We were so busy with Get it off your Chest last night, that I didnt manage to get anything off my Chest. Yesterday afternoon, I was driving home from another tasty Sunday lunch cooked by my mother. A Honda Civic (what else!!!) was driving in front of me, manned by 5 "lads". Those of you who didnt stay in bed all day yesterday, due to a bad night before, will have been well aware of how humid the place was. In the back of the Civic (again I say what else?) were 3 lads, all more or less sitting too close to each other. One was wearing a hoody, with the hood up, in the back of a Honda Civic. It made me laugh, normally its the driver that has the hood up, in a Honda Civic (What else). In my miniscule collection of clothing there are at least 1 hoody. I wear it now and again, and on occasion, when its bucketing down I put the hood up. I have alot of time on my hands, and I spent the best part of the last 24 hours, quandering over why some "lad" would want to wear a hoody, with the hood up in the back of a Civic. The Civic has long been the staple insurance struggle for the boy racer, not car enthusiast. The wearing of ones hood in an upright manner, in the back of a Civic, may well be percieved to be cool amongst the 18" spinning rim, 92 Opel Corsa owners. So for Christs sake, if theres any other "lads" out there who enjoy wearing a hoody, with the hood up in a car, make sure your the bloody driver.
On Saturday afternoon I took a trip to Mallow, with the loved one. After wandering around I have to say I was suitably impressed. Parts of Mallow have been completely redeveloped, in particular where the Pizza Hut and Subway are. The only problem was, when we decided that it was time to embark on the journey home, I took a wrong turn. Now I know some of you are saying "How hard can it be to get back to Cork city from Mallow?" Its simple really. I took a wrong turn and ended up on the Dairygold raceway. It wasnt long though, before I realised I was on the right road to Cork, but I might never see Shandon again. 2 Dairygold trucks had the foot to the floor, nearly wiping me and some other hapless motorists off the road. All in a 50kmh zone. I dont know whether they had a bet on, their dinner was getting cold or if they had left the emersion on (inspired joke from Desmod Bishop). Dont trucks have limiters? Either way, Im not sure who won the race, but the milk they were carrying would have been turned into a nice buttery like substance.