It's been a while... I don't really know why, but I couldn't draw myself to the keyboard for a long blog over Easter... I had a really weird time... my head certainly is an interesting place. The plethora of thoughts and emotions that passed from ear to ear was certainly amazing, meh - it's in the past. The problem with not writing for so long is - a) You will forget things It will be really long, and not many people have the capacity to sit through my blabber. In light of the...

I really don't know what to think of this place lately. This is my 135th article, and I am sitting comfortably poised as JU's most entertaining, comical and original blogger. I don't know how many people voted, it doesn't really matter... my ego is happily saturated with good thoughts though, and I am happy I have received recognition just for being myself, I cannot emphasise that point enough. I have got to say though, I am becoming a bit apprehensive about airing my dirty laundry on this...

There is an old man who wanders about Richmond all day, everyday. Just from seeing him walking around on the street's, I can smell the mustiness of his old man's getup. Your regular beige slacks with a brown coat. He wears a little hat with a feather tucked in, from looking at him, I would imagine he would be pushing 80. I wonder if he fought in the War, or how long he has lived in the Richmond area? I can see him any time of the day, on any day - if I drive to work, it can be 7.30am in t...

Sometimes you have to ask yourself the hard questions... I.e. Would you rather have the powers of 'The Flash' or $100 million smackeroonies? I wonder which one you would choose... Some people would simply blurt out their preferred choice, but this is a notion that requires serious thought. The Flash is seriously one tough customer, but $100 million is a damn lot of money. Of course this is change to someone like Sir Peter Maxwell, but to the likes of me that amount is borderline ridicul...

I think i need to take it easy for a while as far as that silly ecstasy drug goes... I went out last night to Factory... I was really primed for a great evening, i was in a good mood because all my friends were going to be there. I got these pills from a friend of mines roommate. They were the biggest pills i have ever seen to date. He told me they were pretty mutch MDMA bombs - when tested in the drug kit, the results came out as pure black. They were called White Smurfs - i had heard of ...

I am extremely happy with myself right now. The move into Linas’ has gone extremely well, and we have worked our business out. We are getting along rather famously, and I can’t really see that changing in the near future. Over the past week I have just been moving my gear in sporadically, and I have had a lot of things to do and people to see, so it has been a pretty long move, but by the end of this weekend we should be fully sorted. I need to go look at the furniture at a store nea...

Last night was pretty chill. The last few hours of work seemed to drag... the last hours of the week are skitzophrenic... they can be so awesome, yet so tedious at the same time... I just killed time by emailing Adrian and offering him my pshycho analysis on his current situation... it was fun. As soon as it got to 5.30, i just used works shower and got changed - headed over to the pub for Heath and Rogers going away drinks. I love beer... yesterday was a perfect day for beer consumption...

The crowd in Rod Laver Arena The crowd in Vodaphone Arena From left to right - Flannigan, Me, Some Dutch guy, My brother Tim in the Red hoody, Laima, Pete in the Yellow hat, Adrian in the black hat, Karen behind him, Aaron in the red top, Jimmy behind him, Then Stella, I forget the name of the other girl! No comment. BAM!!!

Eoin came to work at my place of business a couple of years ago. We got along famously. he was doing his placement year for his marketting degree. It was only for a year though, and he had to leave eventually. A couple of weeks after he left, he gave me a phone call and said he and a bunch of mates from school were starting an indoor soccer team, and he would like me to play for them. Eoin knew i played, because we had a work team, and he knew that i would get along with his mates, so he...