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Sun(holiday)-Stroke

Monday, 8 August 2011 by Gemma Creagh

10 reasons not to bother going on a package holiday this summer.

As the whole economy (and more or less life as we know it) is on the verge of collapse, we can’t help but miss those Celtic Tiger luxuries; the daily smoothie; the just-because-I’m-tired taxi and the can’t-be-arsed-to-cook-on-a-weekday meal out. The thrice-a-year package holiday definitely falls into a similar bracket, and was one of the first extravagances to be slashed from household budgets. So to appease all those who, in times of abundance, would have been checking their grossly overweight bags onto a medium priced airline, here are the 10 main reasons that holidays are never as good as the brochure promises…

1. Travel

Up at 5 in the morning, an inappropriate frisk though a twenty-minute security queue only to arrive at a delayed flight which appears to be entirely filled with crying babies. Ahhh, the joys of flying.

2. Accommodation

So a studio apartment sounded like a good way to save an extra €50 and the pictures made it look palatial. Anyway, you were going to be out, windsurfing and eating salads so you wouldn’t end up spending much time there. Right? Wrong. A freak rainstorm has hit, your electricity’s gone and you’re stuck playing with a deck of cards that’s missing two Kings and the Two of Clubs. Meanwhile your loo is one meter from your toaster, and your other half rediscovers their nineties death metal collection.

3. Entertainment

The advert said four-star entertainment, nightly; however a loud, tanned Englishwoman, the wrong side of thirty with mucho make up and sad, sad eyes; and the Spanish version of Crystal Swing playing eighties pop – well it’s probably a bad ploy to sell more drink.  See drinking…

Spanish Crystal Swing

They love playing with their instruments.

4. Weather

Like an on/off switch, this seems to have just two settings: violent typhoon or scorching sun. The very first day of the aforementioned good weather, you’ll be burnt to a crisp and have to spend the rest of your days in some cloak-like garment you purchased from a bronzed local who thinks you look hilarious.

5. Activities

Surfing, jet skis, cycling, snorkeling, historical walking tours, banana-boating, trips to beautiful local areas, hiking, site-seeing – you won’t do any of these. See drinking…

Looking for love.. ?

6. Culture

Not the friendly people you read about in the guide book, the only indigenous people you’ve come across are leery locals and overenthusiastic restaurant workers who chase you down the road with their menus and promise of “BERRY NIIIICE, BERRY CHEEEIIP” food.

7. Romance

It was like something out of a Jane Austen novel; You met their gaze across the dancefloor of “Irish Pub”; they’re the most attractive person you’ve ever seen and you have SOOO much in common. That is until you sober up, realize what a mankbag they were and then have to spend the rest of the week avoiding them like the plague. See Drinking…

Sand. Guess where else it went.

8. Food

Sound familiar? “This holiday is all bout toning up. With salads and exercise, I’m going to go back tanned fit and rejuvenated.” BAM. It’s three days in and you can barely move due to a carb-induced coma. You’re after eating your bodyweight in burgers and lasagna. You’ve managed to consume four pizzas already and put away enough ice-cream to build an igloo.

9. Shopping

People on Trip Adviser keep mentioning how good the shopping is, but all you can see are some rubbish trinkets and some nasty knockoff bags and wallets –all of which you are forced to buy for the ungrateful people back home. Thus making your suitcase massively overweight, taking up valuable duty-free space and costing you a fortune.

10. Drinking

After this holiday, you will in fact need another holiday to get over your hangover. You’ve invited two-thirds of Germany back to your home to stay on your couch and there’s some dodgy footage online of you singing some very ropey karaoke. You’re liver has been pickled, but at least when you arrive back into the unimpressive Terminal 1, you can pass off that jaundice pallour as a tan.

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Memory Foam

Friday, 4 March 2011 by Gemma Creagh

Memory Foam

Much like the nostalgia of macroom bars and retro sweets, I now embark upon a gustatory adventure, the aim of which to return me to the mindset of my youth. I plan on recalling those glorious days of yesteryear by sampling the evolution of my alcohol consumption… So I line up the drinks I used to enjoy, in chronological order, and begin drinking:

1. Woodies – I take a sip of the sweet, innocent-tasting alcopop with the cartoon character on the front. Bang: I’m fourteen again, dancing in the tennis club disco, sneaking sips of the stolen bounty while my friend was getting groped by a short spotty boy with enough lynx on to fumigate a farm. One down!

2. Devils Bit/Linden Village – Ahhh, the slightly urine flavored ciders incite a warm fuzzy-headedness after I shot-gun them both. I’m whisked away in a cider-prompted haze to the awkward knacker-drinking events of my mid-teenage years. It was a simpler time, when the smoking age was 16 and nothing beat the elation of finding an easy-going off-license worker.

3. Tuburg /Dutch Gold – There’s a proud moment when one graduates from the sweet taste of the cider to the fizzy goodness of the low-cost beer. As I moved into my later teens, cider became so blasé and the discount beer became the cause for a number of terrible boy-related decisions! I’m cringing with the memory as I drain the second can. At least it helps numb the pain slightly!

4. Vodka and cranberry – When in my later teens, and going to actual pubs, I enjoyed the grown up flavor that I’m now. It’s funny, I can’t even taste the vodka, and I thought I gave myself a pretty decent portion. I’ll add a bit more in… Just to be safe. Yeah, this is the drink of choice when I stumbled about the various rock bars that, I’ve since come to despise, as now the music is too loud. Does that make me old? Nah, I’m still pretty with it.

