… and reminded of one of the nicest nights I had in a long time.
In one of my lovely friends houses, when the lights do down and the drinks are flowing, there begins a little sing song. The music usually goes from the latest singer-song writer’s offering to an ould classic by Christy or Mary. One of the last nights I was there, this little ditty popped up:
I love Mick Hucknall’s version because of the light tone in his voice but this song will always be in my favourites purely for these famous lines:
But how strange the change
From major to minor
Everytime we say goodbye
Now this may be one of the most trivial things I will ever blog about (as if!) but it’s really been annoying me the past few days.
I’ve been looking into weightloss the last while, seeing as it’s definitely time to kick those spare pounds I’ve been saving up over the winter. Found lots of faddy diets that I would never go near.
But this is not the annoying thing.
It’s the fact that nearly every second person who writes about it can’t spell ‘lose’. It’s not “loose”, it’s “lose”! LOSE!
I’m wondering how many people pronounce “Republic of Loose” as the “Republic of Looze” as a result. That would make for an interesting gig: “LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE!”
Silly rant over. (I’m not an angry person, I pwomise.)
This is what you call ‘putting your foot in it’:
My God woman, have a leeeeetle sensitivity no?
I luffs it:
This is fascinating and heartbreaking at the same time. It’s probably one of the most moving things I’ve ever seen on the internet.
The story behind it is here.
Well not really, seeing as in a class of roughly 40, there is one boy and even then, he can’t really be called a boy seeing as he is on the higher end of 50.
Had my fourth salsa lesson last night and I am getting much much better. We’re only learning basic ‘shines’ at the moment and it’s kind of more about keeping fit than learning how to dance the salsa professionally but so far, we’ve all improved massively since the first class. I never thought I’d be able to coordinate my feet and actually learn steps but that’s probably because any other time I do dance, I’m usually full of gin and am lucky that I make it to the dance floor at all.
Ah poor ould Dustin, Europe didn’t get it did they…
I always thought he’d either win it by a mile or not at all and unfortunately the pessimistic side won out. Looks like people are still taking the Eurovision ‘song’ contest seriously despite the nonsense that’s been on it for years.
Why can’t we bring back the good ould days when I was in primary school and thought Ireland would win it forever? *sob*
My personal fave:
Back to Dustin – RTÉ’s Gareth O’Callaghan has a really interesting blog here following our beloved Turkey’s trip to Belgrade and his sad demise.
GO ON YA GOOD TING!
I’m only awake two hours and I’ve already heard about this video 6 times: