Its been a while since I posted anything and I’m truly sorry. However, I’m writing some posts now about my travels over the summer, some new music I’ve found, Hipsters and many many tech posts.
I can sense your excitement and I reward you with this 8-bit version of Muse’s classic – Hysteria. Enjoy!
This made me laugh and soon after wonder what coke and pepsi combined would be like.
These are the tough life questions you gotta ask yourself I guess 
I studied French for 6 years and unfortunately never got to visit France during these years. As with anything you learn, if you don’t put it into practice you will forget it very quickly. Such is the dilemma I found myself in as soon as I arrived in Morocco.
It is an Arabic speaking country but 90% of the people here also speak French. I never got to go on a student exchange to France because the year my class were supposed to go Foot and Mouth struck Ireland and that cancelled all travel plans. The result of this means I struggle every morning asking the Taxi driver to take me to work. Its worse if he understands my initial request because I then have to heed his chit chat and explain to him that I don’t speak french….just a few select lines that my iPhone gave me.
So I’ve downloaded iPhone apps and consulted a French friend for some tips, I can at least order a coffee! Expect a separate blog on the quality of coffee and tea in Morocco soon. For those few minutes when I order a coffee, I actually blend into Moroccan society and don’t stand out as a ‘possible American’. This seems to be the impression a lot of Moroccan Taxi drivers get when the see me. They seem to relax a bit when I say ‘Je suis de Irlandais’.
I’m rambling a bit here so I shall sum up by saying why the fuck were we not sent to France when we studied it for 6 years? After 6 years I was able to write French essays! It should be mandatory in every school that at least once a year, for every language you learn you must visit the country or something similar. Even a few weeks a year where you were forced to speak a different language like the Gealteachts.
I’ll continue learning french will I’m here, it would be nice to have another language, it could open up more job opportunities in the future and then I could have a lovely chat with the Moroccan Taxi drivers.
During a conversation with gaff (flatmate) he said he never read this blog because he does not know the address. Subsequently, here is a picture of Gaff on Saturday night, sober as a judge.
The KS keeps photo bombing all the pictures when we get drunk Click on the Kevin Smith to see the full picture.
I’m not known for my cooking skills, for years my biggest achievement in the kitchen has been scrambled eggs on toast.
I’ve been living in Newbury for the last few weeks and I’ve been stepping up in the kitchen. I’m no Swedish Chef but damn I make a good steak! It was my first attempt and I’m well chuffed, really nice and best of all I didn’t get food poisoning.
I also tried Spagetti and meatballs, the first attempt was not a good one, i burnt the mince and the meatballs crumbled. However look at me second attempt! BOOYEAH!!!! I’m gonna try a few more dishes, I need to cook a few friends a meal too so until then the flat mate will have to be the guinnea pig.
I got a cool kitchen utensil today too, its a garlic crusher!!! How awesome is that!!! Much better than hammering garlic cloves with a wooden spoon!!! Not that I did that *embarrassed*
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I must show Gaffs cooking skills, this was sold to me as “the best dinner you’ve had since you were 12″ and do you know what?
It wasn’t half bad and best of all neither of us got food poisoning.
My little holiday is over and I’m sitting on an aer lingus plane back to the uk as I am writing this.
I always try sit near the back of the plane because if it crashes, statistically you are more likely to survive. years of watching air crash investigation has proven this over and over.
However today I am sitting one row behind the emergency exit at the wing; 25F to be exact. it’s alright I feel some pressure being so close to the wing exit but at least it’s not my responsiblity to open it in the case of an emergency. I’m pretty sure I’d be like father ted good under pressure but up until the pressure arises I would be a nervous wreck. (post fr ted clip)
I get quite sad when I’m on a plane and penny lane is not doing the safety demonstration…or at least mocking it. God damn I love almost famous.
that film makes me sad all the time, I could see a band t-shirt think about rock n roll then remember I’m not William miller or anyone in stillwater.
Anyway I’m being asked to turn off my phone so I will fancy up this post later on when Im not restricted to the iPhones capabilities.
I’ll post pictures of the plane and fr ted video to illustrate
my mindset on planes and emergency exits/buttons ooooooooooooooooo
I cannot stand blogs giving awards to other blogs, I vomit a little every time it happens.
However…
The Irish Blog awards is a worthy event and I happen to know some people that got into the Finals of each category. Check them out.
For the full list see here
EDIT: I’m annoyed there is not one blog that is saying “Fuck it we deserve it”, everyone is saying “oh I’m so proud…….I never thought I would be shortlisted for anything……” Everyone of the nominees should have the following on their website!
First blog in a long time… so a quick catch up is in order!
I’m finished working in Dusseldorf and Im back in Dublin, its nice to be in Ireland for a while. Also finished my reports and exams, by far the toughest semester I’ve ever had in college; it is behind me now and I’m looking forward to next semester.
Christmas was awesome, there was alot of snow and I almost got stuck in Dusseldorf airport!
As for New Year Resolutions, I’ve committed myself to becoming a decent photographer by year end (more posts to follow). January has been a bit of a rollarcoaster but fun none the less; I’ve just come back from a great weekend in Galway and somehow got the nickname ‘Chuckles’ while there. All shall be explained!
I was prepared to go to Johannesburg but my contract fell through so I ended up going to Dusseldorf. “Happy days, I get to go back to Germany” I though but alas all I did while I was there was college reports and work. I tried some Gluhwein while I was there and that stuff is lethal, its far too easy to drink. I also learned a valuable lesson ‘mit’ means with and ‘ohno’ means without; very helpful when trying to get some alcohol laden Gluhwein.
I think Gluhwein could really take off in Ireland, its ridiculously cold here and a hot alcoholic beverage would be a nice change. I can’t understand why we all crowd into a packed pub to drink ice cold beer when we could be outside with coats and scarfs with Gluhwein. It also means you don’t have to throw coats into the cloakroom *Recession buster tip right there*
Here is a nice recipe for Gluhwein if you want to try it
I’m swamped with college work again (I have 2 reports to complete over christmas and an exam to prepare for) so blogging has suffered badly.
I’m heading back to Dusseldorf for the first week in January, if I’m lucky I might get to go to Sweden soon after, bit worried about potential announcements at work regarding redundancies etc. Hopefully there will be no announcements. In the meantime I have to pass this semester!
