Monday, October 31, 2005

At last I managed to get this film at bargain basement price. And what a shock to find its nothing like Two Smoking Barrels or Snatch. So if you liked them this might not be your cup of tea. In fact its more of a serious gangster film and I enjoyed it once I relised this is what I was getting. The ending though did take me by surprise. Although on this disc there are a couple of other rubbish ending you can veiw as well.

Sunday and Big-L and me went on a trip. In fact if you were up on Sunday morning of the 23rd of October ( and being that we had celebrated Norf's 30th Burthday down the Rainbow the night before I doubt any I knew was up) you would have seen a convoy of MX5's heading down the M5 from Frankly service to Ross On Wye. A few mistakes on directions and we eventualy got there. Lucky the weather was holding out and we had our top down all the way and for the drive around the area after. The drive was followed by a three course dinner which the dessert was great. A hugh peice of cheese cake. Most yummy. After this a quiz, which one round was about MX5's. And what surprised Big-L even more was the fact I didn't know that many answers! Most of them were date related.

From Ross on Wye we headed to Birmingham where we had tickets to watch the Kisser Chiefs knidly given to us by Di and Greg for being the Ushers at their wedding. Also present was Sarh and Gaz and Kiren the Big Coke drinker.

The line up after a quick drink in Scruufy Murphys was two bands I had not heard off, The Cribs and a band that seemed to have a following Maximo Park.

Can't say the Cribbs over whelmed me with enthusisaism but they weren't dire either.

Now Maximo Park were the buisness and very soon they too are going to be big there no don't about it. In fact if the Kisser Cheifs don't watch out they could out do them!

Then the Kisser Cheifs came on and that thought of being outdone went striaght out of my head. Can't say I liked the new songs at all mind, but this gig was good, apart from my loud singing of course.

The week flew by one way or anther with working late and getting up early. Only on the first couple of days mind but this really messed me up and I was tired for the rest of the week. When Friday did come round I manged to stay in with steak and kidney pie and chips> i watched the latest USA version of Lost followed by another download tv series Jail Break or Prision Break or something like that. Yet another great drama. Saturday I got up went down the post office and spent 170 spondunies on road tax for the Eunos. Then I nipped up town to get my hair cut, buy some service parts for my Cavalier and buy document snowboard from W/H Smiths for 2 spondunnies. Oddly the girl behind the desk inputted only two quid from the 'free' catolgue marke 2 quid on the back instead of 3:95. Bargain. I nipped into Thomas Cook to get some snowboarding brouchers in the bid to decide where to go for my second boarding holiday.

It was pizza for Tea again and then off up Wolvo for some beers. Pubs visited were Moonies, Wlakabout and the Passada where we sat in the beer garden and watched the clouds move by at tremendous speed. But this was not to be the highlight of the night....

that would be the fact the bus window got put through in Coven when some yob through a bottle at it. Nice one - the police got called but I was well on my wasy home by then.

Sunday morning came all to fast and with it heavy rain. The footie pitch was sodden but the game had not been called off. Rainbow were a goal down in the first 10 seconds! things weren't looking good and I headed to the changing rooms to watch the match from the dry. Neil Allen made his come back after his injury of a broken toe! And for once he actually seemed to play and move through out the game. Perhaps he should break his toes more often! I found the game depressing - and so I could not bare going to the Rainbow to get even more depressed. Les dropped me off home before I headed out in the Eunos to go and see my Uncle.

Latter on Sunday night I went to the mives with Les to see Saw II! Crumbs, crikey and bloody. In the first miuntes I was squirming in my seat! Nasty nasty nasty. I thought the end was rubbish mind. But then I guess they want to make a third!

I've edited all the Irish photos now just to scann in some of the tickets and stuff... Great eh.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

I thought I'd give you a glimpse of the Irish Rock Collection I have. Although you can't really appreciate their beauty from this photo. However Deadmanjones might say is there not something missing?

Could it be this? A prize chunk of rock. Perhaps you'll get to see it soon?

While over in Ireland I also picked this gem up. Big-L took one look at me and said 'I'm not buying a motor bike'. So at least he's up for doing some ludicrous journey around the world. Having now researched the route they took it is obvious that the cavalier will not make it that way. Well lets face it they didn't make it on their BMW bikes if the complete truth is told. So far, so close but not quite. At least they gave it a go. Obviously not much to see in the USA as there was only one episode of eight of the journey to cover that part.

