van 3 October 2009
Ian, me bro, borrowed a mate’s van and brought me to the Other House in Kilkenny today and we brought back a whole load of stuff that doesn’t get seen or appreciated or used enough. Grand job, you might say, and it was. But the journey was Classic McLynn territory…or ‘MacaLynn’ as my maternal grandad might have had it.. Ian didn’t drive on the outward ‘leg’ but let my fab sis-in-law Curly do so and then he interfered with directions every step of the way. SO we went through various needless counties to get to where we wanted to go and, in extremis, I had to approach a very taken aback lass in Camolin (Co Wexford?) for directions – she was a diamond and got us right back on track, so thank you muchly to her. ANYHOW in the meantime I was on a (totally illegal? ermm, yes) floppy garden seat in the back of the van which tipped me out pretty soon after departure on a quick corner only down the road from where I live. Actually, I thought I might never stop laughing it was so unexpected AND we had to admit that I was THICK to let it happen – basically my Dad always drove a van full of car parts and as we got older we were demoted out of the cab (through reason of being too big ) and put into the back (in the days when no one gave a shite what was in the back of any vehicle and there certainly were no laws governing such things in Ireland anyhow) and we sat on Swarfega tins, and batteries and suchlike, and never once fell over that I can recall – luxury is a double edged sword, clearly, and age a softener – I expect a fine bruise for my spill and it’s one that will make me smile as I whip me trousers down to attack people with the sight and the story of it. We were killing one another by the time we hit Kilkenny (an hour and more later than we should have) and that, too , was a huge hilarious reminder of days gone by. Not to be missed, and I just wish that everyone who would have appreciated it had been along with us today…still, I guess we are keeping a family ‘tradition’ alive…
texas 2 October 2009
Just got a masterclass in Texas Hold’em poker from Ian (bro) and Curly(sis in law) – turns out I am a gambler and they have just had to BEAT THAT OUT OF ME. Fascinating game and they are very pleased with my progress. Tomorrow night we play for money rather than matches. All in preparation for the threat of me being the first woman allowed into the poker coven on the SHAMELESS set – small coven, as it happens as only a few of the lads are interested in it, but I so want to show those guys and they sound like sharks – I think the one thing that will stand to me is that I will go along with money that I don’t mind losing and all else is enjoyment of the night (which won’t be long if I am filming the following day)
read both! 2 October 2009
I hope all of you have read both blogs from yesterday as one explains the other (the 2nd covers what happened in the first). It was quite a weird feeling not to be able to get the words out but not at all like being drunk – as a lot of regulars to this site know I have managed to blog occasionally without even remembering (as a result of fine wine) and have been very pleased with those efforts. No, this was a strange out-of-body (and slightly out of mind!) experience, where I just couldn’t co-ordinate eyes and hands…so there must be something at work in those sleeping tablets I have been so quick to slag off. And wouldn’t you know it I was WIDE AWAKE at 5am this morning because that seems to be their reach…and I didn’t have to get up then as I’m not filming today = ARGH!
sleeping pill 1 October 2009
that last post was what happened as the sleeping tablet kicked in 10(proving it works….) and wouldn’t have sent me off but for the fact that i was a bit delirious and found it hard to make a message – which is that the mammny is poisoned with the cold and the galwegians arrive tomorrow with furniture and paintings then we descend on kilkenny and raid that house too and then see what we do with it – human diseases or no….not quite the same message as the last blog…best take another tablet now though….
just the mammy n me 1 October 2009
we’re poorly tonight which is bitch and the others join us tomoz to help out, but we are suspeded to to drink pints — in the mornin here;s fingers crossed that we will still will and that will happen but not to detrimate to the kilkenny trip. and so TO BED for the trusty mclynn aussault on the morrow – hope soneone has keys…
allergy? 30 September 2009
Right, this may be too much information but I’d be grateful of some advice if anyone out there knows anything – I have developed a rash on both legs and my feet are a bit swollen. I’m thinking it may be an allergy of some sort? Could be red wine? OR might it be grapes? I eat a lot of them. It’s not washing powder as I use a non-bio and the ladies of wardrobe use gentle stuff too. The feet being swollen of course may be something else entirely – was wondering if I should be wearing better trainers at the gym? Might exercising in the wrong shoes cause the swelling? HELP!
