RIDEY-BRAIN, a definition.

This weekend saw Kilkenny host the inaugural Kilkenomics festival. Kilkenomics is exactly what you may be thinking it is, an economics festival, in Kilkenny. It may not seem like the most obvious of ideas, but it was pretty cool!!! I got on to my mate Fran who shares an interest in economics with me that dates back to Leaving Cert economics. Not having persevered with Economics after the leaving unlike Fran, I left it up to her to choose a show. Fran chose '23 things they don't tell you about capitalism'. I was like 'whatever' this is obviously the hottest ticket of the festival. I don't really think I was on the same page as Fran as I thought it was '23 things they don't tell you about communism'. I was really confused during the show, I was like seriously when will he start talking more about China and the USSR? Little did I know that Fran had reasons of her own for choosing this gig. Turns out she is a secret fan of this dude. She cited him many times in her essays, and even has a secret 'pet-name' for him. ' RIDEY-BRAIN'. A man who is fanciable because he is a brain. I'm just appalled to be friends with someone who demeans men in such a shallow way.

Anyways, he's not really my type. Afterwards we went to Langtons front bar, and I saw a man walking through the bar, I said to myself, he is totally an older version of the exact type of man I fancy. Really nice face, as he got closer I was thinking he is really familiar. Turned out to be David Mac Williams. I was shocked. Seriously guys, he is a RIDEY-BRAIN!

After the gig we had to high-tail it to Cleeres. I have saved this fortuitous piece of the story until now. When I had gone in to the ticket office to buy the tickts there was a sign saying 5 pairs of free tickets to BUST. THE HUMAN COST! I was like whatever, lads any free tickets left and they were like yes no bother. I had paid no attention to it whatsoever. So we got to Cleeres and Fran went in to keep seats while I got the beers in. I saw a really nice looking lady with lovely green shoes, and I said to myself. She is the woman! Only a woman who is the guest of honour would wear such amazing shoes, low and behold turns out I was right!

If I played for the other team Dearbhail Mc Donald would be my RIDEY-BRAIN. Pauline Mc Glynn was the MC and I have quite a bit of a girlie crush on her too. They were both so eloquent, and not facetious even when discussing such pieces of the proverbial as Sean Dunne, Sean Fitzpatrick et al. Dearbhail has written a book called BUST! Turns out on Friday I had unbeknownst to myself heard an interview with her where she was accused of being obsessed with Michael Lynn, infamous runaway solicitor. Well, the talk was enlightening. It was scary. It made me so angry!!! I cannot wait to read the book. There was some harrowing stories, which I won't even go into, but just the general theme of the festival was the whole discontent of people with the current economic situation. One of my favourite Dearbhail snippets last night was when she likened the Celtic Tiger to a Hans Christian Anderson fairytale.

I'm exhausted thinking about it all.

Soundtrack to the post:

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spanish sahara - foals

smalltownboy -bronski beat

blitz digitalism

walkkingthroughthatdoor future islands

The contents of my head

Ok, so firstly. This blog post is long overdue. The reasons are multifaceted but include the following; a general sense of ennui, being quite busy, a sense of forebooding doom which coincided with my 24th birthday and the eventual and not totally unexpected demise of my laptop.

Anyone who knows me knows the story of the laptop. On a dark night in the Winter of 2006, my laptop fell off the bed and onto the floor. The OC series one was in the dvd drive. (This I think is an accurate portrayal of the backdrop of the situation and a symbol of where I was at in my life.) The result was a smashed laptop. The screen was fucked. Now I was sad, sulked and was very mad with the person who caused the event to happen. He shall remain nameless, but not blameless.

I somehow learned to deal with the screen and began to relove my defective laptop. I would get so freakin mad when people came over and were like "Oh Christ". I became so defensive. I would watch films on the thing for frick sake!!!To be fair she never let me down. Four and a half years, countless essays, internet stalking, thousands of mp3's and my Thesis. But all good things must come to an end, and it is without doubt the end of a poignant chapter in my life.

So anyway's I am now working off my mother's laptop which is perfect and has never been used.

I don't know about anyone else, but now I am 24 I am increasingly wanting to feather my nest. I am increasingly drawn towards woman, Bella and Best, obviously I still buy reveal glamour and new! But I'm not going to lie, I have recently bought Real People, surely the lowest of the low when it comes to magazine hierarchy. I have also found some grey hairs which are really stressing me out.

Anyways, I suppose I am also obsessed with become a property owner. This is no doubt a legacy I inherited from my ancestors. Anytime I receive a gift that it remotely housey, I save it in a special shelf in my wardrobe, my modern version of the trousseau for when I have my own house, a version I imagine of every Irish person's 'good room' I don't want to sully these things until I have them in my own precious place. Well. the odds of this happening anytime soon are slim, and I think I should probably use the Fancy Tea Bags my sister bought me as they are Best Before June 2011. I think this date may be a tad optimistic. But seriously, I am becomming increasingly similar to the hope chest freak girl in 'You me and everyone we know'. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0415978/. Currently the shelf contains the following;

A salt shaker, an egg separator, and a spatula. These are a themed set. The previously mentioned tea bag set. A fancy kitchen timer. This beautiful Emma Bridgewater mug, various pottery. A massive box of Lindt chocolates which I am keeping for a time when I invite a male back for coffee and petits fours. Obviously I am going to have to buy a coffee maker to make this fantasy come true. Seriously, I am only one step away from going to the Brown Thomas sale for an Alessi bottle opener.

Would like a boy who I can do this with;










Soundtrack to this post:

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