5. Buckfast – The choice of drink for a good chunk of my college years, the flavor as I taste it now is like a syrupy mold-flavored grape juice – a lá rocket fuel. Thiss sstuff is pretty decent in strength and is whhast we used to down by the bucket load for the various ragg weeks and ba;;s and things. It’s rocket fuel, or as I like to call it, evil Ribena. Its not as bad as I remember, but then I don’t know how easy it is to form new memories on the stuff. Good times. I miss my homies tho… ah shit. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry during this.

6. White wine – Time to get a bit more civilized, I started drinking this stuff when out for meals, not unlike the chinese I’m eating now for a bit of soakage. Shite, I’m getting fried rice all over the keyboarsad. 6 drinks in… I feel grand, d’know? positive, knowledgeable. Go on ask me a question, anything.

7. Paulaner ¬– I startedd drinking the fancy beers when I got a job and liked to splash out on things like Oktoberfest. Nothing makes people feel important like an overly fancy glass. Tall ones, or germany-type ones. Sometimes I like to steal them from bars but they make the stuff inside my bag all damp. Shit… don’t think that Take Away sat well, I think I’m going to -

Blrerrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhh

8. Captain Morgans Spiced rum – Look how informed and trendy I am… I started dinking this BEFORE it was cool. YEah!! However its quite dangerous when at house parties as when mixed with coke actually just tastes like cream soda, which makes it a one way ticket to black out central. WOOOOOOOO. Only joking… wow, you’re actually pretty hot..?> What’s your sign? ? sd What? I was only jokingss. As if I’d hit on a dickhead.. like uyo.

9. Red Wine – THish is a GOOd drink.k. cI enjoy Red WINEwith dinners and nnnkjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjukh,mggggggggggggnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnbvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv

10. Whiskey (AKA The devils drink) I must have passed out on the keyboard… I feel pretty ropey after this trip down memory lane. I’m going to have my hair of the dog, which is a straight whiskey, and then it’s off to work as a pilot I go.

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Jacinta’s easy guide to the recession

Friday, 7 January 2011 by Gemma Creagh
Jacinta

Fuck Off Recession!!

Howare yes? I hope yous all had a fuckin ride of a christmas and a deadly New Year. It’s back to the aul grind now it’s 2011 what with the recession stealing all our jobs.

Incase yizzer don’t know the recession is a really mad yoke that has been a pain in our collective holes for the past tree years. My child allowance’s been cut so much I can barely affored my illegal smokes. Now they are even gonna tax me dole. The shower of basterds. I thought the dole WAS TAX.

To help yizzer all out with makin the most of tings for the new year, I’ve come up wit’ my 10 top tips for surviving the downtern:

1. Lidl

Yeah it’s cheaper for booze and the like, but it’s a deadly place to hang out with your mates/kids. You get to scare the shite outta the cheapskate poshos who shop there AND get to collect all the euros from the trolleys. You can even tell the spanners from the welfare that you’re tryin to get employment there or whatever; killing three birds with one firework.

2.Forget the gym

Shoplifting. It’s a great alternative to losing your baby weight or the fatfrog spare tyre. It forces you to outrun the mad fit Eastern European security guards. Plus you get the added bonus of a free Man U top at the end. Rapid!

3. The Luas

Forget about the pub. Too fuckin’ dear. The Luas Red line is where it’s at. They don’t kick your bratty kids out when they try and set it on fire or it’s 9 O’Clock like they do at your local. You can ride it all day and there’s no eejit conducters, and it goes to all the hotspots. Just watch out for the feckers in their stabvest. If they catch ye, just give your ex’s new girlfriend’s name and address. Stupid Fathead bitch will get the fine.

4. Joyridin’

The PS3 costs loads… save yizzer self the price of video games by doing your own real life Gran Turismo! Plus you have the added bonus of leaving a poo under the seat, so if you decide not to burn it there’s a nasty surprise for the owner.

5. Get a job

Ah ha ha ah… I’m only messin.

6. School your chiselers

Not the boring load of shite it sounds like; if you make sure the little whingy basterds make it in for their home economics classes you can get them to go out cleaning houses. Not only can they earn their keep, they’ll be outta your face for the whole time. Just make sure the devious cunts don’t hold out on you.

7. Go to the Music Festivals

They are a great little earner… I usually sell oregano and lumps of dogshite to the thicko hippies and students. When all their weirdo bands are playing and they’re off watching them you can rob their real drugs and beers from their tents.

8. Learn the internet

Ebay is a great place to sell all the shite the thankless little shites rob from the houses without the shades giving ye grief. The W. W. web is also a good place to pick up older married men, who almost always buy you jewelry and then when you get sick of the aul creep on top of ye, make some cash with blackmail!

9. Use protection!

Pregnancy is a pain. People give out to you for drinking and smoking, no fellah will touch you and kids cost a load of money. I recommend the withdrawal method. Which is accompany him to a banklink and make sure he has cash BEFORE you get up the duff! Sorted.

10. Just have a laugh

Don’t listen to all that wingey bollix on the news; when things get tough or whatever, have a few scoops and chill. Then go after who’s really to blame… David McWilliams and Eddie Hobbs, who started this whole shite in the first place. Dirtbags the both of them.

JACINTA WAS HERE – 2011

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