Monday, September 24, 2007

O’Neills ladies

I got a revelation on Saturday night. Thanks to S., I have tested a pub bathroom featuring black light. S. was right: this is really hallucinating when it comes to toilet paper. And the funny colour of water when flusing, so cool.

Etc., etc. Find your own extravagance and go express them in O’Neills ladies. It is on Suffolk Street, Dublin 2. However, I can’t guaranty gents are that well fit up…

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Monday, February 12, 2007

The secret meeting

I got an e-mail inviting me to a meeting with three people I don't know. I asked if the meeting was related to their website. I have been answered that yes, among other matters. But impossible to know more about the other meeting topics, how far they are related to me and how long the event is to last. Perhaps meeting agendas are illegal in that part of the city.

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Wednesday, November 08, 2006

We have to split, pharmacist

That’s the truth, cutie the pharmacist, I don’t even know your name and already we have to follow different paths. I leave the neighborhood to settle up near an other pharmacy. By the way I have already checked: the pharmacist in my new area is not really a cutie baby. Never mind, it seems that the cheese merchant is not that bad. So long, “whatever the name”…

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Saturday, October 28, 2006

People

In the area of Dublin I live in, one can bump into more people on Thursday morning at 6.30 than on Saturday at 10.30.

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Friday, October 27, 2006

I think of you, pharmacist

On my way to a professional meeting, I passed in front of my pharmacist's pharmacy. I saw him, across the street, behind his counter. I could only see the top of his body, wearing a white shirt and pink tie. I felt suddenly moved. He hadn’t even have any idea of my existence. Pharmacist, I think of you.

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