What to call it

It seems that blogging is a worldwide craze. Up until last Saturday I had no idea that such a thing existed. My lovely sister Louise probably made the best comment, she thought a blog was something one left in the toilet after a boozy night out. I'm in full agreement, the title therefore serves as a constant reminder to both me and anyone who could be bothered to read the drivel that will no doubt appear in the next few months and perhaps years.

Its funny, I feel as though I should be more excited about the upcoming trip, but I'm not. Its not easy at age 31 to consider completely uprooting oneself from the place I've been settled in for 22 odd years. Christ, 6 months ago I was going follow in Nigel's footsteps and put myself into masses of debt. Now i'm heading off with a finite amount of money, no income and no real plan of attack. It feels like a very odd situation. Isn't this supposed to be liberating?

Mind you, I'm sure that 2 weeks in Ireland will sooth the worry in no time. I've always loved Ireland, theres a real spirit to the place. Its hard to put into words, but every time I've gone back I've always felt settled and happy.

Anyways, that ought to do for a first post. Will be in Ireland on Sunday, and drinking in my home town of Dalkey on Sunday night. This will be a first, and I can't wait. Paul and I are off to the lovely town of Killarney the following day. Killarney is in county Kerry. Last time I was there it was the middle of winter. It was still great, but I'd like to see it in summer. Am pretty sure that the pubs will be packed to overflowing with American tourists drinking half pints of Guinness, but hopefully there'll be one or 2 cute ones amongst them :-)

See ya.