Brrrrrr. It's cold outside and breezy too. And there's a big side swell. I was just eating my roast pork, lyonnaise potatoes and mixed veg (all very delicious and second servings involved aswell) and whilst looking out the wundy (called a porthole) you could see sea, then skyyyyyyyy, then seaaaaaaaa, then skyyyyyyyy ad infinitum. Well not really cos it's supposed to go down tomorrow. Anyway, I haven't felt a roll like this (continuously) since we came across the Atlantic in 2002. Of course it sometimes gets like this on line change but thats only an hour or so at a time.

We're starting to move here in our department (workwise not chairwise) and I is learning the tools and tricks of the new beasty. Has its good bits and bad. Like all things I guess.

My book is drawing to a close now. All the heroes are gone. St. Patrick reckons they're in hell paying for their heathen sins, but Oisin reckons twould be better to be with the lads in hell than up here on his own. To be honest, the way those boys operated not even the devil himself would mess with them. In fact, if St. Patrick is right, then hell may not be such a bad place since they'd have cleaned out all the bad boys!