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Here's a question for any serious smokers - how the hell do you do it? Not that I'm really looking for tips or anything, but I smoked about six cigarettes last night and my lungs feel like they've been turned into sandpaper this morning. Imagine if I'd smoked ten, or (heaven forfend) twenty - I'd probably be dead. Or at least unable to take proper breaths. It was Patsington's birthday (he thanks all of you who kindly sent him birthday wishes!) and we were dining in a fancy place with his family, where I stuffed myself to the gills, and then met some chums for drinks. Typically, the bould Patsington only made the decision to have birthday drinks at about eleven o'clock on the morning of his birthday, so it was a select gathering, but a fun one.

Until, that is, we tried to get a taxi and experienced a flashback to the pre-deregulation days when you had to wait hours and hours to get a taxi in the wee hours of the morning. For there wasn't a free taxi to be seen, and the kerbs were dotted with people trying to flag down even the ones that didn't have their lights on. And it was FREEZING. We ended up walking practically to Ballsbridge to pick one up rather than standing in an icy queue - when it's that cold I'd rather be moving - and tumbled into bed at about four in the morning. Which is why I woke up today at twelve in the afternoon. Oh, the debauchery.

Today, however, there will be no drinking or flag waving or any other activity associated with March 17th. Because I hate Saint Patrick's day and the surrounding nonsense (I'm a St Patrick's day Grinch!), and I am not going anywhere NEAR the booze-filled city centre. Instead, I am going to stay at home and drink tea and read Julia Quinn novels. So there. My horrible teenage neighbours, however, seem to be starting the party early, as what woke us up at twelve was blaring music and what can only be described as hooting and hollering, as these repellent brats seem to be unable to listen to anything without singing along at the tops of their dischordant voices and interjecting whoops between every few lines. This'll probably go on ALL WEEKEND so God help us all.



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Mar. 17th, 2006 03:05 pm (UTC)
God help you indeed. It's HORRIFYING here, and so I cannot imagine how horrifyingly intense it must be in Dublin. JAYSUS.
Mar. 17th, 2006 03:23 pm (UTC)
I notice that "here" for you is Toronto. I have you beat -- I live in NEW YORK CITY.

Mar. 17th, 2006 03:19 pm (UTC)
So which Julia Quinn novels are you reading? I've read To Marry A Marquis, which I really enjoyed - The Rules in the only society which really is that codified - and To Catch An Heiress which was OK but a bit too much feisty woman finally meeting her match for my liking.
Mar. 17th, 2006 03:57 pm (UTC)
I'm reading To Sir Philip With Love, the fifth of her Bridgerton books (it just arrived from Amazon yesterday along with the other two books in the series) and it's very entertaining. I think her Bridgerton books are the best - I've read the first four (The Duke and I, The Viscount Who Loved Me, Romancing Mr Bridgerton and An Offer from a Gentleman. They're all about the same family, and they are very funny and charming. What I like about them is that while they're formulaic, they do have plots - it's not just feisty girl meets surly man, fight, flirt, figh, flirt, anachronistic pre-marital sex, marriage. There's more to the story than just the romance, which is cool. And the characters are just genuinely likeable - the only other historical romance novels I've read are Meg cabot's, because I love her teen stuff, and while they were okay, nearly all of the heroes were the stereotypical sullen surly Mr Rochesters. They were just too unsympathetic to care about. Whereas the Quinn heroes tend to be funny and kind as well as devilishly handsome. And the heroines tend to be very sympathetic underdogs whose happy endings seem well deserved, which I like.

I've also read How to Marry...., which I liked too, and the only other standalone book I've read was Dancing at Midnight which sounds like To Catch An Heiress - fun but a bit formulaic and plotless with a feisty bluestocking heroine. But I strongly recommend any of the Bridgerton books - they are perfect brain candy and you can read one in just a few hours!
Mar. 17th, 2006 05:04 pm (UTC)
Have you read any Georgette Heyer? The Grand Sophy is one of my all-time favourite books, very funny, and I've enjoyed all the others of hers that I've read, especially the Regency ones. Frederica and The Black Sheep spring to mind as others I enjoyed. I must read some more soon.
Mar. 17th, 2006 03:30 pm (UTC)
After spending the last 2 SPDs in Washington at the party of the season, I'm very much enjoying the fact I haven't yet seen a single green anything today. I am going to a reception this evening, but it'll be pretty quiet and I don't think there are any Oirish pubs on my route there.
Mar. 17th, 2006 04:51 pm (UTC)
I always laugh out loud at my desk when you describe the latest antics of your horrible neighbors. They hadn't made an appearance in your LJ for a while and I missed them. I'm sorry that you have to put up with them, but they do make for entertaining reading. :)
Mar. 17th, 2006 08:18 pm (UTC)
I had actually forgotten it was St Patrick's Day until I saw Google had gone all shamrocky. The only thing I have ever really enjoyed about it was singing St P's Breastplate at school.

Mar. 17th, 2006 09:20 pm (UTC)
My smoking gets less and less frequently, but I smoke more when I do smoke. What usually happens now is that I feel absolutely fine the day after I've smoked (and I'll probably have got drunk and smoked half a packet or more) but AWFUL the day after that. It really is the lung-cleaning part that hurts, not the just-having-smokey-lungs thing.
Mar. 21st, 2006 10:18 am (UTC)
I dunno, I always feel worst the day after - perhaps your cigarettes are just sneakier, and are lulling you into a false sense of security before going in for the kill...
Mar. 19th, 2006 01:22 pm (UTC)
romance is not dead??
I've been keeping my head down over Paddy's weekend - as a friend and I drove out of the city to the Wicklow hills yesterday we observed that we seemed to be travelling through Scanger Fest incorporating Vomit Fest, a wholly owned subsidiary of Scanger Fest.

So who is this Julia Quinn? Look at how many books these people are selling! I started a chick lit novel for National Novel Writing Month, but if there are these kinds of bucks to be made, I am totally considering revisiting the idea.

chapters 1&2 here for the terminally bored - http://www.nanowrimo.org/userinfo.php?uid=75684
Mar. 21st, 2006 10:13 am (UTC)
Re: romance is not dead??
I am seriously considering trying for a career as a historical romance writer - it's apparently the easiest way to get fiction published, and if I have to write crap for a living I'd rather write silly romances than boring newspaper features, which is what I currently do. The only historical romances I've read have been by smart feminists like Quinn, Jennifer Crusie and Meg Cabot, and they're all genuinely charming and entertaining as well as silly. I wouldn't mind writing that sort of thing all day...
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