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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

The fragrant Caoimhe (actually, I've never met her, so she could be really stinky, but I doubt it) pointed out yesterday what a shame it was that most bloggers don't decorate their blogs for Christmas. And she's absolutely correct. In order to try to right this appalling wrong, I've changed the picture on the side so that it now features the two stars of Christmas, Mr Jesus Christ and Mr Santa Claus. I think that redresses the balance somewhat. I might keep changing this over the rest of the month. I might not. I don't know these things for sure. I'm not Nostradamus.

Today, I'm going to London again. So, the obligatory posting of flight details (Ryanair, again, ick) and the obligatory commencement of panic and second thoughts and reflex dives in to phobia all present and correct.

GOING OUT
From Dublin(DUB) to London Stansted(STN)
Fri, 17Dec04 Flight FR226 Depart DUB at 17:00 and arrive STN at 18:10

The adventures of Puppy continue, with a new trick last night of chewing the whole way through his collar. The dog is a genius of Houdini standards, since it's all but impossible to get a collar off. Not sure how he managed it, or if the chewing began before or after the removal of the collar, or if the chewing somehow led towards to the removal, or even if it was intentional, or if he was just bored and looking for trouble, much like any young Irish man of his age and weight. Bless the little demon. He's taken to barking at reflections now, having more or less been persuaded that the television does not need a constant talking to. He seems to think that I'm the boss round here, running to me every time he needs protection, or when he wants something. I bet by the time I get back on Tuesday, he'll have forgotten who I am.

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