April 2016


Dream Job

 Quiet enough today all the same.  Still have no one to hand out the flyers for the dolphin spotting.  Put another ad up in the Eurospar and one in Kilminihan’s.  In orange letters and all!  They’re either too out of their heads to see it or too lazy to want the job.

Bright, neat, mannerly youth wanted to hand out flyers for dolphin spotting.  Apply in person to the Cliff Experience Reception Experience Head Office at the far end of the parking lot.    Must have own bicycle.  Access to own photocopier preferred.  No time-wasters, hipsters, teddy-boys, gougers, corner-boys, yobbos, punks, hippies, goths or skinheads need apply!

Personally I have nothing against hippies but Peadar said I should put them in too otherwise it would look like discriminating.

The Cliff Experience Reception Experience (Disruptive Innovation in the Prefab Hut Space)

Dream Job

 Quiet enough today.  Strange thing happens just after lunch though.  The young lad of the Hartigans appears out of nowhere tapping at my little window.  I slide it open.

“What’s the flamenco singer’s phone number?” he shouts at me.

“What flamenco singer?  What’re you talking about?” says I.

“What’s the flamenco singer’s phone number?” he says again, beaming at me like a Cheshire cat.

“I have no idea,” says I.

“90 90 9090 90 90 9090 90 90 90909,” he says, bursts out laughing and is off across the field before I can get any sense out of him.

Peculiar young fellah.  Harmless, mind you.  I must ask Seamus Deasy about it.  His daughter was an au pair in Malaga or somewhere.  He might know.

 

The Cliff Experience Reception Experience (Disruptive Innovation in the Prefab Hut Space)

Dream Job

 Quiet enough today.  The wireless was on the blink again.  Fortunately one of the young Hurley lads came over on his bike after lunch and sat in the hut and read Samuel Beckett’s Krapp’s Last Tape to me to while away the afternoon.  A little odd but lovely in spots.  Apparently Mr. Beckett would have been 110 today.  Young Hurley says April 13th was Good Friday when Mr. Beckett was born.   Studious lad.  Full of bits of hard knowledge.   This bit I particularly liked:

Celebrated the awful occasion, as in recent years, quietly at the winehouse. Not a soul. Sat before the fire with closed eyes, separating the grain from the husks. Jotted down a few notes, on the back on an envelope.

 

Dream Job

Great power now out me two little solar panels. Only cost me 80 Euro.  Ordered them from a fellah in Bremen.  Got a grant for 17,000Euro  from the county council to put them in mind you.  Maybe that was cos I put the roof measurement on the form in inches instead of meters?

The Cliff Experience Reception Experience (Disruptive Innovation and Cutting-edge Banality in the Prefab Hut Space)

Dream Job

Nothing but Seanad election stuff in the post.  That reminds me though, I didn’t get my quarterly statement for The Cliff Experience Reception Experience Icarus Trust.  I rang Hedgeer Hemlien and got a recorded message saying to ring some fella at Mollusk Fonseca.  Sure I don’t even know the country code for Panama

The Cliff Experience Reception Experience (Disruptive Innovation and Cutting-edge Banality in the Prefab Hut Space)