Day 2-this sucks

My God is this boring, I’m acting like a thirty year old for fucks sake! I went home early today because I have work tomorrow-work! That is potentially one of the worst reasons I have ever given for doing anything ever(that and the unforgettable ‘but it will be really funny’). I would also like to point out that the Dun laoghaire Festival of World Cultures was better last year because it was sunny and I was drunk.
Yes the festival of world cultures, what a way to spend the weekend. More importantly, what a cheap way to spend the weekend. It was educational too. Courtesy of my new found sobriety I was able to get out of bed this morning. Nay, better, I was able to get out of bed and work this morning as I’m sure the few posts I lashed up today will show. Another result of the 5 hours I have now officially stolen back from sleep and Dutch Gold(a fine beverage I might add) was the full attention I was able to give to an Islamic lecture/discussion group.
Muslims are great, in no other religeon have I met people so capable of discussing and questioning their own religeon. Granted, I don’t know any muslims who aren’t clerics and most of the Catholics I know aren’t strictly speaking ‘Christians’(Social Catholicsm:we don’t believe in God but we support Celtic). Anyway, long story short it was a genuinely enriching experience and it re affirmed my belief that there is but one God worshipped by all religeons just in different ways. I should do a real post about this sometime.
In other news I’m still knackered(thats tired for any non-Dubliners). Actually speaking of Dublin, we LOST today! This was supposed to be our year and we lost to Mayo in the All Ireland semi-final?! In a game when we were, at one stage, seven points clear we manged to screw it up. The sides drew level eight times in an epic battle that has already been tipped as one of the best matches in the past thirty years. This is great and all but it doesn’t change the fact that we lost a game that we should have won if for nothing more than romanticsm.
Yes Romanticsm, the only real reason for watching sport. This fixture, for Dubliners, was not lacking in that department. For a start, if Dublin(having already secured the Leinster title) were to have won they would meet Kerry in the final. Kerry-V-Dublin in Croke Park is a fixture that immediately conjures up sentimentality among both sets of fans for it was nearly garaunteed fixture every year throughout the seventies (as Heffo’s army took on the expansive ‘total football’). Kerry-V-Dublin(in the eyes of the faithful) equates to the phoenix risng from the ashes of so many years dissappointment-a return to the glory days of yore.
The war like imagery of blood sacrifices, honour and loyalty were provided by the huge brawl at the start of the match (when even the management staff had a go). Mayo started it but Dublin finished it, if you know what I mean. Ciaran Whelan,of Dublin, would later give one of Mayo’s star midfielders a concussion-and get away with it! Not that I advocate that sort of behaviour but it serves them right for trying to warm up in front of Hill 16 and the ever present sea of blue and navy, I’ll take that minor trophy as compensation for such a cruel defeat.
I’m off to bed, alcohol was fun-I miss it