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OMG, I’ve had a nightmare. I’ve just started a new job which is GR8. In fact I’ve been moved onto a project, which is pretty cool. Being moved on to projects is the sort of thing that happens in spy films. The most famous project in the world is Project Manhatten, and think of the impact that had on the world (most noticeably in downtown Nagazaki and Hiroshima).
The problem is that the project deadline is July 27th and I can’t take the first week of July off, to go in search of, what I believe are called, ‘mad cap antics’. That means Roskilde is out for this year, however, we can kick off in late July. Suggestions for new destinations on a postcard, please.
I can’t believe my somewhat whiny Please could you help me this year? post. Sure, organising it did get a little hectic towards the end, but it is also brilliant for a number of reasons.
1. It gets me excited about the whole affair. It’s like 5 months of foreplay before 9 insane days of rally and Roskilde consummation. 5 months of foreplay, imagine that: two weeks on the ears, three days slipping off a bra strap, a 100 hours of caressing the right shoulder counter-clockwise whilst patting the head (the last one is just to show off). By the time I get to the start line I’ll be pawing the ground with nostrils flaring, really ready to go.
2. I get to entertain insane flights of fancy. At the moment I’m wondering whether its possible to get a boats prow on a car, last week I thought I might put a rocket on the top. Planning how we could get the torch of the flame of rock, in the manner of the Olympics, from Glastonbury to Roskilde, before taking it across the channel to light a fire at Burning Man, passes the time on a boring Tuesday morning commute.
3. At a more personal level, whenever I’m doing this, I usually end up writing about my Mum, who died of cancer when I was just a small snivelling child. (I was eleven, actually, so not that small, or snivelling, but I thought I’d tug the heartstrings a bit. I should have added some real Angela’s Ashes stuff, gone not for the heart tug, but the full on break ie. that was the week me Mam doyd of the cancer, and that was good, my dronken work shy Da’ beat me less that day and norm’ly two of my close relatives doyd a week, in the cold, damp. Limerick air. Enough) However, writing brings her back, in its own small way, and that’s one of the best feelings in the world.
Let the fun begin.
Filed under: 2007
Greetings if you’ve stumbled upon this from Facebook. I’ll be posting all rally information here and hope you can all make it.
Filed under: 2007
Tickets to Roskilde are already on sale here. I don’t think they sell out like Glastonbury tickets but you’d feel foolish if you missed them.
More good news is that I’ve just started a new job and one of my colleagues is a real live German. This means the rally will benefit from some inside tips on where to stop off (provided I can get him to stop eating sausages for a minute).
Remember, if you’ve got any suggestions send them in.
