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How did the holiday go...? - AnnieJMac
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How did the holiday go? Zip lining with mucky hill walking in unsuitable attire resulting in up close and personal encounter with electric fence. Tears of terror and laughter still echoing in the mountains of Lausanne. Enroute to Italy epic traffic in Zurich adding 2 hours to car journey. 7 hours in the car but did get to drive through 17km tunnel. Rain on arrival to Porlezza, Italy. Teenage givey-outty-ness at the highest level. Flying ants. Himself on anti-histamines. More rain. Did I mention the rain?
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My Close Encounter with Ken Bruen - AnnieJMac
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My Close Encounter with Ken Bruen. Rsquo;. Sure enough, there he was in a black coat, lap top bag on shoulder, white hair unmistakeable, heading into the shop. I didn’t want to approach him initially, thought it a bit naff but feck it, knew I’d regret it if I didn’t. Hesitantly I walked towards him, perhaps he would get all narky if I interrupted him doin his messages. I apologised for intruding on his shopping and said ‘It’s Ken Bruen.isn’t it? He’d have to make do with whatever paper SuperValu ha...
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Melusine, A Toilette Tail - AnnieJMac
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Melusine, A Toilette Tail. Room on yo’ Dick Van Dyke for one mo’ love, eh? Juno and The Paycock. In the National Theatre awaited, and we took our seats for the performance, not a fringe in sight. That was Friday night. On Saturday evening, the women got together again, played a few chords, sang a couple of tunes, more wine with more craic. Why she didn’t want to partake with him of a bottle of red and a packet of Kettles in front of whatever scour was on the telly? Mélusine, heh? Create a free website.
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Blog Posts - AnnieJMac
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The same words are shouted from the enthusiastic crowds lining the streets of Dublin. come on now, one more push, you’re nearly there. Liers the lot a yiz! Get down with nature, arses swinging in the wind behind the nearest tree trunk, not a dock leaf in sight. They shouted, just stop here, on the ground, on this bit of an aul footpath, just beside that bin there, see.,you can just curl up and well, die. I cried, it’s my second. So, given the chest pain, disorientation, breathlessness and blurred vision,...
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Архивы блога - AnnieJMac
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My Close Encounter with Ken Bruen. Rsquo;. Sure enough, there he was in a black coat, lap top bag on shoulder, white hair unmistakeable, heading into the shop. I didn’t want to approach him initially, thought it a bit naff but feck it, knew I’d regret it if I didn’t. Hesitantly I walked towards him, perhaps he would get all narky if I interrupted him doin his messages. I apologised for intruding on his shopping and said ‘It’s Ken Bruen.isn’t it? He’d have to make do with whatever paper SuperValu ha...
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CGD...OMG - AnnieJMac
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At the end of the night decoding of FB page is necessary to ascertain whether or not mission was accomplished. Shell shocked weary soldiers with ringing ears drag themselves through the door, straight to the press for cereal or fridge for cold pizza (if I haven’t eaten it). I can’t help but think that a CGD for us 80s crew is in order. I mean, we are the veterans after all, surely? And the circle goes around again, the same questions are asked but now I’m doing the asking. How’d ya get on?
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14 year old son hijacked by hormones - AnnieJMac
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14 year old son hijacked by hormones. Hormones have hijacked my Small Man. Things a 14 year old boy cannot do. Switch off a light. Take bowl from arm of couch. Put empty Tayto bag in bin. Pull toe out of sock. Have socks in drawer. Stay out of fridge. Bring dog for a walk. Things a 14 year old can do proficiently. Eat mountains of toast. Spend hours messaging on Facebook. Grow taller, audibly. Switch moods faster than the speed of light. Be genuinely, hilariously funny. Lsquo;I dunno’. Lsquo;Oh my God!
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Blog Archives - AnnieJMac
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Won't feel it 'til Christmas luveen. School’s out, sleeps in,. Spanish students, crawlin with tourists. Film Fleadhers pour from screens, pale faced,. Mesmerised, squinty eyed. Clather of tractors, windows wide open,. Beds all stripped, ‘great bit a’ dryin’. Scrapin paint, powerhosin walls. Ronsealin fences, strimmin hedges. Balin hay, weedin beds,. Swarmin with midges, pollen eyes. Hard boiled eggs, jars of beetroot. BBQ burgers, pint bottle Bulmers. Blackrock bravado Tower tumbles. Create a free website.
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Blog Archives - AnnieJMac
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There was the holiday.gone. Yon lad with glasses sings It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside. Create a free website. Create your own free website. Start your own free website. A surprisingly easy drag and drop site creator. Learn more.
