5:30 Blink Blink

Going to ye olde London tomorrow on a plane and I am overly excited....I love going other places but my plane/train/bus missing paranoia is likely to leave me really tired by the time I reach the Media conference at about mid-morning as I am raising my head at about 5:30am.....I'm not sure there is actual life at that time....definately not sure I've ever seen that time on purpose....unless I've been up all night and have been dancing like loon and not noticed the time till 7....which always tends to be the time we all go ohh...its the next morning....but I haven'r purposefully ever thought....mmm ohh its 5:30am....that is until tomorrow morning.

Barcelona

Last weekend I went with my family to Barcelona, the people who had already been left my ears ringing with the endorsement that I would love it and its just the city for me. They weren't wrong, amazing gaudi architecture, amazing tapas in the bars, and amazing people to watch from people watching cafes....it was nice and mild. Came back to a flat that was freezing and attempted to warm myself up with tea.....didn't work....ahh well.....I'll be back again sometime this year.

Australia

The Belfast Poets have been invited to do a tour of Australia, and we are going to work towards this in August complete with fundraising for a little battered tour bus.

Can't wait to go, I'd say it'd be great craic....Sydney, Victoria and Melbourne here we come.

In Prague this is a police car

Sleepy Dutch Cat

I was in a lovely wee bar in Amsterdam near the hostel on my recent holiday there drinking a smoothie (yep, me? a smoothie) and I looked accross only to see a cat jump up on the counter and proceed in falling asleep.....it was so peaceful even when a couple sat down beside it and had a very heated conversation over it. Wish you could see cats do that in pubs here.

On Being invited to Blackpool

I've been invited to Blackpool and I just realised that I have only ever been to England on the way to somewhere else. Over here in Northern Ireland we are nearly as anglophile as the English are, only our culchie Irishness keeps us in check. In fact I'll be in England on the way to Prague on holiday.

So, maybe next year i will go to Blackpool and view its pleasure beach and climb the tower and realise how cold it feckin'is.