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.....well St Patricks day came and brought with it a great night of drinking Kilkennys, much drunken talk about the relations between maths and science; more drinking, pints at an irish pub, blurry vision and one fucking tasty kebab at the end of it all; a mixture of beef and falafel that danced over the taste buds with such pleasure followed by a good ol' drunken walk home..i partied withWellDressedMan, great fun indeed

....a great day indeed yesterday even before the irish festivities!!; as my dad owns a foodmarket, there was this all out food festival at this gigantic warehouse type place that is just lined with aisles and aisles of food....everything conceivable, from bulk tubs of aoili to old school candy like cola rollers and a huge range of alcohol, so i went along and sampled anything and everything; the coolest tables were the pesto-dip type table; the indian spices tasting table and this cheesecake company offering samples of their huge decadent creations, i fucking love cheesecake!!!....i was so full, the pastries were good too.....spinach and feta mini pies...mmmm.......

.....of course i tasted a lot of wine and beer and spirits, so i was all over the show....this new line of Bacardi in this rad glowy orange bottle is like 75.5% alcohol, jesus, it has a lot of kick, it was great.........and this new range of Mexican beer, much like Corona's but with a bit more tang......yeah good fun; made my dad by a whole new load of products for the shop.....loading his trolley like a little kid........

......i got woken-up so many times from my drunken slumber this morning, it was quite crazy, firstly my cat comes charging through my window displaying his latest catch: a long slimy worm that he conveniately places on my pillow, all wide-eyed thinking id be over the moon.......such the hunter;....then i drift back into a twisted dream only to be brought crashing back to reality by the piercing sounds of hedge-cutting machinery, it was like 8:30am, and the annoying neighbour had workmen cutting his hedge, this always happens whenever im hungover and just wanna swim in sleep for part of the morning..........so yeah im up early, even covering my head with pillows couldn't drown out all the clanging, and whirring, and crunching, hmm im morphing into professor Frink, glavin! (how the fuck does one try and spell his noises, heh)

...anyway yeah machinery is not the coolest alarm clock; on a sunnier side, i just recieved and e-mail confirming that my Spanish book from years ago sold at the uni second-hand book store, so im going to collect my check and get some kind of amazing meal and chill-out for the day.......

of course ive been playing with photoshop most days....learnt some trippy masking shortcuts the other day; i love learning new stuff......

my cats piercing eyes



Robin looking trippy




peace out everyone