in blistering heat yesterday, where camera woman number one nearly shot herself with non other than an AK 47, will be premiered imminently.
This is an official warning to brace yourself, prepare yourself and generally contain yourself, in advance. Quentin, eat your heart out!
Unfortunately, the stellar cast of ''The girl who chewed chewing gum(a banned substance?)'' won t be hitting the big screen of www.blogger.com til it is officially launched next week.

to compose a blog or not to compose a blog, that is definitely not a good compostion nor does it constitute a question for that matter either. School life has resumed, but it is indeed a struggle to resume. School tour great, Sport's Day great, Drumcondras not so great(unless completed and corrected al fresco), or wait I've got infants this year.... Drumcondras, great, don' t have to do them great, great, great.
The pattern is.......... amuigh, fuera ou en plein air s'il vous plait? The 'Great Outdoors' beckon and demand our instant attention. Get out there, now! Educational captivity is tolerable until the solar energy replaces the Solus $0.99light bulb, and it 's photosynthetic properties hail more than the flora and the fauna..........

Ready, get, set, going to the sunny southeast of Wexford town in the next fifty nine minutes approximately. Road trip number three, as the holidays evaporate before our very eyes, excuse me a moment.... I think I ve just produced a tear, drip drop, boo hoo!

Anyway, I m really excited as I embark upon my expedition and have been preening and pruning myself now for the last.... five minutes or so in preparation of hen number
1, 063.

The theme this time is black, as I contemplate the restrictions of a Killeens bin liner...?, instant quandry because I never ever actually wear black, bar a black puffa jacket that has seen me through two Winters now including the Big Freeze, and might even witness a third? eek.
However, friend to the rescue again, the unfortunate who specialises in regularly bailing me out(always seems to be one sided) has offered me the choice of not one, but eight black garments, two with original tags still intact. Can you believe it???

and yes, indulging in the addictive, contagious, endless, futile pursuit that is............investigating topics of immense interest online, into the sweet hours of the early hours, of what is again the dawning of a brand new day.
The incentive to sleep is nil. The benefit of sleeping has been well documented and the affliction known as sleeping in, has detrimental consequences.
In which case, should one swallow one's alarm clock, invest in permanent black out blinds and install ear plugs to defer the inevitable, or alternatively go to bed at a reasonable hour, close the curtains, notify an available bird in advance and detangle onself instantly from the swissroll that is a duvet, upon the first cockadoodle doo?