First Race of the Year

Myself and Emily took part in a relay race on Killiney Hill yesterday evening. This is a Emily sitting near the registration desk as we tried to ignore the pre-event nerves. It was a 3 person team, each member did a 2 mile circuit before tagging in the next member. It was really tough. I haven't been running in what seems like 50 years, and it was a steep enough hilly course. My team came 4th, despite my best efforts for us to come dead last.

The views were beautiful though, if I was having less of a heart attack I could have appreciated them more. I took this picture before the race from near the top of the hill. It's looking down in the bray direction.

The Boys

These are the boys I live with. Thibault is on the left. He's French, from Brittany, and works as some sort of financial something in City West for some big company. David, on the right, is half Welsh, half French, and grew up in both places, as well as in London. He went to college in Scotland and his family has lived near malahide now for around 6 years, so he's a real cultural mixture! He's an engineer in the ballsbridge area. We all have similar interests, shown below, mainly cycling, surfing, music, food and drink. This causes a fair bit of clutter in our front room, where we've had to pile the couches into the corner to make space for stuff.

Catherine Shrinks 4 Foot!

Shocking news everybody, Catherine is losing the gift of height! We were all stunned to discover ourselves to be towering over the ex-limbfully gifted violinist at a rehearsal the other day. Note the delight displayed from Niamh, meself and Sophie. Excellent.

Butt Pear

Check out this beauty that i came across the other day. It's a pretty blurry photo but I hope ye are getting the full appreciation of the wonder of it. It is a pear in the shape of a butt. I have been showing it to everyone i met for the past week, and last night I ate it while playing playstation. Wonderful. I had a rather hilarious conversation about it with Dan from work. I told him i had a pear that looked like a butt, and he told me he had a butt that looked like a pear, oh how we laughed. Vote Butt-Pear #1 in the upcoming elections.

Society of the Year!

The Trinity Orchestra has won the Trinity Society of the Year award! It was presented last night around 10 o' clock in the Hilton (how posh). Here are Finbarr and Hugh showing off its sparkly glory. At approxinately 12.15 it was stolen by another mystery society. The hunt begins. On a side note, this is Hugh's new photo face. Crazy.

Dublin Bay

Myself and the Hughbertron cycled to Howth on Monday to undo some of the damage of Easter weekend. This is a picture from the Clontarf area of the bay. I live near the two red towers on the right and Howth is on the left. It's a really nice cycle, but guaranteed to be pretty windy in one direction as it's all along the coast. Needless to say it took us 5 days and we had to be airlifted home.

Happy Easter!

Thankfully we have all reached the end of lent alive and well, and can now eat chocolate again. This is me accosting Hugh with the remains of Albert (beloved Lindt bunny) in the Long Stone at midnight on Saturday. Alice Nolan was also present but couldn't be photographed as she was busy crisp hunting.

David's New Wheels (and children)

This is Hugh's brother David who had his 21st birthday over the weekend. We got 2 limos from the hotel where their parents were staying to Leopardstown for the races. Champagne in the back and the works. I was in the adult one with the family (and champagne), and the kids were in the other one with karaoke. It was a fantastic day, though i did lose my soul to gambling. If you're looking for me I'll be down the bookies.

Hugh's Hotel Brochure

Hugh's family came to visit for Easter Weekend and this is the hotel where they stayed: the Tara Towers Hotel on the Rock Road. It's dead fancy and even served wine on Good Friday (heathens, but great). This is the beginning of Hugh's portfolio for when he decides to pack in the silly music thing and go in to male modelling.

Beerbecue 1

Myself and the boys bought a new barbecue last week. It's a crazy supersized Weber yoke with a tripod wheelie stand and lid and the works. These are part of the remains of the debut barbecue. In the run of the evening he was christened "Stephen". I'll get a photo of him soon. He lives in the shed and I'm scared to go in. Spiders man.

Emily would like it stated that she was very much in the thick of causing this collection of empty bottles. Indeed.

Franky Hits the Big Smoke

Miss Frances Landers paid a visit last night making a fabulous 2007 debut appearance in the capital. Here she is showing her business face in the Czeck Inn (Isaldi's Tower renamed!!!). Herself and Peter were a fabulous addition to the Wednesday evening extravaganza, kicking off with the finest dinner in Ireland in Howard's Way in Rathgar. Fran's wit and charm is a sharp as ever and her capacity for the pints has grown no end. Fabulous.

Rare normal and nice photo of Catherine

I have a long established tradition of only taking horrendous photos of Catherine, so noone was more surprised than me when this cracker appeared in my camera last night. Fantastic new hair cut Catherine, and I see you've taken to smiling normally for photos now too. Splendid.

First Bulmers of the Summer!

It's finally happened. The weather has gotten warm and sunny enough to drink outdoors again! Here are me and Emily enjoying our debut summer pints in a beer garden in Rathgar. Mighty tasty Bulmers they were altogether. Note my proud face.

Hugh's New Hair

Hugh has a new look. It's called Blue Steel. Oh wait no, it's called Manga. Like most boy's hair changes, it's not really enormous but there you go. Here's some bonus flowers too.

Matches and Rabbits

Last weekend myself and Emily went to see Munster getting completely embarrassed against that bloody Welsh team. This is herself in front of the big screen in Rody Bolands in Rathmines. The next day we comiserated the failure in style and made friends with some chocolate bunnies. This is Alfred enjoying the wee small hours on Dame Street. I'm holding him hostage till Easter Sunday when I will set him free (in my belly).