Grand slam twarthed by Mean Buns

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The lady standing behind the table of sandwiches pointed the scissors at me.

‘Bacelet’ she demanded.

I had travelled a round trip of 560km (400km by car and 160km by bicycle)  to collect my ‘Tour of Sligo’ bracelet and complete the set (An Post: Tour of Waterford, Tour of the Burren, Rebel Tour and Tour of Meath).  I had survived the 160km route only to be denied by the mean lady in charge of the Sligo IT caterers.

‘I collect them’, the man in front of me pleaded’

She shrugged as the scissors cut the bracelet from his wrist. She handed him the bracelet so that he could hand it back to her as he should have done when she first asked. He looked sheepishly at the slice of Ham between two slices of white pan. The theme music from Platoon played on the tan-oi as he turned away.

‘I need it to get my collection’ I also pleaded.

‘I need it to get paid’, she replied curtly.

A obvious solution was to keep the bracelet and thank her for her help but I decided not to upset the ‘sandwich cart’. Its not like me. I usually like to start hassle and spread disharmony wherever I go but I was tired and I let it go.

When I look back now I realize it was only a paper bracelet and a lousy sandwich. I regret it all. I should have gone for it and said something that caused a fuss. and made Mean Bun lady cross.

 

Ah well- I got the final laugh on her- I took a second cup of coffee and took two of the Green Tea cakes even though there was a clear one sandwich, one coffee and one bun policy in place.

 

The An Post Tour of Sligo was fantastic and I am glad I left without my Bracelet as I will be going back again next year to get it.

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New New Years resolution

After last year’s successful ‘Everything Matters’ may I present my guiding words for 2014 …

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Stormy weather

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Pouring rain, gusts of over 100kph and flooded roads, spring has arrived.

Blogs have been few and far between
recently and ordinarily this is a sign that I am going through a blue period where my training declines and my weight climbs. Not so on this occasion I have mostly be experiencing writers block.

Last weekend I managed to write a few lines and attach a few photos. I pressed the button to upload and minutes later I got a message saying that the upload failed and my post was nowhere to be found. I was too tired and frustrated to rewrite the passage and so in protest I have ignored WordPress for seven days

Ulysses- Quest for the golden fleece

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Looking at the Wicklow  mountains from the bow of the Ulysses I remember the suffering of last weekend and think of the words of many namesake ;

Wicklow , rightly termed the garden of Ireland, an ideal neighborhood for wheelmen, so long as it didn’t come down.

Well it didn’t come down this year like last year but I did suffer.

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Having nearly killed me Hugh and Brendan act all friendly 😉

Traveling to England tonight for the Dartmoor Classic. Three days to go and all my training is finished. Staying tonight on Merseyside and then a six hour drive down to Plymouth tomorrow. Really looking forward to relaxing in Plymouth but after two years of blissful sunshine for the Dartmoor classic I fear my luck has run out.

More Joyce to  finish;

British beatitudes!  … Beer,  beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery,  (bicycles) and bishops