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week 136 : 03 September 2001 |
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Ciara Leaves: Waltzer bangs his head oof Ciara Noone; Mairead happy out; Steve
and Kieran in 4 Dame Lane; Ciara at the O'Sheas part of the leaving party.
U2 Slane 2001: Frames from a movie I took
at Slane.
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Ciara leaves
Ciara Flanagan left on Friday. She was in the company for five years and left as a senior designer. Ciara is off to travel the world, fair play. So we went to O'Sheas and then the very expensive 4 Dame Lane where I took pictures and videos. They will be online tomorrow.
Viv to return home
Viv is making his way back across the world to arrive
in Dublin in a couple of weeks. Viv's Phileas Fogg style journey will
no doubt lead our designer friend into some adventures that he'll share
with us upon his return. Viv left the company a year ago to travel the
world. What is it about this company that people won't leave unless they
want to travel? Maybe a subject for a discussion board, if we can set
one up again.
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Pete and Shane to leave
Designer Little Pete from Up North and Simulator Shane
McCarthy from Deep South are leaving this Friday, so I forecast heavy
drinking on Friday night. More about the lads and pictures of the night
will appear next week.
On KanerExperience
Memories and reflections are still coming into the Kaner
Book of Memories. Tomorrow I'll add a picture of Ian and his Dad at
home to the KanerExperience page. Feel free
to send me a picture or add your thoughts to the book.
This week last year
Vulgar England: A collection
of pictures I took on a trip to England to see my good friend, Ben. Includes
a picture of the Waltzer getting his chest waxed! Read about lads pissing
down stairs in nightclubs, shifting 16 year old engaged girls, being robbed,
being broken into, lads being taken away in handcuffs, and how easy it
is to get a back and chest waxing when you are drunk.
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The effort to get to U2 I went home to sulk. I refused to buy another one from
a ticket tout. Then I rang one of my friends, Dervla, and she told me
how much I'd regret not going and basically persuaded me to go. So back
to Dublin bus with about four minutes to spare, got me bus ticket, paid
some gobshite ticket tout £70 for a ticket and ran up to the bus. Now
the journey was less than enjoyable sitting on my own worrying whether
the ticket would be a fake or not. After a long journey and then a long
walk, it transpired that the ticket was a fake.
Needless to say I was very pissed off at this stage.
The woman took me to the Ticket Master van and said that people with fake
tickets can buy real ones for face value in cash, no plastic. That's all
very well, but at this stage I hadn't got £40 cash, only 25. So I was
wandering around wondering where was I going to get £15. I was thinking
"Have I anything to sell? Will I ask people for money? What's the chances
of bumping into someone I know?"
I walked up the road looking at all the faces like a
desperate man, and after about fifteen minutes I gave up. The next thing
I see Eanna, the editor, at a chip van. I couldn't believe my eyes. I
briefly told him my story and he was kind enough to lend me £20, on the
condition I put a picture of him on the site with a halo around his head!
Finally I walked down that road knowing that I was going to see U2 today.
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