I think I ate 6 potato waffles when I got in last night. I only think this because the evidence I have is the empty box in the recycling pile, and the plate on the counter with the mayonnaise and ketchup smears on it. Last night was fun, no make that Fun.

I had my first coffee in a Dublin starbucks yesterday evening. I am not proud of it, but at least I've done it now, and remember that it was vile (bad drink choice maybe but I was put off ordering what I wanted by it costing more than €4) and will avoid it again. I was meeting Mark when he was done soundchecking in Crawdaddy, but had some time to kill. I walked all around the block, there were 2 Cafe Sols, Coffee Society, Pig & Heifer Deli, and Insomnia - all shut at 630 on a saturday evening. Only Star**cks was open, so I went there and paid €3.40 I think for the smallest latte they had. Don't even get me started on 'tall' being small - thats not just them, but it is stupid. How do the many other coffee shops in dublin expect to stop the encroaching of the coffee monolith if they can't serve me a hot beverage at 630 in the fecking evening?

(Speaking of american coffee stuff, there's a really good promo on TG4 at the moment where a bean an ti is serving up the bricfeasta to her irish college students and one of them is american and asks for a double decaf latte with soy or something. Makes me giggle anyway)