...and when I went up for a hot-up I discovered a giant creepy-crawly in the teapot. To my credit I didn't freak out too much at all which was surprising given the circumstances. I'd just drunk a whole cup of it. Drank buckets of water then. Can't go near the teapot since. Unfortunately for you, I couldn't get it together to take a photo of it. This is a carefully supervised reconstruction. Please do not attempt to replicate it at home. 
On Saturday afternoon, myself and Mark were sitting at a picnic table in the sun outside St. Lawerence market sharing a snapple and a cookie (well I ate all the cookie) chatting a bit as you do, for about 15 minutes. A rather feeble old lady with those mad squarey wrap around shades had sat down at the other end of the table from us. When we were finished, and got up to go in and buy posh cheese and overpriced tomatoes, the lady said "excuse me" to me, "what was that language you were speaking?". I'd understand if we had big mad cork or northern accents, but really lady! I told her "english, but with Irish accents" Bless the old dear, she was scarleh'
Went to see lady-band Defenders of Rawk on saturday night. Now I think giving yourselves a name like that is asking for trouble, but they were deadly. Makes me want to be in a band. (Level 43 anyone?) Julie, of being pregnant fame (and Damian's sis lord help her) sang a great cover of Psycho Killer. She's a trooper, played her guitar sorta slung round the side of her 8-months-gone bump. Baby's first gig.
Dinner in Graham and Megan's on Sunday. Graham is very flaw-hoo-lock (spell that properly there in the comments for me someone - flaithulach?) with the invites. He was off rockin' and returned as the oven timer signalled dinner is ready. Excellent washer upper though he was. Megan, Queen of Good Housekeeping Toronto '05 made this triple chocolate cheesecake.
booked flight to atlanta. Not sure where i'm going to magic the money from, but looking forward to it all the same. Should be hot.
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Hmm. Not liking the spider in the tea story. Maybe that's why Mal doesn't like tea.
When myself and Julie were in Toronto many moons ago, a lady came over to our table as we were eating, and told us herself and her husband had been watching us. Apparently we "eat funny". That's because we don't use our forks like shovels.
Flathuileach / flaithiulach / flathulach. Any of those could technically be correct. 2nd one looks best to me but who knows. I'm thinking there are fadas on it somewhere - maybe on the u? Might drop an email to someone who would have a more definitive answer - oh the exciting ways I spend my lunchbreak...
i'll have to assume the 'flaw-hoo-lock' is not in the language of my birth, as i am thoroughly mystified.
you went to see da Defenders? how were they?
~~heh...
triple chocolate cheesecake? i'd kill for a bite of some right now. seriously. kill.
Verdict is that it's flaithiúlach. From someone with a bit more knowledge than me...
Monica?
(it means generous as gaelige (in irish) damian
ah-ha - like Slainte and Failte and Sinn Fein and Bono and whatnot. Excellent. Teach me more proper Irish, says I.
Jill, that tea story reminds me of the awful occasion when Dermot made me tea in the batter and the milk was gone off (duddler's sniggering beside me here)
HELLO? gone off milk is NOT the same as a MONSTER in your TEA! Are you mental? (hi rach!)
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