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The 5 Steps to Happiness

Monday, 12 September 2011 by Gemma Creagh

“A guide to minding mindfulness that’s so healing it would make the Dali Llama shit himself.”

– (Esteemed Client) Barack Obama

The modern world is one full of stresses  – external as well as internal. As a both medical doctor and a spiritual guru, my new book “Take it up the Karma”, will to help you navigate through the minefield of unhappiness to the nudist camp of calm. You too can be the envy of your friends, rubbing your newly found nirvana right in their face in no time.

This critically mentioned book takes you through five easy-to-follow steps:

Step 1: Buy Enya CDs and wicker furniture.

People always ask me, “Gemma, how do you get so goddamn centered? TELL ME!”  To which I simply reply, “Is not he who smiles, evoking the act in the action?”

This has a very simple meaning; undertaking an action changes the overall outcome. Much like Shroedinkers Cats – he is a scientist from the past who would suffocate his pets in boxes to see how alive and dead he could make them.

So what am I saying in this first section? If you act like an enlightened person, this you will become.

Enya

Look how calm Enya's music makes Enya.

Step 2:  Love thy neighbour

Literally. Quite simply this section of the book deals with release and sharing, both emotionally and physically. Most organized religions preach abstinence, however I believe that one must spread love around – or even pass it in a circle at an organized event. To meet like-minded people in your area, call our personal Physical Release Expert & Organiser Rory Cashin on 086 *** *199 for more details.

It certainly helps when you have hot neighbours.

Step 3: Care for your Chakras

This segment deals with personal well-being. You have seven chakras; each are important energy points, which if kept unblocked and open, encourages health, happiness and vitally. These are: the Top of Your Head Chakra, the Inner Eye Chakra, the Neck Chakra, the Bosom Chakra, the Belly Chakra, the Underbelly Chakra and finally the important Genital Chakra.

In section 3 of “Take it up the Karma”, I will demonstrate the proper function of each and how to cure metaphysical ailments. For instance, did you know that if you poke your Underbelly Chakra, you would get a pain in your inner eye? Or that to place a blue crystal on your Neck Chakra cures the common cold?

Step 4: Dispel the demon of Money

I believe it was Gandhi who said “More Money, more problems…” and this wise man had a point. Even those creepy Catholics had it right when they said money is the root of all evil. Think about this for a minute; anything that has ever gone wrong in your life can be traced back to it.

Horrible boss? You put up with it for spondulas.

Sore foot? Doctors are too expensive.

Hangover? You couldn’t have bought all that beer without … you got it! MONEY.

So cast aside the shackles of this evil cash monster before you get bitten and too turn into a brain-eating zombie.

Number: **** **** **** 6756

Sort code: 78 – 09 – 65

If you send everything to this account it can be put through the cleansing process and put to good use. Helping sick children or puppies whatever.

Gandhi

Step 5: Complete transcendence

Easily attained; once finishing steps 1 – 4, total transcendence means becoming one with an enlightened community. Undertaking this means devoting your life totally to these ideals.

The most effective place to do this is at the Half A Giraffe Transcendence Camp. Located in the romantic setting of the nature-filled forests in Eastern Bolivia, here you will have a physical and mental routine to challenge and engage your soul. Devotees are placed into specific areas depending on their spiritual requirements such as:

–      Hand-sowing garments for Primark. To understand these teachings and the purest form of socialism – it is important to remain outside it. You know, for Clarity.

–      Farming. Being one with nature is being one with oneself in oneness. Join likeminded people in tending to our beautiful poppy and hemp fields.

–      Labs. Those who need to be reminded of our origin will be placed in the scientific labs. Here we create vast quantities of the compounds of enlightenment.

–      Servitude. One must lower oneself to rise above the false ideals of “Society”. Those lucky enough to be stationed here will experience the beauty of humility. By tending to the every whim of others, you are in fact tending to the every whim of your own soul.

Half a Giraffe Camp

Luxury accommodation

So please, join us. Happiness is 100% guaranteed* if you follow all the steps as outlined in “Take it up the Karma” – only available to purchase online at the nominal fee of €500 per ebook, exclusively at Half-a-Giraffe.com

Dr. Gemma “Deadly” Creagh

On a completely unrelated topic, do check out our friend’s the Diet of Worms Fringe Festival show, Cult. The previews start tomorrow and tickets are selling like sexy hotcakes, I’m sure!

*Terms and conditions may apply. Half a Giraffe are not responsible for depression, murder or instances of gigantism that sed book may propagate. You may not extract or re-utilise information derived from the text and/or any copies of such information (whether electronic or in hard copy format) for any commercial or business purpose including but not limited to, trading, building commercial databases, reselling or redistribution of such information.

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Enjoy Your VD (Valentines Day)

Monday, 7 February 2011 by Gemma Creagh

Valentines Day (VD) – a day of crap films and smug over-affectionate couples rubbing their love, literally, all up in your face.

