So I’m off work for a week and a bit and have decided to throw myself into FoodCamp, an event that’s part of the Savour Kilkenny festival.
I’m no food blogger or chef but I love food. Food is quite possibly my greatest weakness.
I’m still not entirely sure what to expect but I’ll be tweeting away on @cloudsteph for the day in case you’re curious. If you’re down in Kilkenny at the same thing today do say hi!
Over on the nerdy part of my existence I’ve posted up how to disable Facebook Places and tagging now that Places is rolling out in Ireland. If you don’t want your over-sharing buddies tagging you when you go for that sneaky pint on a schoolnight I suggest you update your privacy settings
I never win anything. Aside from the fiver in the Christmas Day scratchcard tradition after dinner I never strike lucky.
So I was dumbstruck a month ago when I won a big fat voucher for Ikea. Dumbstruck and delighted with the timing having just moved house and needing to finish furnishing it.
On Monday I won a beautiful pair of leather boots from Clery’s by liking a photo on their Facebook page. Brilliant timing as I was window shopping for a pair for the winter.
Yesterday my mother insisted that I buy a Lotto ticket. She is convinced strange things like this come in threes so she even texted me after work to remind me to do it. So I did for the laugh. And I just found out I won €3.
So there you go – it ain’t just the bad stuff that comes in threes after all. Nice one, universe.
And so it begins. Brown Thomas opened their Christmas shop as per tradition this week just passed. That’s fine. I rarely darken the door of the place so it’s not going to bother me.
But then this morning while working away and listening to the radio as I do it happened. The first Christmas party radio ad in my ears complete with Jingle Bells backing track trying to sell me a good time out at the Red Cow with June Rodgers.
Showing that radio advertising does work (see, even the Newstalk ad for Newstalk ads works) I went off to investigate the object of my annoyance over my lunchbreak. To be honest I didn’t realise that a market for such events still existed in Ireland. Seems you can get yourself a festive dinner and cabaret party including all the essential ingredients:
Vol au Vonts – check
Turkey, ham & spuds – check
Christmas Pudding – check
Undisclosed “vegetarian” option – check
And a collective of glittery angelic happy people for your entertainment.
“Book early to avoid disappointment.”
*BITES FIST*
You’re all right, thanks. Now if you don’t mind, I’m off to my fallout shelter until December.
So I’m off work for a week and a bit and have decided to throw myself into FoodCamp, an event that’s part of the Savour Kilkenny festival.
