Fuaimrian

I managed to catch TG4's Rince ar Phár this evening, an excellent series on Irish language literature that might just give me the kick up the hole I need to get up off my arse and start writing something of worth. It reminded me too that I still have a meme hanging over me - pretend friend Prenderghast had the gall to tag me with a music meme, of all things. The challenge: to list seven songs that are shaping my spring. E.M. Esq, good sport that he is, got right on it and posted a list of hip to the groove shite that would put anything of mine to shame so instead I shall just post the one track, Orbital's Adnan's. They've had it on the soundtrack for each episode in the series, I've had it as my soundtrack ever since I bought In Sides in 1998. It's the last thing I listen to every night and if my brain could play a tune, I like to think it might be this one.

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Letter To An Older Rosie

I Even Stole The Major's Picture

Rosie, a chroí,

How's 35* treating you? I'm writing to you on the eve of your 27th birthday, looking for some reassurance: That you kept up the jogging and that you still pronounce it yogging, in homage to Ron Burgundy. That you've published your novel, and that someone's read it. That you've still got so many good friends. That you've grown out of jaegerbombs. That you've found a better cure for your black days than hot chocolate. That you've gotten a haircut that doesn't make you look like George from the Famous Five. That you've sorted your shit out, stopped having short-lived affairs with men who are plainly not going to fall in love with you and found one you're mad about who will. That you're healthy. That you're happy.

Ag súil go mór le do fhreagra,
R

*Inspired by the Major's Letter, it was originally to be to Rosie aged 30 but the chances of me having my shit together by then are slim to none.

Some Details Have Yet To Be Finalised

My Plans for the Future

Spend a year in New York
Write my novel
Spend a year in London
Get my novel published to critical acclaim and win the Booker
Spend a year in Paris
Win a Nobel prize
Spend a year in Australia
Climb a sizeable mountain
Have Adrien Brody fall in love with me and ask me to marry him

Today's post was inspired by Davey, whose lifelong dream is to present (not win) an award (read: loser) and last night's viewing of The Darjeeling Limited (which I liked very much).