Good Times!

So this week has been pretty fecking awesome. It started of monday evening with Coldplay in the Phoenix park, also known as one of the best gigs of my life with Laim Redmond, who gave it socks jumping up and down. White lies and Elbow were the supporting acts and my god did they do a good job, particularly Elbow: they were mint. But Coldplay just blew me away. Amongst other things they had a secret stage for a brief yet amazing acoustic set which included a cover of 'Billie Jean'. They had roughly one million colourful paper butterflies shot from cannons placed around the arena. Giant yellow balloons filled with confetti and above all else every song was above standard. Like Chris Martin said they're ''the best fucking soft-rock band in the world'. No arguements there. Tuesday was our night out for freshers week. At two quid a drink it's needless to say that I got pretty drunk. It was a proper good night. Who can beat falling asleep in Bondi? It wasn't as fun as Coldplay though, mostly because Wednesday was a complete bitch! I fell asleep in the student union when I had an hour long break. It's been a while since I had a hangover like that. Bad times. Thursday was the dredded Debs. For some reason I wasn't looking forward to it. Turns out I was right, it felt like a good night out only difference being that it cost me the guts of 400 blipps. Ahh well, a good night out is a good night out, right? And if I say so myself I clean up pretty well in a suit. Me and Colm's romantic photos were defo the highlight of the night - we make a great couple. The rest of the week was shit in comparison to Saturday. Me, Fish and Ghosty (three quarters of the A-Team, the fourth being the legend that is my mam) had a nice morning out to visit our new friend JLC. He was in Easons to sign copies of his new book which is a brillo read. He is the nicest guy in the world, he signed my school shirt beside the Fonz' name. We bought him loveheart sweets to remember us by, he geniunely appreciated them. What a legend! We finished off our great day at Hams 18th in Campions. Hilarious times, well apart from Gwen Kicking my ass all night. She was a bit jealous that the A-Team met JLC and her C-Team didn't! Anyways, i'm finishing off the top drawer week by watching house. I love that sarky bastard.
PEACE OUT BLAPP!!

Lovely Inga

I'm fairly new to this whole being a good boyfriend thing, but I'm starting to get used to it. It was Ciara's birthday last Friday and a few of us intended on going into town for a quiet few scoops. Me, Fish, Hixon and Ghosty got the bus together, planning on meeting the girls in there. 30 seconds after hopping off the bus we got a business card from a 'gentlemens club' stating its free admission. We thought we were cheeky by going in for a quick pint before meeting up with everyone else. This is where we came across lovely Inga, also known as my new bit on the side when I have the money. She was a mix of a foreign princess and a foreign hooker, ya know the type that would have sex for money because her rich dad told her not to. Anyways we had a few laughs and a pint or two. We all got our story straight so the girls wouldn't catch us out. We were in the clear until Ghosty folded faster than Superman on laundery day and spilled the beans about everything. I think he was jealous that Inga liked me more. But there we were in the middle of messers, just about to hand Ciara her birthday present when it happened. I thought it was gonna turn into a bit of a domestic and her and Gwen would kick my ass (Gwen done that later on in the night but thats only because I shunned her). As you'd imagine I was in trouble.. but only because I didn't invite Ciara to the strip club too. What a hero, right? We returned around 1am to visit lovely Inga again but it wasn't the same. However on her own birthday Ciara volunteered to pay for a stripper for her boyfriend so that made me forget about Inga. I told her that I couldn't do it as it was her birthday blah blah blah, so we bought her a stripper instead. She seemed to enjoy it far too much for a straight chick. We filled the rest of the night with dodgy booze and lotsa laughs. Me and Fish saw an old guy chatting up some girl in Porter house. Naturally we named him John and spent a half hour egging him on in the backround. It was going well until her boyfriend showed up.. bad times!
Thats about it for today, I gotta get some kip for Coldplay tomorrow (going to be fucking epic. Liam Redmond tearing it up all night long!)
And a nice happy birthday to Mikey whos a big geaser today.
PEACE
'Big Tuna'

Coolege

Its official folks, Lumbering Bear is now a college student. I know its a shock to me too but who could say no to computer science at NCI, right? I started on Friday last with Burnsy and Stiffy (Aaron and Steo for those who don't know). It was a bit of banter all the same. We finished the day at Johnny's pretty impressive house party. Who knew so many people could cram into two rooms? At one point I was actually wedged in the kitchen. It was brillo all the same. Me, Colm, Michelle and Tosser had our first ever gig in his bathroom, and if I say so we rocked the casbah.. until Colm climbed out the window. I'm sure theres pictures somewhere that I'll put up at some stage. Apart from that the night was full of booze and decent tunes, pretty standard stuff. Actually, Johnny while I think of it I stole one of your towels.. I don't know if you'll read this but I'll get it back to ya at some stage pal. If johnny doesn't read this can someone pass on the message please? I'd appreciate that. I'm out for a bit of kip for college tomorrow :)
Peace
LB

I'm back with a bang folks

After a brief period of absence, i'm back with a whole new outlook on life. My opinions on certain subjects have changed. For example, I no longer believe that Amy 'go fuck yourself off a bridge' Tramphouse is the most annoying person in the world. Don't get me wrong id still set her on fire if I had half a chance, I've just moved onto a bigger target; Jordan 'the saggy tit crocadile face'. Alot of things have contributed to this new found outlook on life. It could be my new old girlfriend Ciara, whos a bit of a hero all the same. It could be the unhealthy amount of booze i'm consuming these days, Darrens uplifting public service announcements (psa's for short), or maybe Eamonn Dorans abrupt closing :-). Either way i'm digging it.

