a bedroom to tidy, projects to review and shirts to iron

In some ways I still feel I am in college, I feel the need to live in the city centre partially because thats where I did live while in college, I in some ways feel an attachment to Trinity College.

I really shouldn't. It is a place that took a lot from me, even though it gave me a lot. Friendships made and some lost, eventually a degree and a hell of a lot of memories, not all of them happy ones. I seem to care still for the organisations I was involved in, I still enjoy being in some way attached, but the social umbilical chord is almost entirely gone away.

It is passing; slowly but surely I am building a life away from what was the centre of my world. I have a job which is hard but rewarding, I have a lovely little house (with two disparate housemates - one a very old friend, one a new one) and I have a healthy disregard for the things that have passed, or so I keep telling myself anyway. My attitude has changed as well, in some ways much closer to an idea of selfishness that I do despair for, but in the real world nobody else has your back and there are those who would piggyback on it if they thought it would get them somewhere. Those people are shaken off, despite how much I wanted to help some of them, I have to focus on my career for a while yet.

The Summer brought real world events to the world in my head, a dose of reality I think was needed but it was a shock in its severity. There are people forever closed off now, because of circumstances and events far beyond the control of the everyday. One fried of mine has lost more than I can conceive of, others lose it still as their sadness and powerlessness goes on. Still; we, at time, are of such little consequence that the wider world doesn't even blink when things fall around us. The jigsaw puzzle only gets bigger the more pieces an individual manages to attach.

Shot through the peephole of my wonderful new abode, come visit sometime.



On politics and the big bad world, Henry handled the ball, we saw, you saw it, everybody saw it. But it is the nature of the beast that nothing will come of the calls for a replay. Frankly we would lose that match now, the big stage is something the Irish team seems only able to step up to when fervour is peaking and a replay will simply not have the emotive intensity required, but hey I can hope. Someone in work had the excellent suggestion of simply bringing both teams to Wembley and having a penalty shoot out behind closed doors, at this stage it wouldn't be beyond the realm of reality after the farcical manner the play offs were organised to ensure the big teams play in South Africa.

The all out strike for the 24th of this month is short sighted and as I dig my heels further into the private sector where performance is the only way to progress I feel little more than indifference to the cuts coming. Ridiculous as they are, this country consistently elected the morons in charge. When that changes and the particular generation of fools who believed that pints/pubs and building more houses pass from power then I will re-engage. I am sick of the short sighted and reactionary so called politics of this country. In some ways I am so happy to have stayed here after being offered a placement in the UK, but this is only for professional reasons, Irishness is no longer something I am proud of. Too many small minds have ruined the country that had such a big voice on the world stage, only now to fall quiet as we rush to plug holes in a collapsing dyke that only barely holds back economic meltdown.

But for now on a quiet Sunday evening after a thoroughly up and down weekend the real world calls away from such musings and reminds me I have a bedroom to tidy, projects to review for work and shirts to iron.