sapenger

Liz and myself attempted to publish a blog on Monday night. However, when morning broke and her cat jumped on my head, we awoke to a brain fog that eliminated any memory of user name and password. I think it was somthing about lasgana in a gutter but I cant remember.

I only called over for a glass of wine.

But when I got there her wine was shit. Luckily, I had a few cheap cans in my bag.
After we drank that and pretended to talk meanfully to each other, We rolled a million joints (as she poured brandy into my leftover-christmas-drink Baileys) and we set to work on our amazing travel log of the ECMC's in Eindhoven.

However, it ended in her mashing the keyboard and trailing off about an advert on the tele from the eighties.
When I find it online I'll publish it.

The heading of this Blog was inspired while I was talking to John. He said that if you could sell salvation to Irish people to remove the inherent guilt that is instilled on us, we could make a fortune. Which wouldn't work because we haven't any money.
Still, this idea got my pistons firing. Why do Irish people have so much guilt. I mean its not just a Catholic thing is it? Is it because, us unlike the Spanish say, are constantly pissed, running to the pub to avoid confrontation, incapable of appreciating any successful others as we secretly loathe ourselves?

Maybe not. But those shower of rich cunts in their Jeeps do my fucking head in.