blueberries 29 September 2009
I may finally have seen it all. I have just had the superfoods salad at the hotel in Manchester where I am billetted. It comprises some tuna, beetroot, mixed salad and toasted seeds as well as some blueberries. It varies depending on the chef and some are much better at putting it together than others. But whoever is on today must not know of the saying that life is too short to stuff a mushroom because he/she has gone to the bother of halving the blueberries scattered about the plate!
(And by the way, I have stuff a few mushrooms in my day but you do need the saucer sized ones….)
3 4 2 28 September 2009
Okay, I was a little challenged in a Boots tonight and i just saw the 2 bit of the 3 for 2 SO when i got to the till the lovely lady explained my unique/weird state to me and wondered why i wouldn’t want to take part in a great giveaway – and she said ‘run NOW and get the 3 of the 2 that you lack!’ and i did and, after i had paid and all, she said ‘thank you and WELL DONE’ – i feel special, is all….
fellows 27 September 2009
The travelling has thrown up some yeuchies over the last while. Smell seems to be to the fore for me. I have sat into some reeky taxis in the last fortnight – many of them just musty, I guess, and lots that were just in need of a good airing but worst was the black cab in manchester where the driver clearly had eaten a lot of raw garlic and it brought tears to my eyes (thankfully a short journey there). A man sat next to me last Friday on the plane had bad breath and there was no hiding from it – for me, he seemed blissfully unaware of it. There are other distractions, of course, like noise. Tonight the train journey was a bit challenging as a young child behind me (2 years old at most) snuffled and snored loudly all the way from London. I know I wasn’t the only one praying the family would get off early, but no. And in a way I cannot point the finger as I woke myself up a few times last night snoring also – poor Rich did give me a dig at one stage to stop, so he was awake for the display too. It was the sherry at the top of the meal with the mum-in-law, I reckon. Anyhow, as it happens, I dreamt the snoring all the way along too and just as I awoke each time it was like I had heard myself toot like a trumpet which was kinda funny, even at the time, and a bit mortifying. It’s also something I am writing about at the moment so everything is a big dream soup of the imagination, sleeping or waking, at the moment
sounds 26 September 2009
Sorry, some of these blogs are weirdly titled because the word I’d like t use has been used before according to the system and if you don;t vary the thing it gets all confused and refuses to let you comment – eh, like, you mightn’t have QUITE A FEW opinions on a thing? and also the person who RUNS the thing might like to do ‘a series’….
Anyhoo, just wanted to comment on the quality of laughter. Tonight I heard my mum-in-law laugh very hard while telling to her son (the youngest of her family and the only boy – pet – and as I like to tell him he could still GO HOME – in jest of course, as all of you Marrieds will know…) I was stacking the dishwasher as this happened (nuturally) – actually, best not let that pass in case anyone’s irony button is not on – YES i was actually stacking that machine BUT the reason is it is the one area in which I am a TOTAL control freak = there is only one way to stack the thing as far as I am concerned and it is my way and that is the right way (if not the Far Right way) and i LOVE doing it, really and truly LOVE it. SO i only heard a bit of the story but the sound of Angela laughing would’ve done me it was so rib shaking and joyous. What I thought I heard her say, though it is somehow irrelevant, was “when you are buying wallpaper there’s only one kinda dog you want” – I thought she meant there’s one dog you walk away from one you do business with but NO she meant actually ON the wallpaper – and she bought a roll of whatever it was she found so much amusement in – can’t wait to see it on the wall!