Yo la Tango!

Now this is more like it.

It's one whole year this saturday since Declan Giles picked up this little piece of football history -in portlaois of all places. Thanks for the image Deco and a vey happy birthday Mr T Pasadena.

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High excitement.

Electric Picninc has everyone running around like a bunch of 12 year olds on a trip to Clara Lara. It also means that September is almost upon us -scary how quickly time passes.

Coincidentaly this is the 100th entry on the 'blog'. To celebrate here is a picture of Astrids arse.


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The aurora rising behind her.

Courtesy of Rachel Browne. Pier lights and carnival life on the water. The Boss would be proud.

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An intellectual proposition.

With Electric Picnic looming the clock is ticking for Mark Rudden. Thesis needs to be done, dusted and submitted on Friday. If he can stay away from YouTube and Facebook for 24 hours he might just make it -although it's a pretty big ask for the Internet's original stalker.

Master of economics and overlord of the compound poisson random variable’s approximation to the individual risk model.

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Life and Soul.

As always.

Dave and T-Bone certainly seem to think so anyway. Caromy is not quite as impressed. Image is from Mark 'the only one who ever sends me anything to stick on this poxy website' Rudden.

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Everybody needs a hero.

Festival of world culture vulture. Hanging with Hindus, chilling with Chinamen.

Actually i didn't speak to anyone i didn't already know all weekend. So much for the festivals "ethos of inclusion and accessibility". Familiar faces, long lost friends and plenty of booze. Good fun but Dun Laoghaire is still missing it's edge since Kelven Reid decided to (quoting my Dad on some largely unrelated subject) 'play to the gallery of the gods' on the far side of the Atlantic.

The more i think about it the more i am convinced that Kelven is in fact the illegitimate love child of Patrick Swayze and a Lemur --which coincidentally are an endangered species.

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Dove sono il Treasa e David?

"Treasa e Dave stanno guidando uno spaniel intorno alla Sicilia. Dave già è stato implicato in un funzionamento di traffico umano della mafia. Ci è niente di divertente circa il traffico umano."

Literally translates to...

"Treasa and Dave are guiding one spaniel around to the Sicily. Dave already has been implied in an operation of human traffic of the Mafia. There is nothing of amusing approximately the human traffic."

Don't think my Italian or my English is too hot.

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Done and Dusted

Happy cvnt....

eoin

Competition.

A new offering from the hippies at buzz-kill inc. Bring it on douche bags --you ain't got nothing, NOTHING.

...Check it.

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One day to go.

first off im thanking danny for his invaluable help in getting my project together and im posting this photo taken today by my dad out side high park cycle the home of the legendary jan buco. im holding my carbon composite disc wheel with fresh "FIXATED" graphics just printed.

the instalation is going in tomorrow night just in time for the bicycle film festival.

nothing too witty or interesting to say but watch this space and laugh at the dick head in the photo...

nice one,

eoin.

Muck fuck.

The Rolling Stones -Slane 2007.

Get a room.

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Outlaw.

Picked up the black & white prints today. Photographs of photographs (i really need to buy a scanner) so the quality is pants but... more here.

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Lick it.

Mark Rudden -on one of his trademark Internet stalking sessions, stumbled upon this little gem and sent it to me.

Dave told me not to post it, he thinks I'll have nothing to live for once Lizanne shoots me down too but he doesn't the understand the connection between the two of us. It's written all over her face.

And just FYI... thats Dave's arm, in case you were starting to worry about Lizanne's diet.

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Sandymounts answer to Emillio Estevez.

David Morgan (b. eng, b. arch?) is some kvnt for one kvnt. Straight out of a fucking 80's cheese-fest movie about friendship, love and becoming a man.

Shit just happens to the guy. Some of it good, some of it bad, but it happens none the less. He doesn't actively seek out any of the action, why should he! The cosmos seems to have some wild and wonderful plan already mapped out for him. Seat of his pants and edge of your seat. A pack of cigarettes, 8 cans of Bulmers and whatever the universe has in store.

I spent Saturday night professing my undying love to a girl who has absolutely no interest in me... but fuck it, I'm taking a leaf out of Mr Morgans book -as unlikely as it sounds. Nothing ventured nothing gained and you've got to be willing to be lucky.

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The right end of the rope.

Reid no longer M.I.A...... the chap is now the star of his own reality telivision show... a mixture between Die Hard the A Team and Dog the Bounty Hunter..

Kelvin is a crucial member of rapid response helicopter rescue unit.. putting his life on the line with out any hesitation, he is droped into areas too hostile ,too wild and too fuckin cool for any normal man, and he does it with his fuckin shirt off.

critics claim that to be a large factor for the shows sucess but our man claims it completely necessary to go undetected to the surounding wild life.

A glass full o'burbon and a dream in a straw.... Kelvin Reid.

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"I could just go flying off."

Another one from the archives.

This is how summer is supposed to be.

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Where's Wally?

Bike, bike, bike. Very busy last week although myself and john did manage to squeeze in 90 minutes on the beach with Robinho Foran.

Lots of images starting to appear on flickr since the messenger world championships, in fact if you look real close you can even see two of the biggest the hipsters in dublin.

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Nothing to say.

I've been busy this week.

So fuck off :)

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Fixated teaser

pay attention to exclusively and obsessively....

nice one.

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And more CMWC XV.

My own photo's are 35mm slides so they are going to take about a week. John should have a few popping up on his flickr any day now though. So far these are the only photos I've been able to find on the web.

flickr.

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More CMWC XV.

I'm quite happy to admit when I'm wrong. Myself and John spun into the Phoenix Park yesterday where we were greeted by a very nice Australian girl on a fixie who asked us if we were there to race, when we replied 'no' she just smiled and said 'ah, so your here to get fucked up -welcome'.

Lots of nice people (I guess about about 300) and lots of cool bikes. Some were racing, some were buying and selling but most were sitting around on the grass shooting the shit and getting wasted. Good clean fun.

Unfortunately it's pissing rain today so we've given it a miss. But tomorrow is another day. Photos to come...

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Idaho.

Pinched from Dave Coffey's Bebo. Lots of familiar faces. Looks like a fun bunch of dudes.

Looking back on this i realise what a huge achievement it was. Granted the chorus smacks of 'As I Lay Me Down' by Sophie B Hawkins but that doesn't take away from the fact that for a school band it was pretty impressive stuff.

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Sore head.

Drinking approximately 60 beers and chasing Lizanne Proctor around Lepoardstown racecourse to the tune of 'that song from dirty dancing' until 4 o'clock in morning certainly hasn't helped.

Last night was a good night for the bookies.

David Morgan (b.eng) ran the handicap hurdle at 2.15am. 1st by a head. Mark Rudden bet against him and lost a fortune. Astrid was odds on favorite to lose her dress in the 3.30am champion chase but punters were again disappointed as she managed to maintain some level of composure and keep her kit on for once.

Less is more. I like the abridged version of this poem better -although that probably says more about me than it does about Keats.

Ode To A Nightingale.

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

        -John Keats

Peace out.

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What do you want to be when you grow up?

Growing up to be your dad isn't necessarily a bad thing. Take these two kvnts for example; the process basically just involves a few minor alterations to their facial hair and the addition of a fleet of flash cars -done.

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On your marque.

Still on the subject of bikes, Ben's Peugeot is coming along nicely. I love the pearlescent finish, it really jumps out at you. I wouldn't try to descend any hills on it just yet though as there is quite a bit of slack on that chain. The plastic saddle was a bold move too, looks great but his arse may want to have a word with him about it.

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