Anyways, instead of giving out about something something Burnsy tells me to write, i've decided to talk about adventures and goings on (and hopefully beef, mmm I love beef). To start i thought i'd talk about last Saturday night. After winning a bottle of gin in a raffle at the local, me and Johnny went to town on it before flagging a taxi. We only made it half way through because we we're running late and the poxy thing tasted like paint stripper mixed with ass. So we picked up Ciara and made our way into town with the half bottle of gin. We decided to take a leaf out of Ghostys book and mix it with coke before necking it. So there we were standing at the enterance of temple bar mixing our drink, paranoid that coppers would come and snatch the booze. Little did we expect these two homeless blokes to come and befriend us. One was black and the other was mexican or jewish or something and we couldn't really understand him but he was still cool in the gang. I sorta wished we asked them their names come to think of it. The black guy kept touching is toes and complaining of heart problems. We were genuinely scared for the bloke. So much so that we gave him the last of our coke and a couple sips of gin. The poor bastard was so grateful. He shook all our hands homie style before giving me and johnny ''respect''. He wouldnt give Ciara respect because shes a girl.. what a legend. They went to a hospital or to find some bitches and hoes or something, the guy we couldn't understand said that bit. So we finished our gin like the classy feckers that we are and all thanked christ that gwen wasn't with us for the whole experence. She has a tad fondness for the 'N' word.
After our lovely gin we went to Eamonn Dorans. What a shame that it's closed down :) So Purty Kitchens was our second choice. I had my doubts after graduation night but I enjoyed myself in the end. I got drunk and we saw johnny WINNING a dance off. We also saw him chatting up a 27 year old mother of three (jeez i wonder if she puts out?). The night ended on a high note though. Me and Ciara went to Dan with the lovely hair's house aroud 4 in the morning. It must have been a good ten minutes before a stripper pole fell on my head. I know what you're thinking, who the fuck has a stripper pole in their house? I wasn't complaining though, I enjoyed my spin on it a littlle bit too much. Anywhos thats me out for another day.

PEACE!

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Do it!

The Zoo (as picked by Burnsy)

The zoo - greatest place on earth, even better than Disney Land Paris. Well crack houses have proved more fun than there. Bad part is that they'd both cost you an arm and a leg. Question is, is it really worth it to see some foreign animal sit on its arse, not do anything and still get luxury for it? Bollox! If I done that I'd be hoofed out like a camel to get a job, not the smartest idea, right? Moral of the story is don't go to the zoo. Get a transit van full of Mexicans, a few bottles of tiquela, some decent drugs and a crack house. In the mornin you'll be none the wiser. Props to B-rack and his crack shack.
Peace Out
LB

Whoopi Goldberg makes a disasterous lesbian

I finally read Darren's mein kamff© last night. One of his points really stood out, well two if you count the Norwegians never leaving Norway, but he said "pandas should either repopulate or go extinct, we're sick of this will they wont they shit. They're like Ross and Rachael." I completely agree. I think Noah (from Noah's ark) would be pretty pissed off, i mean think of all that effort pissed down the kitchen sink. Animals take after humans. All we do is kill each other, maybe thats why the Norwegians never leave? Besides killing someone is like -50 God points. Being killed is +25 (mostly sympathy points) but it still works out well enough if ya get sliced up. Poor Hitler must be in the shit, think of how little god points he has! God must have created Finglas so he wouldn't seem like such a twat. Much love to B-rack.
Peace Out
LB

The recession

The recession is a dick, its pissing me off good and proper. How thick are people? They create money, financial systems, the stock market - everything. But the dopey bastards also create recession. Now people are loosing their jobs, except bus men/women, but they get clattered around anyway, right? And pimps and hookers, it's a golden age for them. They're rolling in it, Literally in some cases! Nasty business that. How some people get their kicks is just a tad bit scary (yes thats a cheap shot at Burnsy and his unlicensed morticians). I reckon B-rack could sort it out, that guy is a fucking legend! Mostly because I'm convinced that he's the Rock's twin brother. Speaking of which listen to Jay-Z's new song 'my president is black', just pure quality.
Bad times. I'm awfully bored these days. I've been watching 'come dine with me' a lot (thats my new thing), its not half as shit as it sounds.. really! Im not sure if thats a good or bad thing. That for some ungodly reason got me to thinking, where the fuck did Amy MacDonald go? Is she on celebrity come dine with me? - Peter Stringfellow was so anything could happen. Or is it possible that shes off having a threesome with David Gray and Dido? God I hope so. I'd be their offspring.
Anyway its time to be hitting the aul dusty trail.
Peace out
LB