The Irish proerty market and auctioneers really need to refine their terminology. “Rural Ranelagh”, “Two bedroomed mews” when describing a COTTAGE. A mews as far as I know is a particular type of house that was built at the back of a rather grand georgian house to house staff and carriages or horses. So how exactly does a single storey cottage meet the mews description?

Further investigation, in case I was wrong, reveals that yes, indeed a mews is a term, used in the plural, referring to a certain type of stables with living quarters. The term is used primarily in London.

I wish the property agents would cut out the bullshit, or better yet, properly educate themselves in the terminology which they are using. If you don’t understand the word (cases in point above) then don’t bloody use it.

Donna and Joesph McCaul were on the radio this morning whinging about why they didn’t get through to the second round of the Eurovision. “It was block voting.” Sure it was. Nothing to do with the fact that the crap acts Ireland has sent in the past three years achieved exactly what someone outside the “Aren’t we FANTASTIC altogether circles” of the farce that is “You’re a star” would expect. “Your’re a star” is a bad idea. Sending one out of two complete amateurs who turned up for an audition in a hotel somewhere is a bad idea.

Dressing up as gansters whilst everyone else was good looking and glamorous probably didn’t help either. We don’t have the glitz, we don’t have the glamour. That is what eurovision is about now. Maybe if we sent Rosanna Davidson to sing a song we might get through or get some points.

a sky moment from march

Every morning I seem to get up and do the same things. I have a shower, drink some coffee, eat a piece of toast. It doesn’t vary that much. I go to the window and look out, the sky is always different, the weir is always different, the Dodder is always looking slightly different to how it was the previous day. The past two months have been spent in a sort of limbo land. I’m here in the apartment, working on the project or studying for my exams. It seems like an eternity sometimes.

Outside, everything keeps changing. Life forgets you if you stay in a little cave. But the good thing is I’m getting tired of the cave and am ready for it to be the 1st of June 2005. But I must wait. Another fourteen days. Which, I suppose isn’t that long.

The last stages of a journey are always the most torturous.