May 9, 2009
How do all. Twould appear that I am branching out a fair bit these days. Not content with project work seeping out of every nook and cranny that this poor, forsaken body has, I’ve more work taken on, this time in form of talking about politics.
Anyway, I have to post shit up something like twice a week about the upcoming elections to the Youth Media for Europe Blog for the next month, with maybe some stuff appearing on the RTE Website at some stage during. Naturally everyone and their dead grandparents will hear about that if (WHEN) it happens.
Not that I can see that happening, capital lettered conjuctions aside. I can’t imagine RTE thinking much of my convuluted metaphors and ramblings. But anyway, read the above blog anyway and inform yerselves. If anything It’ll will make our drunken conversations more upper class.
October 20, 2008
Stooped over my laptop, making a presentation, covered in my duvet because its FUCKING FREEZING!
Ok, to be honest, I’ve stopped doing the presentation, and I’m sitting as erect as possible without a back rest. But I am pretty cold. This ‘we’ll man up and not buy oil’ thing is getting old.
I’m gonna invade Norway. No one’s thought of that. Screw your Iraqs and the Saudis, Norway’s the 4th largest exporter of oil in the world. I’m gonna get me a piece of that hot, hot, oil spurting action.
Also, voted the most peaceful country in the world. Not anymore, Norway: I’m gonna fuck. Your. Shit. Up.
What you gonna do about it? Memorize me with your coastline? I’ve seen the Cliffs of Moher on a wet day, I think I can handle your jagged peninsulas and fjords. Distract me with picturesque Christmas holiday snaps? I watch TV, and getting a bit sick of those Budweiser ads to be honest.
Hitler took you down pretty easy that time. Where were Thor and Odin then eh? Too busy have sexy oil baths in the North sea no doubt, fucking about with ravens and hammers.
Baths in my oil. My oil.
So then, Oslo, consider this my declaration of war. Your oil is mine. Mano-ah-mano. You got your longboats, I’ve got plans in motion to steal the Jeanie Johnston.
I shall see you, young sirs, on the open seas.