Author Archives: Stoo

I do well to keep myself to myself in the early morning.  This is due largely in part to the massive crowd of crazy Irish that has come out of the woodwork for the all day bender.  The DJ has started early, the Guinness hats, shamrocks and green curly wigs are all over the shop, …

I’ve mentioned before that Friday’s are generally a day of rest.  This one is no different, and despite protests from a few sources, I’m resigned to staying in and preparing myself for tomorrow.  For tomorrow dear reader as you will very well know, is St Patrick’s day, and I find myself in an Irish hostel.  …

Thursday is here again.  Ahhhh Thursday.  The new black.  Certainly the new Friday.  Or the old one.  I’ve been partying on a Thursday for as long as I can remember, and it appears that with each new city I visit, Thursday seems to always come out fighting.  I love going out on weeknights, not as …

I’ve not slept very well at all and I’ve woken with a thunderous headache and that usual horrible empty feeling from when something hasn’t gone according to plan the night before.  I spend most of the early morning trying to forget about what happened and get back to sleep.  I’m developing a slow release bastard …

So correct me if I’m wrong.  Perhaps I’m seriously out of touch with reality, but I assumed (apparently in grave error) that when you ask someone out on a date and they say ‘yes’  it means there is a mutual attraction.  I don’t ask my friends out on dates.  I ask a girl that I …

I’m still in a buoyant mood although I wake up far too late and feel as though I’ve not slept.  I don’t do anything for the entire day, except savour my weekend, and mentally prepare myself for my date tomorrow.  Girls are like buses… There is a certain bittersweet anticipation that goes with preparing for …

Today is a bit dark.  Literally.  The clock is all off as I wake up at around 8pm.  Eat when you’re hungry, drink when you’re thirsty, sleep when you’re tired.  Well I certainly slept.  I slept the sleep of champions.  And the sleep of the totally inebriated. Julia approaches me and grins something to do …

The hostel thrives with activity by the time I surface in the afternoon.  I’m willing to bet my bed is in the worst place imaginable, right by the door to the hall, right by the main entrance.  My alarm clock has been a cacophony of different accents and laughter, giddy squeals from girls and haughty …

Once again I wake up with the sun going down.  Once again within a few hours and after I attempt a Chinese take away, people are persuading me to go out again.  I’ve lost the ability to do two massive nights out in a row.  I’ve also lost the ability to finish the special fried …

The days begin to roll into one.  There are many occasions at the moment when finding something to write about is pretty damn difficult.  I need to start carrying a pad and pen around with me so when a genius idea pops into my head I won’t forget it.  I’m lying on a bunk bed …