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| Virulent volcanic vehemence, 1883 |
1883 Explosion heard thousands of miles away as Indonesian volcano destroys island of Krakatoa in largest volcanic eruption in recorded history, killing 36,000 in subsequent tsunami
11:31
It's a day for waking up slowly after a night of driving home from the pub, a long country mile away.
12:22
Saw something – I can't – ohmyfuckingjesus. From last night. Something terrible has happened!
13:00
It's impossible to believe! I can't get it out of my head it's fucking unbelievable. I'm going to be sick. Just there, around the corner. I'm – I think I'm traumatised. I've seen a few – things – but never, not like this. Not on this scale of intensity. This is too much.
13:22
This is no good. Somebody had too much drink taken and a dodgy curry or something and on the way home blew their underpants off in an diarrheaic expolosion just around the corner from my apartment. I swear I can hear it from here, the sound it makes, crawling down. It's treacly. The stench is still with me. It's fresh and browny black and I would say about 8 litres of stuff just sprayed there, pinning the underpants to the gate and sliding down to the ground. OMG it's fucking horrible. OMG, OMG, OM-FUCKFUCK!
13:24
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww.
20:00
I go jogging by the abandoned Magazine Fort sometimes in the Phoenix Park. Erstwhile Crown Forces ammunition dump. Star-shaped it stands on the hill, in enfilade over the Liffey valley, brooding decrepitly over the west, falling to pieces slowly.
Once upon a time, in the deep and distant past, it was the site of the British Ambassador’s residence. Bullets are just diplomacy by another name I guess. The Free State army abandoned it after the fort was robbed of every last round of ammunition in a raid by a gang of resolute IRA men in the nineteen thirties.
It is surrounded by a dry moate on top of a hill. This is where I see them standing. One of them is wearing a horrible light blue blue jumper, trousers down around his ankles, clutching his rifle in his hand.
Under the buttress. Butts undressed. Two young gay Dubs locked in a clinch, one behind the other, rearing to rut. Pale blue buttocks abroad in the weakening daylight, grinning like cats, cocks rocked and ready to roll.
I'm gaining momentum. Undeterred by my presence, they fire blanks through the cracks. Speeding past as though I'm being chased by a bear through the woods, I vow to refer to it as The Arsenal from now on. Overall, and with all things under due consideration, I have to say, I'm traumatised and not for the first time today.
23:44
More un-ironic than I can take:
I am a Bangladeshi girl. I am divorced with a daughter who on 7. I have my mom leaving with me cozy she is unable to walk.
She is sick. I am the only person to take care of my daughter and mom. I am not that much beautiful. I am religious and i want a person who really loves Jesus. Who does not smoke or drink. Nor go to bad places and mix with nasty peoples. What I'm In Search Of... I am alone right now. I relay want some one who is responsible ans will take care of my daughter. I want a person whom i can trust and love. I want not only just relationship but to get married.
23:59
Out of desperation, using copy and paste to take from an average range of requirements, I stake my false claim to fake sincerity:
Why should you get to know DerringDougal?
DerringDougal is:
- A caring person with a sensitive side, but is not afraid to assert himself.
- Loves a night out/a night in with a bottle of wine watching DVDs.
- Is a great dancer and cook.
- Loves being outdoors.
- Is not afraid to try new things.
- Kind/tender/intelligent
- Loves music/film/reading
- Likes to keep in shape
- Has a witty and charming sense of humour.
- Eh? Eh?
