top o' the mornin' to you

another quiet week in worthing, i think - wasn’t here for most of it. went to see the cork and kerry mountains. stereotypically they were wrapped in cotton wool so didn’t see captain farrel either. everything and everywhere seemed to have a song written about it – except macgillycuddy’s reeks. wonder why? are the place names real? skibbereen, ballydehob,, ballynacarriga (perhaps that’s a dance?). i’m going to rename my town....worthyjinglybobs

came back refreshed and, as promised, got the waggler out. not a bite. however better luck with the pole – hope it had a work permit! note: must review my bait. thought the carp would succumb to the scrummy spar spam sozzled overnight in five spice. knew i should have added balsamic vinegar. delicate palates at passies. the only thing i got all day was a lobster complexion, without sun. how bizarre.

exciting weekend. went to a bar-billiards competition. what’s that all about? the balls kept scuttling down random holes scattered all over the table only to be replaced in their original positions. surprisingly nobody seemed pleased when i helpfully sellotaped the holes to avoid more accidents. why hasn't anybody else thought of doing that? and where/how do people practice this game? does it really exist? is there a world champion? perhaps he lives in worthydejinglebobs .

went walking along the seafront yesterday. counted 1,947 seagulls. interesting!