sexy tea

well it was worth getting married for the ability to go into brown thomas with vouchers and buy the sexiest teapot ever! That was my tagline not theirs, but I reckon mine sums it up.

Then to congratulate ourselves for successfully buying a skillety grill pan, a teeny coffeepot, said sexy-teapot, and a knife block with built-in cookbook stand (yes really!) in the BT deadly sale we went and ate in Italially with Mal and KK, young people about town that they are. Well KK, or Mal, or both, is a mad person magnet. In close proximity there was a man begging with a 'no food, no home, no dignity' sign written in permanent marker to the left of the mouse bit on a mac powerbook not dissimilar to the one i'm typing on this second, except his was bigger. Then sharing our table was a middle aged madser who asked 'do you like the queen?', 'do you like mary mcaleese?', 'do you like israel?', 'do you like communism?', 'do you like morocco?' and told us that the EEC, yes the EEC, is too white and christian. He also invited us to go on a British Navy aircraft carrier with him on friday afternoon, and to meet Mary Mcaleese on saturday morning. When I remarked that he was fairly well connected and told me to relax. Ah a fine wednesday evening in dublin, sure where else would you be? (well I'd say Take That in the RDS was fairly good too, but I wouldnt like that sort of thing oh no.)