I'm not afraid.

Hiatus highlights

I've neglected you. I know.

I'd love to say I was working or studying or whatnot, but the truth is I was partying and I'd totally forgotten you existed. Thanks for the concerned stalker emails though, I'm still alive, I've just discovered that it is in fact possible to function without regular internet access. Who the fuck knew?

A hiatus highlight was Barcelona. I'm sure the Spanish know how to lots of things, but building stuff and partying are definitely two of their best skills. It's clear Gaudi liked to do both at the same time, which I admire, and I particularly liked his church made of tree trunks and ice cream and his Dr. Seuss park.

Primavera Sound rocked as hard as it promised to, treating Estrella and Jaegermeister/Red Bull soaked festivalgoers to three days of bliss and it just so happened we were the for the match, after which thousands of drunk people flooded the streets for a giant celebratory riot, which was brilliant.

Barcelona, the only city that truly deserves to have Queen write a song about it.
















Other good stuff: Tapas, €3 bottles of wine, €2.90 Marlboro, warm evenings, hotel roof pools, massive shopping savings in Mango, H&M, Zara, Bershka, paella, ice cream in the middle of the night, cheap taxis, room service, restaurants on boats, coming home to 28 degree weather in Cork.

Back from my magical journeeeeeey...

She's back - and she's got a new trick,
Sexy Pedestrian's ten times as slick as the last time...

Goths in hot weather

I'm sure the Irish undead don't have this problem, but summer really isn't a goth's best friend...

http://gothsinhotweather.blogspot.com/

The Pedestrian 8

I've been tagged by Bookish Blonde.

I hate these things, but it wasn't as annoying as I thought it would be, so here are my answers:


Eight things I like:

New bed linen straight from the washing line - Daz-ilicious.
Cleaning my house from top to bottom with a variety of cleaning products I purchased because I liked their ads on TV.
Scrambled eggs on toast on Saturday morning - cooked in the frying pan, not the microwave
Aldi Badgers Creek Shiraz-Cabernet - €6
Watching 30 Rock in bed with Mr. Pedestrian.
Good haircuts
Proper sleep
Carrot Cake



Eight things I did yesterday:

Ate a sausage sandwich (ketchup & whoegrain - yum)
Read the papers
Washed my make-up brushes
Destroyed a pair of Uggs in the washing machine
Watched the cat chase a fly all over the house
Had dinner with my parents (roast - yum.)
Drank too much wine & coffee and couldn't sleep.
Photographed a new dress for the blog




Eight things I wish I could do:

Upstyle my own hair
Run faster and for longer
Survive on salad and lean protein
Travel for a year or two, and still pay my mortgage
Operate with a capsule wardrobe
Drive a rally car
Grow highlighted hair
Employ a chef




Eight things I don't like:

Guy's girls
People who pass the buck in work
Men who are mean with money
Pointless meetings about idiotic projects
Condescending elderly colleagues
Missed calls from private numbers - with no message
Having to pay for a TV license when I already pay for Sky
Putting the duvet cover back on the duvet - this is ridiculously difficult.


I'm tagging:

Victor Barry

Rapture Ponies

The Portmanteau

Lottie

AAAAAND....

Rick

Random picture fun

Look at these hot bitches. Is that... Rachel Zoe? With a yak fringe? I am absolutely loving their shorts. You know this is what we're all going to be wearing next summer, trying our best to look chilled while battling crippling camel-toe, like the uncomfortable looking one, second from the left.

Happy Monday!

Have a coffee, take a pill, eat a cake - whatever it takes.
I refuse to let this Monday suck!

Decisions, decisions

Fly my pretties! Take to the poll!

Me owl love

These are great. They're from Mary Beth's Art and available from her Etsy shop.



So's this, the Dorothy Perkins Owl Printed Tee (€28). You can get some really cool shit with owls on. This may turn into a potentially scary obsession, made worse by lazy owl-wordplay titles and links to eBay owl-trash. It's a fucking hoot!

Yes, I said stirrup pants.

I had a pair of cream stirrup-pants when I was about nine. I hated them with a passion. The band under my foot drove me nuts and eventually, I managed to sneak them into the hand-me-down bag, where they no doubt haunted a younger relative for some time after that.

Now they're back I'm having second thoughts. I've definitely been influenced slightly by a girl I spotted in Dubland over the weekend who was wearing a black pair of the 'tights' version (Penney's, about €4 or €5) with white patent flats and a long slouchy vest. My camera battery died so I couldn't get a pic but it worked, and I think it might work for me, despite the fact that she was foreign, pin-thin with an inspirational haircut and an expensive tan.

These, however, I'm not so sure about. There's something very Lederhosen about them, ja?