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![]() 12 Pubs weekend Oldschool! Viv, Phil, Al and Mandy in Peter's.
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Jody breaks world fastest breakfast record
Jody has been seen practicing his breakfast eating skills in the canteen in recent months. Jody said of the achievement "I feel fine, but jeez, I could do with a bottle of Coke to was that down."
Jody recently gave up drinking for the month to prepare his stomach for the big day, which happened on Monday of this week. Guinness were there to film him for 5hit television show, Guinness World Records.
Tony O'Brien, Jody's Limerick-based coach was pleased with the outcome.
"I'll get a free "Guinness Book of Records" every year now, this is mighty."
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Waltzer's Notebook
This week sees
the Christmas party in Jurys. Very original! They should call that
place Dreary's! Already crew are wondering whether or not to bring their
own drink, the chances of getting one at the bar will be slim if last year's
performance is anything to go by...
News of a new time-keeping clampdown is circulating. The new
controls are to take place in the new year. Offenders suspect tea and
breakfast breaks are next. In fairness, it's so much better when everyone
is in for 9.30. I mean how annoying it would be to wait a half hour for
my important meeting. Ok, so everyone has to get up an hour or more earlier,
get into heavy traffic, or walk the legs off themselves getting in for
the 9.30 deadline. But if it means I can talk to my writer a half hour
earlier then it's worth it, don't you think?
Interestingly I will be in Naaavan on Saturday with Gillo, Tessa
and some Naaavan girls doing some horse riding, drinking, and getting
refused from Solar. Should be a good laugh, I'll take pictures for your
amusement.
And you better be happy with this week's rush job. I could have gone
to the Jason Byrne show on Monday night but I had to do this site!
Last year's site
Hangover Sundays, dreaming about water, why people leave (and stay)
in their jobs, and other interesting stuff. Probably.
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Twelve
pubs of Christmas After arriving to O'Neill's a bit later than the 4.30 planned
rendezvous time, I bumped into Martin. Mandy soon followed, then Phil,
Siobhan, and eventually Laura. Laura was off to meet some others that
had already gone on to Thing Mote, but we weren't ready to move
just yet. So after a quick one in O'Neill's Phil and his mates and I ran
off to Thing Mote, only to get the news that they had already gone to
Judge Roy Beans. So we went straight there, skipping Thing Mote.
By the time I was served in JRB's, Amanda, Laura, Rachel and friends
were already heading out to the next pub, The Bailey. We stayed
for a wonderful rendition of "Bow wow wow, yippy yo, yippy yay" but an
annoyingly loud American guy who was plastered at 5.30. Phil, Martin and
I went to the Duke soon with some of their friends, not really
knowing if we were avoiding or jumping ahead of the Bailey. Joey Rainbow
showed up at this point had a quick one before we all left.
Skipping Davy Byrne's, we went straight to Kehoe's, a
mad place that looks like a student gaff, paint falling off the walls,
soggy beer stained carpet and loads of exposed wiring and pipes. Well
refreshing! Viv showed up at this stage and we bailed into McDaid's.
Al Currie arrived soon. We got a nice place in McDaid's and some of the
girls never made it any further. Bruxelles was next but we skipped
that to catch up with Laura's hardcore crew. After a brief search for
the Chatham (which turned out to be Neary's), we found Sheehan's.
Another one I wasn't in before, was quite nice. Joey got lost and I had
to rescue her off the street.
Most people were in Sheehan's but we didn't stay long. Viv, Al and I
ran on to Peter's where practically everyone had congregated. Notable
exceptions were Siobhan and Rachel who, after a heavy one in O'Shea's
the night before, couldn't keep it up long enough. In Peter's I met a
guy from college that always hated me for being that little better than
him in most subjects. He was working behind the bar. I tried to make some
peace with the guy (he was always dissing me in college despite my obvious
indifference to his petty competition). Unfortunately for him, he preferred
to throw my pint at me and snort at my condolences on George Harrison's
death (I knew he was a big Beatles fan, even before the revolution).
Only one pub remained, the Hairy Lemon, which I had never heard
of and wouldn't be able to tell you where it is or whether it had bouncers,
but that's another story. I had made it! Disregarding the fact that I
skipped four pubs, I triumphantly texted some of my friends announcing
that I was in the Hairy Lemon after surviving the twelve pubs of Christmas!
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