Thursday night brought a stone towards the cavaliers windscreen and that was the end of that. I dug out the insurance papers and gave them a ring to get a replacement sorted.

Friday I stayed in and watched The House of Wax. Odd and enjoyable. I wouldn't go out of your way to watch it but if your into this kind of film it could have been so so much worse.

Saturday and the cavalier gets its sparkling new windscreen - wow I can see the road so clearly now! The rest of the day is spent rewritting the jk-images web pages as I buggered them up and never kept a backup copy of version 2. Anyway version 3 now exisitings and a backup copy it just need to be downloaded.

For a change we spend Saturday night in Stafford. Now its been a long long long while since I've been for a night out in Stafford

And I was very pleasantly suprised how good the pubs where now. And it made a nice change to Wolvo anyway. The curry at the Curry Kuteer was well below par mind. Where are the 'proper' balti dishes! A quick Kipp round my brothers and its Sunday morning

big-L wakes me up telling me he's cooking me breakfast round his and to get up and collect him for the footie. Wow what a game and the Rainbow make it to 4:3 just before the final whistle. It was close mind! Off we head to the Rainbow for some victory drinks, chips, sausages and chicken nuggets! All this takes it out of me and I end up retiring to bed for 3 hours to 5pm! Odd that perhaps it had something to do with that Old Westons Cider last night?

Sunday night I kept my eyes open by watching The Day After Tommorrow, not what I expected the film about but enjoyable never the less and perhaps the films hinting at something in an educational manner?

Two new albums pop through the letter box. The Cure by The Cure an odd title considering its about their 8th album. Usual type sounds and pleasant enough although inside the book it does tell you to listen to it loud and with the volume pumped right up. Do they want me to annoy the neighbours further?

Something a little more gentle is finally Woken by Jem, which at first I thought what a load of tosh I have bought here (apart from the singles) but it does grow on you. Not outstanding though just pleasant.

Its been ages since I got on my snowboard and my Snowdome membership is up at the end of this month. So off I went to Tamworth to the fake snow and the fake mountain. On went the board and the feeling of this doesn't feel right with 4 seconds of going downhill before I landed flat on my back. It all came back to me pritty quickly though after that fall and was well impressed by the end of the night if not rather tired.

At last the Depeche Mode Playing The Angel finally lands on the floor in the hall. Well I haven't listened to it properly yet - but I would like to say why oh why have they copy protected it. Its makes it a pain to convert it to minidisc yet actually fails in preventing copying it so why bother and so is now on minidisc so the fingers up to you. It makes you want to go and purchase a pre ripped copy - will they never learn? Blundering fools.

Tuesday night I pack my bag for swimming and head off to the MX5 club at the Bradford Arms. I'm in for a surprise though as they have arranged for 3 MkIII's to be there and yep were allowed to take them for a drive. So bye bye goes the swimming session as I wait my turn to take one to Gailey Island and back. O so sweet if it wasn't that I had only bought my MkI earlier this year - and had 20000 spondunnies sitting in my bank account.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

And so the journey to the Part of Ireland we did not make it too was about to begin. Having collected Big-L from the Wolves match on Friday night we headed to Holyhead to catch the 2:30am ferry to Dublin in the knowledge that I'd booked a cabin for a small amount of sleep.

For the break of day we headed to the giddy heights of the Howth peninsula, where we also found a great cafe to serve us a Great traditional Breakfast with an entertaining waiter.

Our first stop was a bit further north to see the ancient tombs that are dotted around this area and the famous of them all Newgrange where something magical happens inside the tomb on the winter solest each December for a mere 19 minutes.

From here we head west after stopping at a couple of other places of interest - Hill of Tara - Trim Castel. On the far West of Ireland was our first base for a couple of days. The wonderful Westport and just as good Clew Bay Hotel.

Our first day consisted of heading west around the scenic coastal way all the way to Galway where our journey ended earlier in the year. From Westport we visited Aghagower before finally escaping its grasp of the R335 and the silver strand a piece of beech said to be better than the Key West beach in Florida, only without the crowds. From the beach heading further south you come across one of the more scenic drive parts - the Doo Lough Pass.

We stop at a waterfall just at the end of the Erriff River.

On to Cliffden and yet another beach and yet another prize specimen stone to collect. We follow the R341 haunted road to Roundstone whereafter the scenery becomes more baron.

And when you get to Golam head you think why why why would anyone want to live here. From the rocks you can see the Aran Islands mind!