Here at Half a Giraffe we have everything you need to be make it through on the lamest excuse for a holiday since Little Womens’ Christmas (why can’t female midgets celebrate December 25th with the rest of us?!) including maps to every off-license, a full range of life-sized rubber companions and a brand new mouthwash that makes champagne and chocolate taste like Dutch Gold and chips.

Preparation for VD:

1. Book tables-for-10 in every decent restaurant in town, under a fake name.

2. While in public, loudly and repeatedly talk about divorce/separation and the anxiety it causes in children.

3. Run a pirate radio station that plays only songs about breaking up.

4. Commission a scientist to create a super virus that kills roses.

5. Sneak into card shops and stick pictures of actual human hearts on all the cards.

Share VD with couples you know:

1. Send each partner a card from their ex, complete with rose and thong/banana hammock.

2. Get yourself arrested, get one party to collect you and get them to swear a blood oath of secrecy. Then ‘confide’ to their other half that you think they might be cheating.

3. Create two fake and attractive Facebook accounts. Use them to leave a message on each of the couple’s wall thanking them for a great night.

4. Pretend you’ve met someone and are head over heels in love. Then on the day itself, tell the couple that your fictitious partner has broken up with you for all the faults your friends’ possess.

5. Replace and rewrap intended presents with S & M sextoys.

Make the most of your VD:

1.  Spend your time doing something useful, such as arranging and cataloguing old toe-nails.

2. Stand outside the dimly-lit romantic restaurants and eat chocolate out of a diaper alá Jackass.

3. Eat Indian Food, beans, cheese and any other flatulence-inducing foods, then sit in front of lovestruck couples in the cinema, and drop S.B.V. bombs. Give it a minute, and while they’re gagging – move away in disgust. Repeat.

4. Wait in popular public areas for loving couples to propose. While’s he’s down on one knee – shout loudly: ‘Sandra/Tony….. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO’. You can pretend it was a case of mistaken identity, which both absolves you AND ruins their special moment.

5. Babysit your ’tweens neighbour, and take them out for the evening, all the while subtly pretending to the other bowlers/cimema-goers/diners like your on a date. Lets see them gaze lovingly into each others eyes while you’re holding the door for a twelve-year-old.

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Office Stuff

Saturday, 10 July 2010 by deebs

My tale of woe began with signing up to a recruitment agency. I didn’t particularly need the money, I just rather enjoyed the prospective glamour that lay ahead. You know how FBI agents get to waltz in and say “I’m with the Bureau” – flash a badge. I got to stroll in with “I’m with the Agency” – flash a smile. Not quite as exciting as I’d hoped, but I persevered, and they came through with the offer of short-term employment.

So, one day, as I was stuffing envelopes (trust me, it’s not nearly as sexy as one could imply with well placed innuendo and a solitary raised eyebrow), I wondered what would ultimately be my primary form of passing the time; A succession of paper-cuts? Or the fact that I’d been left in a small room with sellotape, stickers, scissors, a child’s inquisitive temperament and natural propensity for mischief and no adult supervision? One of these was likely to prove my undoing, and I was looking forward to finding out which!

Hours passed, envelopes were stuffed, sealed and labelled. Quite surprisingly the paper-cuts remained a rare and minor inconvenience. I was beginning to think I may get through the day unscathed. I was curiously numbed by this. However, as it turned out, the mystery of what would bring about my downfall was soon to be resolved, and it was to be a dark horse competitor that won out.

The complete structural failure of my box fort was, in hindsight, not so shocking. Its trapping me underneath, however, was not entirely expected. Perhaps a more physically gifted soul may have escaped, yet for me this was, I feared, to be my tomb. As time passed, I reluctantly resigned myself to my fate. I befriended a rogue envelope, whom I named “Wilson”, and in time grew to love my prison. I attempted to integrate myself into the native society, hoping to woo a pretty piece of paper I had caught sight of across the room. Nervous glances and one-sided small talk were the order of the day. Alas, it was not to be. I could sense her interest, that was not for debate, yet she was the child of the paper king, and fated to be with another. I graciously held my tongue and accepted that I would forever be an outsider in my new land. Wilson eased my pain with his rapier wit and calming demeanour. He had grown to be a valued companion and I believe his presence allowed for my survival as long as this.

Yet now, some 79 minutes later, I must leave you. Whoever you are that has found this journal, I thank you. Sadly I know that most of my writings perished in the great draft breeze of 28 minutes ago. Wilson only survived as I held him close to my breast. It brought some curious new feelings to the surface for us both I believe, and caused a few awkward moments in our relationship, but we’re past that now. I fear my time is running short, as the ink in my pen appears to be running dry. I trust you shall see to it that my remains are dealt with appropriately. Treat Wilson kindly. He has been a loyal confidante to me and I’m sure my passing will have been hard for him to bear. If I can leave you, and indeed the world (should they serialise my tale in extracts in The Guardian as stipulated by my last will and testament, contained within Wilson), with one thing, it is the knowledge th-

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