It’s only just struck me that the last post before this on the blog was entitled “today, Feb 1st”. Which clearly needs addressing so call me tokenistic but here’s what I’ve been at.

Feb 2nd: Ireland vs Italy in Croke Park. What a dire, drab game with a dire, drab atmosphere. The weather was murky, the game was sloppy, and midway through the first half the power cut in the stadium and only made the place darker and more annoyed. Afterwards was my friend Shelley’s 21st though, which was far more fun. Being in Copper’s is much more fun when you’re in a group with five women and some of them are quite shameless about their chests, and I mean that in a nice way. :)
Feb 3rd: the Superbowl. Can’t say I stayed up to watch it - telling myself I was saving it for Super Tuesday - but wow, that’s what happens when you register 19-0 as a trademark, isn’t it?

Feb 6th: Ireland vs Brazil (soccer), again in Croke Park. A much better occasion this time - there’s something about Croker in floodlights - with a better atmosphere all round, and much better entertainment. A tidy Robinho ends Ireland’s unbeaten record in Croker but Ireland play much better and make you wonder whether Don Givens is worthy of consideration for the full-time job.

Feb 7th-10th: Off to Wales for a weekend to see Chris, Kirsty and Haleh with Carla, Clem, Sandy and Neil. A messy, wonderful weekend. Too many memories (albeit hazy ones) but have a look at the Bebo photos here.

I honestly don’t know what I’ve been doing for a few days after that. There was quite a lot of work on our new Union Constitution which ended up with many consistent late nights arguing over the wording of particular phrases and what have you, and then there was a mammoth slog to get the signatures collected so that the referendum could be held in time. That rush finished on Monday the 18th, culminating with about ten of us collecting 919 signatures in one day. Damn hard work.

Last weekend was the Ógra Fianna Fáil National Youth Conference, which was interesting to attend if only to put faces to names and to try out the ‘Vote Early Vote Often’ principle rife in FF elections. (Sadly I only got to vote once - and the desired candidates didn’t get through for various reasons. They know who they are, and I feel for them.)

This week it’ll be the UCDSU Sabbatical Elections trail as we try and explain the merits of an 10,995-word document that nobody wants to understand to an electorate who for the most part couldn’t care why the name of the Deputy President needs to be changed.

It’s a dogs life, eh?