May 24th, 2006

sigh, emily

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What the hell is up with LJ's update page? I can manage ultra-basic html, thanks! And there isn't even an option for "blockquote" - how will I format my recap-of-the-Dr-Who-recap now?

Anyway, I'm just really posting to distract myself from the review I am trying to write of a very, very, very boring book. I really don't see the point of this book - it's not campily so-bad-it's entertaining like Patricia Scanlan, it's not genuinely good and funny like Marian Keyes. It's not a trashy page turner. It's totally and utterly humourless. I don't know why anyone would want to read it. And that is all I can think of saying about it. Unfortunately, I've been asked to write 400 words on it, most of which will probably turn out to be a summary of the dull plot because otherwise I'll end up getting meaner and meaner about its every little fault.

However, last week my work was to read Just In Case, the new book from Meg 'How I live Now' Rosoff, which is absolutely amazing and features a hero with an imaginary dog. So it's not all bad. And I am also reading a totally addictive series of VERY silly teen witch books. Which is almost enough to distract me from the icy freezing weather. It's not just Ireland, though (for once). On Sky News last night the weather forcaster said that the weather across Ireland and Britain was so bad that (in despairing tones) "the only thing to do is to flee the country, ha ha". But you could tell he meant it. However, all of Europe is apparently suffering from this unseasonable chill, and apparently the nearest place that is vaguely experiencing its usualMay weather is Sardinia. Sardinia! That's how far I have to go to get some sun!
worried mina

clotted cream

While walking down Abbey Street towards my tap class this evening, I saw a large billboard advertising those well known patrons of slave labour, Irish Ferries. What marketing ploy could the beleagured slave drivers have dreamed up now?

The poster was emblazoned with the words "Don't be a clot!" over an image of comfortably outstretched legs. It took a moment for me to realise that they were advising us to avoid the dangers of deep vein thrombosis by choosing to travel by ferry instead of by plane. In case you were wondering whether they'd started ferrying people to Australia, I can tell you that they are still just going to Britain and France. Lest we forget, a flight from Dublin to London lasts about 50 minutes. My bus journey home from town takes longer than that in really bad traffic, and I'm pretty sure my blood flow isn't going to sieze up in that time, although perhaps I should invest in those special "flight socks" they sell in Boots next time I get the 45 (its route doesn't have bus lanes). Anyway, it's good to know that Irish Ferries are saving us from the dangers of all those long haul flights to Birmingham and Glasgow. And as for the ferries Cherbourg and Le Havre, well, it's about bloody time! How do they expect us to survive the epic trek to Charles de Gaulle or - heaven forfend - Toulouse airport?

Of course, it's not the classiest billboard around. That honour goes to this.