Sunday, May 9, 2010


The other day myself and my mam went to Blessington to get a kitten, it was standard enough your one showed up with her daughter and a basket full of kittens and I picked the one I liked the most but obviously there was a bit of idle chat between myself and the owner.

She looked like the kind of middle aged women who you would see on those American child beauty pageants, glammed up to the nines to give some chump a kitten. Anyway, during the chat she brought up the fact that a communion was going on across the road, she said "It's crazy these days, I saw a hummer limo pull up!" I interjected with "Yeah I know...I was happy to get 20 pound when I made mine..." or something like that but she wasn't done, when I stopped talking she finished her sentence with "...and a dark family got out of it!"

Completely taken aback I just cut the conversation short, took my kitten and left. It was one of those ridiculously in your face racist comments that leave you lost for words. I just wanted a cat...I hope my cat isn't racist.


Sunday, April 25, 2010


So the last blog I wrote was about having fun in Shankill and about kids messing and all that. This one will be kind of a comparative to where I'm living now.

The City Centre is class to live in because it easy to get places and I can stroll home from most nights out (no more NiteLink trips) but the negatives outweigh the positives, seriously. Take for example the locals, the last blog was about some kid being a bit cheeky in a cool way, the other day I was walking home and there was this chubby kid and his mate running around like mad cunts. When walking by them I heard "HAHA YOU FAT PRICK!!!" I thought nothing of it and that the skinny kid was slagging his fat mate, nope, they were calling me a fat prick haha. What's more is I was wearing my No Turning Back shirt with "Stronger" written on the back, they ran past me and said "STRONGER!? More like WEAKER YOU FAGGOT" Then chanted "skinny jeans, skinny jeans" then ran off. Maybe they were on to something. I guess it's better than getting rocks thrown at you haha.

For ages I couldn't even sleep here because of the sounds of ambulances going by, guess it was a poor choice to live 5 minutes from the Mater Hospital...and when I look out the window I see dudes getting sick and kids hassling Chinese dudes, not to mention the creepy cunts that do be hanging outside Harry's. A step down from the hearing the seaside and seeing Killiney Hill out my window and having fresh air but I think it would take me time to adapt to life without the din of sirens and fireworks.

Still though, I'll be fucked if I'm making a 2 hour journey up and back to college, but at least when I had to do that I went in more.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Shanganagh Cliffs

Today was me and Sarah's fake 1 year anniversary because Sarah is a creep who remembers the moment we first locked eyes, so like most days we just hung out haha. We went to visit my mam in The Heartland followed by a trip to the cliffs/beach. After living in shite town for 6 months you appreciate how class it is/was living in the suburbs by the sea.

I spent most of the time in Shankill on running around like a mad cunt and climbing on the castle walls up in Shanganagh Spliffs ran into a cheeky young lad (not a little dickhead from my road anyway) who told me to watch out for the cliff because it was mad dangerous, I told him I knew all about it! That I used to play up here! He looked at me as if I was 40 haha. When I was walking away he shouted "Is she your girlfriend?" I shouted back "NO!!" then him and his mate shouted "SHE IS!!!!", "NOOOO!!!" "SHE ISS!!!" "Alright you got me lads."

When I was walking away he hopped up on the castle walls and waved goodbye, it was weird.

When we got to the beach I jumped over the river, climbed under a bridge, threw shite at Sarah, saw a dog with a full doughnut in it's mouth legging it off and I didn't even have to use my AK, today was a good day.