what i did (or didn't do) on August 10, 2001
- Send my cousin my new CV (yes)
he even tidied up the html formatting
- Send a CV and cover letter to Erricsons (yes)
- update the dublin universities node wrt ryanos suggestions (yes)
- email claire (yes),rob(no) ,eliana (no),
really really must email these people !
- go to Cork (yes)(yes)(yes)(yes)(yes)(yes)
- read some papers on the train down, try to
do a little writing on the train. (yes)
Things to do today
- Ring the two recruitment agencies that showed an interest in my CV
- Work on the poem
- install MySQL and get it to read in a foxpro file
- leave in some film to get developed.
- talk to belinda
- again again continue to tidy my house
13:09
What an earth shatteringly fantastic weekend. I arrived in
Cork on friday night somwhat nervous about the
encounter, I was a few minuets early and couldn't see
claire, she came up from behind and we began to kiss again,
she was more beautifull than I had remembered.
Amazing, Amazing, I can't describe the weekend,
no words will come to me at the moment, This is
the first that I have begun a relationship
with an Irish girl. An Irish friend of mine
who lives in London asked me earlier in the
week whether I had discovered if the old saying
about Irish girls is true, that they turn from
saint to whore once they loose their virginity.
Now let me be clear, this friend of mine is Irish
but she was refusing to tell me. The phrase
is not to be taken literaly but describes
a delightfull penchant in Irish people
to enter uninhibited into activities,
and yes this was a delightfully uninhibeted weekend.
Met with friends of hers in a pub
on friday night, saturday we went
hiking in the Galtee mountains
then to dinner with other friends
at a restaurant called the strasbourg goose.
On sunday morning she dragged me out of bed to go
and look at some cliffs. Now I am normally
the one to go galavanting after the cliffs, but that
bed had become a place that I did not feel the need to leave,
however she read me right again because the cliffs
were amazing, Roberts cove and Nohovis cove,
I clambered around above the sea at the base
of Roberts cove, hoping that the rock was solid enough
not to break in my hands, it was good, I didn't fall, got
to the top and through the relief of being safe again kissed
and kissed and kissed again,
really far too much kissing than can be good for one in
a weekend
And then home again on the train, slept
the three hours on the way back to Dublin.
last,up,next.