gimme a V . . .

three pm and the sky is darkening, the wind is picking up and rain is threatening . . . but nothing can take away from the sheer beauty of this morning with its crisp dry november air in a bright blue sunshiney sky. even the death of my iPod could not take away from the delight that swept over my daily walk from botanic up through queen's, along elmwood and onto the lisburn road. there's nothing quite like having a genuine spring in your quirky shod step.

check out a beauty of a website with music here
thanks to Ricky for spreading the peace, love and good taste. if my own website looks a tenth as lovely as that one then i shall be one happy gal.

since she's vying to get a mention in these pages, lemme tell you about the marvellous ::Willow::
she and i are cooking up a plan for a theatrical fundraising event in early 2006. no more details yet but suffice to say, if we pulled it off, it would mark one of my life achievements as being fulfilled. watch this space for more on the plan and more about the intelligent beauty of the lovely Willow herself.

social life update: this past weekend was amazing. there was a post-dinner 'session' (drink + guitar + singing) at clonard rise on saturday. half ten we started. guitar finally got set aside at half three. i was gonna tell you all about it but i'm choking up at the thought of it. it'll go down as one of the best nights of 2005.
when ricky played the opening chords of dignity by deacon blue i think my heart might actually have stopped. Pádraig had never heard it before. (i KNOW!) so. we set him right. ::f*ckin' A:: from there on in i was happy as a pig in the proverbial.
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try this at home:
Pád lead us in a fab melody of U2's Van diemen's Land - when i survey the wondrous cross - house of the rising sun - there is a green hill far away.
and another that went from tracy chapman's talking bout a revolution into tracks of my tears with a dash of tears of a clown thrown in and then on into love is strange.
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so many amazing moments where it all just worked so well. there was even a sufjan rendition. but that's too good a memory to share just yet. i don't wanna let it go.
sunday was spent in various stages of hangover - much of time over coffee with the ::sex and the city brunch:: gang in clements. to be nursed in the bosom of your community is a blessed thing.

i know that there's a whole loada crap going on out there in the world that's needing attention. but sometimes you just gotta sing.



hello to all my gals out there. ya know who you are. . . ::you rock. my world::

now, ladeez - gimme an "a"

x.