Wednesday, February 22, 2017

London's Calling.

We were doing a comprehension lesson on the London underground today. We were working out how many lines there are and which one would you use to get from one place to another.
Class finished with a quiz. The kids made up clues and we had to work out what station they were referring to. I read out the clues.....

He's from Peru and eats marmalade.

Abba lost the battle here.

A colourful car.

Then I came to this one.
People don't wear underwear here.
Sniggers from the class!
They all got the right answer


Tuesday, February 14, 2017

All the motivation I need.

I was in RTE for a radio interview with RTE Lifestyle. Taragh and I had just settled at our microphones when word came into the studio.

"Mr Motivator is in the building!!!"
Taragh and I looked at each other and legged it out the door in search of our hero.

He wasn't too hard to find, as his multi-coloured outfit was something Joseph would have been proud of! He was an absolute gentleman and said such nice things to me, even though he obviously hadn't a clue who I was or what on earth I was doing there.But who cares?

He looked amazing. I can't believe he's 63 . He looked in his 40's.
Soon we had an audience. Some cute English lads came out of another studio and stopped to take photos. Mr Motivator went off for his interview and we toddled back down the corridor. We were talking to the English guys and prattling on about how excited we were about meeting such an iconic celebrity!
We parted company and Taragh and I settled back down and composed ourselves. It was then that it struck me
"Taragh", I asked "do you have any idea who those guys were?"
"No", she admitted.
"What if they're someone really famous that everyone would give their kidney to meet, and there we were going on about how brilliant it was to meet Mr Motivator!"
 I wracked my brain but still had no idea, All I'm sure of, is that they weren't Take it doesn't matter!

Friday, February 10, 2017

Ring of Fire.

When Operation Transformation season 10 started in January I was really jealous that I wasn't in it this year.Trying to console myself I reflected
"Well look on the bright side. At least you'll never have to do another fire brigade challenge!"
Then I got asked the question
"Would you like to come back and do a fire brigade challenge against the current leaders?"
"Of course I would!" I jumped at the chance.

I was delighted to meet up with my partners-in-crime, Clare and Lucy along with Siobhán and Mark from two years ago.

As the current leaders were not to know who they were up against, so we were spirited into the Training centre and hidden away until they were ready for us. we had a bit of time to kill. I think I lost my calling as a chief fire officer.

Soon we were called out onto the training ground. A quick face off against the leaders and then it was ACTION!
In the next 20 minutes we jumped from a two storied building, zip lined to a fire truck., loaded it with 10 fire hoses and 20 extinguishers, PULLED the truck to the fire engine, unload it, rolled out three fire hoses and then put out a fire. PHEW. We were neck and neck until.......DISASTER. We got to the fire only to be told we'd left the nozzle back in the fire engine. By the time we ran back to get it the others had turned on their hose and we were defeated.

Of course we would have loved to have won but if we had to lose, then it couldn't have been to a nicer bunch of people.

Afterwards we had our lunch together. We were very conscious of the fact that we were eating baked potatoes and suchlike, but they were on their salads. But it didn't phase them.

I'm the rebel in blue!
Signs on it. They all had great weight losses this week. Well done lads!

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Who wore it better?

I was transfixed watching the weather forecast this evening. No, it wasn't because of the arctic like weather that the weather girl was promising. Rather it was the dress she was wearing.
"Where have I seen it before?"

Then I had a flashback to my 50th birthday party.
B@#*$ stole my style!

Monday, January 23, 2017

Laughter is the best medicine.

One of the best presents from my niece Emma.



For relief from the symptoms of wrinkles and crow's feet.

Warning: May cause weight gain if used incorrectly.
Directions: Simply break off the desired dosage and consume. You should quickly be overcome by stress- releasing endorphins and no longer be concerned in the slightest about your wrinkles.

NOT TO BE TAKEN seriously.



Monday, January 16, 2017

You can't make old friends.

Our first friends are usually the result of Geography. We lived on the same road as the McKeoghs. We are roughly around the same age and so our first friendship was born. The McKeoghs would call in for us on the way to school. Those were the glorious, carefree days when it was possible to let your kids walk a mile to school, unaccompanied by any adult.It took us about half an hour to get there in the morning and about an hour and a half to get home in the afternoon. That was because it consisted of blackberry picking, chestnut gathering and bursting the bubbling tar with your toes.
Funnily enough I can't remember any rainy days only sunny ones.
That was when Martina and I became friends.

A few years later we were hiding behind Tess Fulham's pump house to spy on the guy we fancied as he made his way home.
Years passed and we went on our own pathways in life but still remained firm friends. We didn't need to be on the phone to each other every day or even every week. But when we did pick up the phone it was as if we had never been apart.
We celebrated Martina's 30th in Galway.

Don't judge us by our hairstyles. It was the 90's, the decade that taste forgot!

That only seemed like the other year so how was it that we were celebrating Martina's 50th this weekend?

All I can say is the years have been kind to us....and thank God for GHD's!

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Rock me Mama......

We set off on a roadtrip to Killarney for New Year's weekend. On the Friday night we found ourselves in a pub (surprise, surprise) to hear the band Ruaille Buaille.
During the evenings festivities we heard a bit of a commotion in the corner. There was a young man surrounded by women, all eager to get a selfie.
"Who's that?" I asked my colleagues.
They looked at me in horror.
"Don't you recognise Nathan Carter?"
Well I obviously didn't!
Of course I'd heard of him but I'm not a major fan of Country music so I wouldn't have been googling him at any stage!
Of course not wanting to be left out we made our way over to him and pestered him for a photo.

I may not have been a fan before, but I am now. He was genuinely a really nice fella. He must have been p***ed off being hassled on his night off when he was just trying to have a few drinks with his mates. But instead of being a diva, he stood in for every photo and chatted and laughed with his "admirers". Fair dues.

Today we were almost reunited again...on the cover of RSVP magazine.

Now if only Killian Byrne hadn't gotten in the way :)