The Cinematic Orchestra, although heavily listened to, is exaggerated as I made up a playlist of some of their songs which I listened to when I had trouble sleeping. Dawn in particular always helps me relax.

Hans Zimmer & James Newton Howard are in for the amazing Batman Begins soundtrack. Tenacious D are in there purely on the strength of their old stuff.

Ironically, the most listened to song by Midwest Product turns out to be the one called Pigeons.

1. The Cinematic Orchestra
2. Thom Yorke
3. Radiohead
4. Brad Mehldau
5. Midwest Product
6. Hans Zimmer & James Newton Howard
7. Muse
8. Gnarls Barkley
9. Vitalic
10. Lewis Black
11. The Onion
12. Ben Folds
13. RJD2
14. Alarm Will Sound
15. The Smashing Pumpkins
16. Godspeed You! Black Emperor
17. Mogwai
18. Mirah
19. Architecture in Helsinki
20. Sufjan Stevens
21. Ben Folds Five
22. Elliott Smith
23. Tim Hecker
24. Pixies
25. John Ottman
26. Psapp
27. Nellie McKay
28. Air
29. Boards of Canada
30. Flight Of The Conchords
31. Elbow
32. Shrift
33. Brad Mehldau Trio
34. Tunng
35. Blonde Redhead
36. Amon Tobin
37. Tori Amos
38. Sigur Rós
39. Fink
40. Ivy
41. Living Language
42. Emiliana Torrini
43. Josephine Foster
44. Tenacious D
45. The Mars Volta
46. Damien Rice
47. Isobel Campbell
48. Gorky's Zygotic Mynci
49. Autour de Lucie
50. Broken Spindles

This experience was marred slightly by the young man who ran down beside me to pee. Now, with each lap of the sea I thought: “Yep, that’s piss”.

This stuff is designed to replace lost water and body salts, and tastes like sea-water. With a hint of lemon.

Deadly.

Non-horrific posts will return when I have time, which looking ahead will probably be when I’m in Switzerland, i.e. November.

Currently...

1. in need of some sleep, and...
2. in quite desperate need of a shave.

People who wonder why I post such shit don’t understand that, when I am short on time, the purpose of this blog shifts almost entirely to “Piss off Des”.

Bonus links

Tards with Mics, and Tards with Mics II.

On the back it reads: “....and remember you don’t need the luck of the irish to sell your home with Sharon Nolan”.

Lame!

In this episode we look at Bugzilla. You can read more about Usability Reviews over at Des’s blog.

Apologies for the audio and video quality... we had no external microphone and our tripod was four chairs, along with a cushion and a copy of the Evening Herald.

Peter Neill’s blog of horrendous incidents

You’re sincerely a moron,
This Week’s Dave

That's just one platform. The north-bound platform is just the same.

Although most of the ads had some pretty painful copy, the worst example of is the ad shown below. It’s the last word that really brings the pain.

I’ll upload the rest to Flickr when I have a chance.

I don’t know what annoys me more... the fact that I spent good money on a shitty sandwich, or the fact that I still ate the whole thing.

On Tuesday, my friend Phil and I were trying to think of somewhere to grab food after swimming. While we were doing that, I remembered I didn't have any cash on me, so we headed to the Bank of Ireland ATMs on Westmoreland Street.

On the left ATM, I felt that there was something fishy about it. I could see some loose connectors behind one of the clear plastic panels, and the face-plate seemed a bit raised. We walked over to the ATM on the right, and I noticed that the face-plate there was a different colour and shape. We walked back to the first ATM, and I told the two girls who were just about to use it that I suspected it had been tampered with. I started to take down the number from the ATM on my phone.

Enter crazy person number one

A homeless man with a crutch walked up to us and got extremely close; he was about two feet from us. Because of how he was positioned, he had effectively trapped us between him and the wall. He leaned in and croaked: “D’ya have any change?”

I’m not a huge fan of people trying to intimidate me, so I told him “No, sorry” and tried to walk off. In disbelief, he shouted back: “D’ya not have any money for me leg?”

He pulled up his left trouser leg to reveal a perfectly rectangular open wound on his lower shin. It was clearly infected; yellow and so horrible to look at it even defeated my strong stomach. I felt like getting sick.

To those reading this who are from the States, I should point out that our health care system means he could just go to the hospital and have it treated, for free.

I’m a fan of neither physical intimidation or being shown open, infected wounds, so both Phil and I said sorry and tried to slip by him. He took offense at this and shouted in my ear: “Ah gerh away ourra dah! Go home an’ suck yer da’s cock!”

As we walked away, I dialed the number from the ATM to report its suspicious appearance. The crazy guy must have seen this as, while the phone dialed, he began shouting after me: “Gerh away ya bollox, ya fuckin’ rah!”

What a pleasant chap.

We went to Lemon Jelly (who were playing Cinematic Orchestra, legends) and had a crepe. After that, we started up the nearby alley to Dame Street, to head up to Starbucks for some coffee.

Enter crazy person number two

We saw a woman in here fifties or sixties coming towards us, shouting something I couldn’t quite make out. As we got closer, I realised what it was. Over and over, she was shouting “God wasn’t a bastard! People are bastards! God was never a bastard!”

We got closer and she looked at us, and changed her words to “God was born in a stable! With animals!”

I tell you, they are after me. Hey, at least the stable lady wasn’t trying to threatening me. That’s a fairly major improvement.

Behind my head.

Asshole.

At least it’s not a pigeon.

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