For perhaps our cheapest meal of the whole of holiday we make our way to McDonaghs once more for prize fresh fish and chips! ahh nice nice nice.

A few hours latter we are back in picturesque Westport and ready for a few beers in the local pub and to watch Octopussy.

the next day we pack the car and head Norf via Newprot and Market Day (which a lot of sheep were being sold and I mean a lot) towards Achill Island. We drove around the southern coastal road along the cliffs and eventually up to the Third highest point on the mountain Minaun at 464 meters. Well I say we, we drove up it as far as you could then I climbed the last bit to what it was at the top leaving Big-L in the car. Well I should have known better because as you can see after a hard climb up there I was greeted by yet another Mary!

At the far end of the island on a very remote leg is Keem Bay. Tranquil waters and silver sand and time for another piece of rock!

When we eventually leave the island we head north towards Kellybeggs . However just south of Sligo we take a diversion to Knocknaree. Now Big-L didn't want to do this 45 minute climb either but he did do it. And there was no Mary at the top. Nope in fact under this pipe of rocks lies someone much more interesting (unless your religious I guess).

We stay in the Bay View Hotel which at first we think we are the only guests. But at breakfast time there are another 3 people in the hotel.

We make our way to Slevie Cliffs the highest in Europe and yet Big-L would not go up to the top. Its mighty windy and cold but Nack gets his jumper off climbers as far as is needed in his Tee shirt while the profeesinal walkers seem to have lots of layers on and waterproofs. What a bunch of puffs.

As we head north we come along another 'hotspot' the Glenesh Pass on the way to Ardara.

And just before Ardara we take a diversion to another waterfall and beach so big, so quiet and so beautiful. To the one side are some caves and here hid some locals when an army came. However when night fell one of there laterns was seen. All but one person was slaughtered. Before we worked out where the caves where we had come across a sign which had caves and an arrow. As the wind changed direction so did the direction the caves where in! Another great Irish sign!

Which is how we probably went off route slightly to see the statue of liberty! Yes in Ireland!

The next day we stay in Derry and after a tour of the area and the 'war zone'. The center of the town is walled, completely and properly no ruins here. And for a town you will find most of the major high street towns non existant - as due to the fighting they said they would never return. however on the outskirts of the town have been built retail parks where they now reside as mega stores!

Once the tour of Derry was done we did the tour of Inishowen - the most north peninsula of Ireland and southern Ireland at that. In fact to get to the most northerly bit we even drove down a track for around a mile - mile and a half. You could say we where on our own.

The thing was the offical most northly point you can get to by tarmac road and a cliff edge dotted with stone messages. Head east enough and eventaully you'll come across the Wee House too.

From Derry we headed East through Limavady, Coleraine, Portstewart, Portrush and onto our first major stop the Bushmills Distillary. Not sure LEs was impressed by the final product and can't say I'm much of whicky drinker either!

However it warmed me up inside enought to take the cliff side walk to the Giants Causeway even when it said it was to dangerous to due to high winds. In fact we just hadn't seen the sign until we return to the vistors center. Now you can either buy a souvenire of the giants causeway or just chip some off and take it home, but that would would naughty wouldn't it.

We move further East to Carrickarade Rope Bridge which as its name suggests should be a rope bridge but as Nack spotted the two main 'ropes' under the wooden boards seem to be mde of steel?!?!?! Still this did mean it was safe for Les to cross and yes I did send him across first. Its not that high if you don't look down!

We make it to Belfast and our home for 3 nights, the most famous hotel in Belfast - for being bombed that is. Well positioned with two bars of its own and two across the street, one being the famous Crown Saloon Bar.

The one thing worth seeing and doing in Belfast is the tour of the City Hall. There are a couple of other things to see as well such as the Albert Clock - think Big Ben then a lot smaller, now imagine it tilted to one side like the tower of Pizza.....

The Ring of Hope is well worth a look and the Big Fish is bigger than the story behind it. If you havn't eaten then Saturdays 'Farmers' market is just the ticket followed by an education visit to the Lagan Look Out Center which explains how they eventually hid all that smelly decomposing mud at the bottom of the river. There is also a modern Catherdal to feast your eyes on and if you wander down the right streets you can come along so rather intresting graffitte such as 'The Bastards burned us out but we will be back!' I nearly forgot to mention Samson and Galiath.

Eventually it was time to come home and so the Stena line took us to Scotlands Stranmraer. I love a bit of touring where next?


"Nowhere Near The End Of the Rainbow"
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