*Everything is just in a haze at the moment... I never ever know what to do for the best and I have gotten myself in a little situation...
No, no... its something much worse...
but that is for another day.
*I wish I'd gone to Wisconsin. I wonder how different everything would be had I been brave and done what I actually wanted...
I am however pleased to report there is still time...
*I feel as though am I bleeding to death...
Today I was overcome on the 149 bus from London Bridge to Edmonton Green when I realised it was as long as a whale.
I miss watching Liam watching me watching Mark watching on...
*There is an American in work, from Long Beach he is who finds my accent just too much and when he is not calling me Shazam, he is calling me Irish. I find it charming he subconsicioussly (I'd like to be confident of spelling that correctly. Please type the accurate spelling in the comment box and I shall alter it accordingly...) reminds me of where I am from, that I am still Irish...
*Ken Kennedy called the Irish Englands bitches. I hate it when the Americans are on the ball. How embrassing for me...
You know who are everso good live?
The Dropkick Murphys. and I really didn't think they would be and I felt so robbed the whole time before they played and then they were just the business...
I must dash.
It's been a pleasure...
Shazam... 
Being in England and being 'Irish' is a awkward sensation for me as a norner.
You must have a good memory.
I had a dream the other night,
When everything was still;
I thought I saw Susannah dear,
A-coming down the hill.
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth,
The tear was in her eye,
Said I, I'm coming from the south,
Susannah don't you cry.