How are we coping with the recession? With a wii-cession! (IS THIS THING ON?!)

Every part of me is aching today, turns out I’m a bowler extraordinaire (as light on my twinkle toes as Fred Flintstone), who’d a thunk it? Here are some snaps of Gav and Scally boxing it out mid Wii-party.

Lighting was poor but I actually think the ‘dreaded shadows’ add a tension.

So the UEN are under pressure, eh? The efforts to curb euroscepticism know no bounds!
I’m no Jim Corr, but it’s clear where the intention lies here. I worked with the UEN in Brussels two years ago, and it’s obvious that the motivation with these new rules doesn’t so much lie with

the difficulty in dealing with small political groupings

…as it does with INDEM, whose gagging is certainly intended here. It’ll be interesting to see if Kathy Sinnott (a member of this group) will be in the media today, speaking on the procedural changes.

But where will the FF-ers go now? EPP/ED? Will the blueshirts let the homeless in? This whole debacle is bound to damage the Irish Presidential bid of Brian Crowley (which I’ve predicted consistently for the past 4 years…), who is currently co-President of the UEN. Hope this gets good coverage today!

Anyway, in matters more personal, we’re Kilkenny-bound on Friday after work, and Navan/Trim bound for Saturday, in true family diplomacy! I’ll be studying while we travel, as I seem to be consistently t the minute, all day, everyday. Boo-urns. At least I’ll get to see home, see the GAAfia and the madra, and go here, here and here for supplies/eats/funs. Mamma Mia is on the cards for Mama Reilly and I for Saturday night… should be twenty-pink-tents-at-Oxegen camp.

Sunday is Munster Final day… need I say anymore? I will hold my Leinster head in shame and think about what should be… while secretly hoping Tipp will shade it. (Shade it mind, not by much, don’t get too bloody excited.)

Today is payday for Reilly. We will celebrate by paying credit-card debit.

Work drinkies tonight, museum/finance get-together. Don’t sure how that will roll but you know, banter is to be recommended. The accountants need the funs. And alcohol.

Reilly has one absolutely heroic blog due on the reformatting of the hurling championship. It’s his new love, and something he’s been spending unhealthy amounts of time on recently, so comment him up when it does arrive. Ned Quinn beware!

See the MediaNow article in the Sindo at the weekend? Sent away for the promotional material for it… just to have a gooch at it. ‘Xpensive. But tempting. Throwing it under Reilly’s nose anyways; if any of you have an interest in this area, it could be worth checking out. The proposal is rather impressive…

Had a nice brekkie meeting with the Old Man this morning. Was brisk but nice to have some sense of familial normality, especially as I won’t see him at the weekend.

So what have I been reading all morning?…

A bitta nostalgia about Ray Cokes and the MTV glory days…

Just when you thought the Big Brother shenanigans couldn’t get worse…

Why designer sunglasses are bucking the downturn of other luxury goods…

Graham’s link from the Salon on Bush the Felon… unbelievable stuff.

And before you digest all that, have a look at this - she’s just brilliant, and lovely. Don’t you agree?