Deep

Unsure as to her feelings on the Big Apple, I asked a friend of mine, who has been living here for 5 years, whether or not she actually like New York. She replied, "No, but having lived here for 5 years, I don't know if I could ever be satisfied living anywhere else."

How I Work on Reducing the D6 Clientele

What a wonderful weekend. I'm having such a good time in new York!

So this evening, after a reasonably eventful weekend, I wander down to the D6 for a couple of beers with a work colleague after a very pleasant dinner in a local Spanish restaurant.

After he left, I found myself talking with an Irish woman who was visiting her friend in New York. It is noted that she is following the weather forecast on the TV. You will notice my phrasing on that last sentence: I was not the one who noticed her, reasonably dull, interest in the weather forecast.

Noticing my confusion - as in "why the f**k would you be so interested in the weather forecast" - she says, "Don't you recognize me?"

In my head I'm thinking, "Um, no. Why the hell should I recognize you?"

Out of my mouth comes the somewhat more diplomatic: "Should I?"

As it turn out she's Eileen Dunne. Honest to God, she asks me "How long have you been out of Ireland?"

Upon my answer of: "A year," she asks "What? Did you not watch the news in six years before that!?!" She was disgusted with me that I didn't recognize her.

As it turns out, one of the things I love about New York is that it turn so-called celebrities into complete nobodies. Get over yourself woman! You're no-bit journalist working for a 2-bit national broadcasting corporation! Getting pissed off at people who don't recognize you in the pub isn't helping your street-cred in the slightest!

F**k you! I'll take Anne Doyle any day of week!

Effing Genius

I Would Appear to Own a Couch

So much has happened since the last Blog post I hardly know where to start. However I think I can summarise it quite simply:

• I'm now living in New York.

Now that that's out of the way: I woke up this morning with a rotten hangover, after having arrived home from my local Irish bar "Dublin" at about 4.30 in the morning. I groggily stomp out of bed, heading towards the living room of my company rented apartment in Greenwich Village. I am stopped from getting into the room however, for there, wedged into the living room doorway, standing on one end, is an ugly pale green couch.

The previous evening's events come flooding back to me. Stumbling home from the Dublin through the Village, I meet on the pavement, - sidewalk as I should probably now be calling it - the afore-mentioned couch. Presumably it's sitting there to picked up with the garbage or something. "I don't have a couch," I think, "and here's a couch just sitting here to be thrown out"

So apparently, by myself, I dragged this 3 seater settee back to my apartment. Got it as far as the sitting room doorway, then possibly couldn't figure out the complexities of getting it through the doorway, and went to bed.

It's a miracle I didn't put my back out.

Do YOU know the way to San Jose?

I guess I just wanted to let everyone know that I was alive.

Am ?I doing well?
No, I've been better.

Is there anything you can do to help?
Yes. Forgive me for being out of touch this long.

So...What's going on in my life?
Well, work is sending me to San Jose for a while and frankly: I couldn't be bothered. Generally stressed and tired.

Usually try to keep these bloggings upbeat, but frankly reckoned you lot would prefer to hear grumpy news from me. than no news at all.

S&M

I feel that my relationship with my physio has moved to the next level.

I mean here's a woman who I see roughly twice a week. For exactly an hour she will find some way to to cause me the most excruciating pain I could possibly imagine. I pay her $60 for the privilege, and then thank her before booking myself in next week for some more.

If this wasn't enough, this morning, during a particular painful hip manipulation, I found myself screaming her name.

Jet-Lag

Uh! Won't spend long on this one. Just wanted to put in a quick post to keep all up to date.

Just back in Sydney from a whirlwind trip to Europe for a friend's wedding in Tuscany and a visit home to Dublin.

Needless to say, I need another holiday.