The Oubliette Poor List

Spare a thought for the billionaire
with his worthless stock and share
Now without a dime to spare
Oh, the poor poor billionaire.

The Oubliette Poor List

Spare a thought for the billionaire
with his worthless stock and share
Now without a dime to spare
Oh, the poor poor billionaire.

Here we go again...

So, how'd the reunion go you ask? Well...

1)there was much wanky business card swoppage...
2)no one had changed much at all...
3)(except) it appears everyone has come out since we left college...
4)Very little reproduction has been going on (which is reasonably explained by point 3)
5)but maybe people were a little nicer than they once were...


Only one of my plethora of arch-Nemesis's turned up. I was polite. Fixed my best 'I still really dislike you even though its fifteen years on, and no, that blonde hair does not suit you' smile. Thankfully most everyone else seemed to feel the same way and she fecked off again pretty quickly.

I drank Guinness, chatted to everyone a little. Found myself bonding with the Gamers, being a little bored by the die-hard Fine Gael / Fianna Failers. But overall, pleased I'd turned up.

But there seems to be a bit of a theme going on at the moment...This whole looking back business is catching it seems. What with recessions and IRA re-emergence Mr Oubliette was prompted to ponder - 'What, is it the 80's again?'

As is the norm in our household, current affairs are discussed on the school run. I like to listen to the news on the car radio, and the kids like to ask difficult questions. I enjoy the challenge of trying to simplify world events for their 6 and 8 year old minds. And they seem happy enough to indulge me. This morning the conversation covered colonialism, the planting of Ulster, The Troubles. The murders of the soldiers on Saturday night. The lads listened patiently. They asked questions that showed they understood.

What did they take from it all?

Well, they seemed the most appalled that the pizza guy had been shot.

I may need to work on my narrative.

Here we go again...

So, how'd the reunion go you ask? Well...

1)there was much wanky business card swoppage...
2)no one had changed much at all...
3)(except) it appears everyone has come out since we left college...
4)Very little reproduction has been going on (which is reasonably explained by point 3)
5)but maybe people were a little nicer than they once were...


Only one of my plethora of arch-Nemesis's turned up. I was polite. Fixed my best 'I still really dislike you even though its fifteen years on, and no, that blonde hair does not suit you' smile. Thankfully most everyone else seemed to feel the same way and she fecked off again pretty quickly.

I drank Guinness, chatted to everyone a little. Found myself bonding with the Gamers, being a little bored by the die-hard Fine Gael / Fianna Failers. But overall, pleased I'd turned up.

But there seems to be a bit of a theme going on at the moment...This whole looking back business is catching it seems. What with recessions and IRA re-emergence Mr Oubliette was prompted to ponder - 'What, is it the 80's again?'

As is the norm in our household, current affairs are discussed on the school run. I like to listen to the news on the car radio, and the kids like to ask difficult questions. I enjoy the challenge of trying to simplify world events for their 6 and 8 year old minds. And they seem happy enough to indulge me. This morning the conversation covered colonialism, the planting of Ulster, The Troubles. The murders of the soldiers on Saturday night. The lads listened patiently. They asked questions that showed they understood.

What did they take from it all?

Well, they seemed the most appalled that the pizza guy had been shot.

I may need to work on my narrative.

UCDon't ask, it was so long ago...

So, college reunion tonight.

Hmmm...

Thirty or so people who all knew each other when we were young, skinny and drunk. Am not sure what I feel about meeting up with everyone again. Really wishing I'd made more of an effort to write the great Irish novel. Wonder can I work the Saggart and Longford wins into the conversation? Wonder if I can sex up Saggart and Longford.

And really, the people I'm seeing tonight are all so successful and perfect (as far as I can tell from Facebook, which we all know is a reliable source...) And while I don't want to get all Gore Vidal on ye ("Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.") its quite annoying how accomplished they all are...



Okay, so here's the plan... if anyone of yiz are in town tonight, pop into Doheny and Nesbitts and come ask for my autograph. Act adoring. Tell me how you love my work. I'll simper and demur. And I'll buy you a coffee slice tomorrow.

(Notice how confident I am that none of them read my blog! Lol!)

UCDon't ask, it was so long ago...

So, college reunion tonight.

Hmmm...

Thirty or so people who all knew each other when we were young, skinny and drunk. Am not sure what I feel about meeting up with everyone again. Really wishing I'd made more of an effort to write the great Irish novel. Wonder can I work the Saggart and Longford wins into the conversation? Wonder if I can sex up Saggart and Longford.

And really, the people I'm seeing tonight are all so successful and perfect (as far as I can tell from Facebook, which we all know is a reliable source...) And while I don't want to get all Gore Vidal on ye ("Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.") its quite annoying how accomplished they all are...



Okay, so here's the plan... if anyone of yiz are in town tonight, pop into Doheny and Nesbitts and come ask for my autograph. Act adoring. Tell me how you love my work. I'll simper and demur. And I'll buy you a coffee slice tomorrow.

(Notice how confident I am that none of them read my blog! Lol!)

I'm with Stupid ->

It seems middle child does his best thinking in the car. He ponders the big questions as only a six year old can, as he waits for Lucan traffic to do its worst. Today, as we crawled our way home, he asked me if 'stupidiot' was a bad word. I told him it wasn't even a word, so he could decide. This was a little bit too outside the box for him, so, before his brain short circuited at the lack of boundaries, I told him, yes, I reckoned its a bad word.


While a little search on google turned up what I thought - that he wasn't the first person to utter this non-word - I did think it was a good effort from his relatively new brain. And it tied in so nicely with Various C's musings not so long ago.

So, I'm in the mood for new words, incorporating the word 'Stupid'.

What have I got so far?

Stupidiom - The thick things only stupid people say.
Stupidiosyncrasies - The unique ways people find to do stupid things.
Stupidgin - The unintelligible makeiupy language Mr Oubliette uses when he is trying to tell me something he doesn't want the kids to understand.
Stupiddling - The utterly pointless and moronic way life often is.


I could go on, but I guess that's enough for now. I will enjoy spell checking this post.