I’ve just tried to kill a few minutes sitting out here at reception (covering the phones) by reading an issue of Now magazine. Dear sweet Jesus. I had no recollection of how judgemental, stupid, weight obsessed, catty and vacuous those magazines are. I could go on, but I won’t, I just wanted to say that I knew they were bad, but what I just read is so laughably bad I shudder to think that anyone reads it without being irritated by how horrible it is.
It’s pissing rain in Sligo. I’m mildly hungover, but full of sausages in a roll with mayo, so I’m a happy enough sort of hungover.
I’m not going to try and shape this into a post, I simply don’t have the brainpower or energy, so here goes:
I got to drive a 407 this morning, bloody comfortable seats and surprisingly good handling, bit sluggish on the take off, but then I have a feeling it’s a 1.6 Diesel. Just checked and it is, fuck me they get a lot of power out of that 1.6 considering it’s towing such a big boat of a car. Surprised I liked it so much.
It’s so rainy and cold I keep thinking it’s autumn and looking forward to seeing the leaves change and walking on country roads looking at all the blackberries in their various stages of ripening. When I was a child in my dad’s home place in Kilkenny I used to take a little stainless steel breakfast bowl out into the garden and make recipes out of white foamy berries and blackberries and pollens. The littlest witch, huh?
I want to make my own breakfast bars, I must check the ingredients on the back of the ‘crunchy granola bars’ I eat every morning. It’s just oats and honey and what not, surely? If anyone has any recipes or suggestions for them, work away 
I sometimes have names for people in my head that I would never say to them out loud. Alan in work is alibaba in my head, but I’d never say it out loud. I don’t really understand that process, I think it’s just word play and mental gymnastics, something I do rather unconsciously, which is probably why these little pet names, silly words etc. never make it out of my mouth - they’re like little habits, like chewing the inside of my mouth, but in my brain. I suppose I like the repetition of the sounds, I have a tiny touch of ocd, so this could be an aspect of that. I like to make up rhymes and little songs and silly words, I believe I find the process of repeating them to myself to be comforting, or at least to give my brain a break, like letting it idle on the repetition. Hmm.
I’m obsessed with the Fiat Panda 100bhp, something about the sport button and how Top Gear put it, the ‘chuckable chassis’. Oh how I’d love a chuckable chassis. Mmmm. And, only €16,350 with air con as standard. I need to drive a more interesting car than my current Grande Punto. It’s lovely, it corners in a fun way, the brakes are fantastic, the engine revs easily, but I can just never get beyond the feeling that 65bhp is just not enough for the size of the car. Ho hum. (I’ve been spoilt in my 25k 1.6 120bhp Cooper you see).
I think I’m gonna go make some coffee. Then I’m going to find a book to read online. It’s going to be a long wet evening.
