Tuesday, May 25, 2004
In the absence of the main man (who’s chasing some tiger down a gorge in Southern China), Des has asked me – his cousin, Sinéad – to say a few words. I don’t really know what to say, though. It feels kind of weird blogging on someone else’s spot.
I was going to pretend to be him and admit to joining a Buddhist monastery somewhere in the arse end of China. Or, pretend to have been kidnapped by some mad group of crouching tiger types. But I don’t want to worry Eileen.
And I suppose I should probably take the opportunity to tell some embarrassing stories about Des. But it’s pretty difficult to embarrass Des.
For example, one story that you’d think would really get to him is the bed-wetting incident that occurred in our house once. It wasn’t a childhood accident, mind, but during his repeat leaving cert year.
So you’d think that a slag like that could be used as a weapon against someone. But no, not Des – he brings it up more regularly than anyone else. In fact, if he didn’t continue to remind us of it around the dinner table of a Sunday, it’d probably be long forgotten.
Instead, I’m going to just use this chance to tell everyone what a star Des is. He’s one of my closest friends in the world and he’s been a wonderful influence in my life over the past few years, and that of my daughter, Bella. He’s a great swimming buddy, a great listener and advice-giver, and I don’t know what I’d do without him.
Oh, and he’s getting better at fixing me up with his mates, too. Nice one, Des.
Love you, babe,
Sinéad
x
I was going to pretend to be him and admit to joining a Buddhist monastery somewhere in the arse end of China. Or, pretend to have been kidnapped by some mad group of crouching tiger types. But I don’t want to worry Eileen.
And I suppose I should probably take the opportunity to tell some embarrassing stories about Des. But it’s pretty difficult to embarrass Des.
For example, one story that you’d think would really get to him is the bed-wetting incident that occurred in our house once. It wasn’t a childhood accident, mind, but during his repeat leaving cert year.
So you’d think that a slag like that could be used as a weapon against someone. But no, not Des – he brings it up more regularly than anyone else. In fact, if he didn’t continue to remind us of it around the dinner table of a Sunday, it’d probably be long forgotten.
Instead, I’m going to just use this chance to tell everyone what a star Des is. He’s one of my closest friends in the world and he’s been a wonderful influence in my life over the past few years, and that of my daughter, Bella. He’s a great swimming buddy, a great listener and advice-giver, and I don’t know what I’d do without him.
Oh, and he’s getting better at fixing me up with his mates, too. Nice one, Des.
Love you, babe,
Sinéad
x
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