I Am Entranced
What a suspicious sentence.
I have been twirling around my room for the last half hour to the fabulous almost-retro beats of Set You Free by the ambitious and unattractive yet lovable N-Trance. It never stops being a great song. Skangertastic. I have ignored the complaints of "noise" (noise?!? It's nineties dance music!!!) from my resting housemates with great determination and vigour. I WILL NOT BE CENSORED.
Oh o-oh yeah,
oh o-oh yeah.
Now, for a little Ghostbusters theme action. Something strange in the neighbourhood indeed. ME.
I had a very interesting evening. I spent it with my new-found friend D at one of her Macra na Feirme (young rural people) meetings. It was in her house, after a distinctly Irish dinner of pork chops, cabbage agus spuds.
Well. Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear.
They do such things as participate in welding competitions, make cakes and do "variety shows". I have now found a group of people with a subculture more obscure than my own (evangelical Christianity - unknown to those who ain't in the midst of it).
D is the secretary of the Kilcock/Maynooth branch. She enjoys a love/hate relationship with Macra, and her reasons for involvement unfortnately are mostly to do with blackmail from her over-enthusiastic and forceful older sister. Darn utilitarians!
One of the Macra members I met tonight was Joe. Good old Joe. He's 38. Nice young fella.
They tried to rope me into their fifteen minute slot in the regional Christmas variety show competition, but I didn't feel like paying the €35 "affiliation" fee, or dressing up as a nun and singing "Heaven is a Place on Earth" by Belinda Carlisle. I also didn't want to risk paying the €60 fine should I not be able to turn up at the last moment. I ain't joking, ladies and gents.
As punishment to D for taking me tonight, I am taking her to church on Sunday. HA HA HA.
K is not having fun in Luton. After his training conference he will take the train to visit a friend of ours for le weekend who's studying over there in dirty Sasana, which will be a welcome relief from the OPPRESSION OF THE BRITS. Then he shall return for two days of joyous birthday celebration, involving much Mexican food, cheap wine and first rate presents from excellent and committed wives. Score.
In the meantime, I shall continue my candlelight vigils until his return...I'm not a big fan of them planes.
Posted by neuro-praxis on November 25, 2004 12:56 AM, in the category Bargain Bin
Macra na Feirme have a website. And 55% of the votes cast on their current poll were in favour of gay marriages. I don't know what the world's comin' teh, a tall a tall.
Capt'n D
Posted by: Captain Democracy at November 25, 2004 02:02 PMI am a tall.
What's up?
Me.
At least compared to the rest of you chumps. Other than Anonymous, bastard.
Posted by: David Barrett at November 25, 2004 03:57 PMI, on the other hand, am small. But I can fit into small spaces, where the big folk can't go. Unfortunately, I'm also chlostrophobic, so its not really working out all that well. :(
Posted by: mr_angry at November 25, 2004 05:18 PMmr angry; it appears that you sir, have drawn the short straw! :)
Posted by: neuro at November 25, 2004 07:40 PMShort stop gets the short straw.
HAHAHA.
HEY INDY!
Posted by: David Barrett at November 26, 2004 12:16 AM