An Amalgamation of the Last Few Weeks

So over the last few weeks I have started no less than 4 blog posts. My reasoning for telling you this?
1. It shows you that I actually haven't completely neglected this, and
2. It makes me feel like I actually attempted to do something over the past few weeks.

So the titles of my failed blog posts ranged from simply 'Stress' to 'F*ck life and everything in it' (it was a working title) so you can imagine what the weeks consisted of.
Final year is, to put it nicely, a pain in the neck. Over the last 2 weeks alone, 2 boring topics have been presented on, over 12,000 words of nonsense have been written and 150 pages of words have been read (of course about 100 hours worth of YouTube has also been watched so you know, swings and roundabouts). To say Christmas break is welcome, if not to slightly alleviate the workload,  is an understatement.

I'm also going travelling again. Cue gasps of shock and awe. Well that is if air travel doesn't go ABSOLUTELY F*CKING INSANE AGAIN. Sorry, allow me to explain.
Yesterday (you're probably reading this 4 years after I post it after being linked from a site on the 'bad side' of the internet, so accurate dating isn't really an issue) a friend of mine was supposed to arrive. Note the 'supposed to'. She clearly didn't as flight decided to, you know, not work. Of course Ryanair, being the helpful compassionate company that they are offered all the help they possibly could to their stranded passengers in Gatwick. In the form of leaving the building and not giving them their luggage back for an extended period of time. Hurray, circumstance!
My friend will now be arriving in the land of Shamrock and ever mounting unemployment tomorrow morning when we pack what would have been 4 days of sightseeing and alcohol into 2. Challenge accepted.

On Thursday it's my turn to get into an enclosed flying death-tube. More commonly referred to as 'an aeroplane'. Rescue Remedy at the ready. I shall be gracing both Bath and Cardiff with my presence. I am excited. Doctor Who related things live in Cardiff. Oh....and my dear friend who I'm definitely not using as a means to see these Doctor Who related things.

All I can say is expect pictures of the wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey variety.

- Claire

The Best Hurler Is On The Ditch

So when us Irish go on tour there are 3 questions we ask ourselves:
1. Is there GAA on while I'm away?
2.Where is the nearest Irish Pub?
3. Is the jersey packed?
There is also 1 thing we're very good at: locating said Irish Pub anywhere within a 3 mile radius.

So having arrived in the busy urban setting of Manchester the obvious way to spend the first day was in an Irish pub. Hurray for logic.
Though it was most definitely the correct call. The best 70 odd minutes of hurling I've seen in a long time unfolded in front of the 60'000 live spectators and however many else like ourselves tuning in from the 4 corners of the globe.
With the sides drawing level a massive 15 times, what must have been a record breaking point after just 12 seconds by the Dubs, a questionable red card and massively heightened blood pressure the Rebels successfully managed to secure their place in the final on September 8th and also began 'The Hunt'. Something tells me that 'Any sign of tickets?' will be the most uttered phrase in Munster over the coming weeks, and with any luck the answer might eventually be yes.
Wish me luck.

-Claire