“Vote 1” But Who?!

“Man of the People”…. “No Party… just you”… “Real Capital, Real MEP”…”Peoples Issues are my Issues”… and on and on and on. The main and most important question is, who do you trust to deliver?

For the past few weeks I have been going around discussing with friends and colleagues about the elections. To my surprise, most are actually voting on the 5th. My predictions would have been a massive boycott on a National level.

Many Polls done by the media indicate that there certainly is a shift from the norm when it comes to choosing a Party, whether the Fianna Fail or Labour or any other, it is happening. what I realised is that most of the shifts are not due the lack or increase of confidence by certain Parties (maybe just one), it is the Candidates themselves. Not one person I asked “Which Party you are electing?” really cared about that, they all were banking on the candidates themselves. Sinn Fain supporters voting for Fainna Fail, Fine Gaels voting for Labour. It was truly a battle among the candidates.

This leads me to an answer for my first question. At last! Power IS in the hands of the people. People in Ireland do want to see actual change and this time they are looking deeper than just the Party sign posts or flyers they are reaching out searching for the OBAMAS of this Nation!

So best of luck to who ever wins and may we see the change every voter is wishing for…

Tomorrow I will be visiting the voting stations for a personal experience. What a sight that will be.

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Burn Baby Burn

Shorts, tank-tops and bikinis were the order of the day with many basking under the scorching rays of the sun throughout the weekend. What a great day… or is it?!

The Irish love for the sunshine and the obsession for extreme tans. Something I will get my head around. The logic behind baking under the sun to the level of a freshly boiled lobster and then staying up all night crying your eyes out from the border line 3rd degree burns. Imagine the sight of bubbling blisters with pale orange ooze seeping out of them along with torn pieces off your dead skin from every part of your burnt body exposing your damp pink flesh to the unbearable pain every time you move a muscle.

Craziest of all it doesn’t end there! The next day everyone is out at it again burning for the “famous” George Hamilton tan. Lovely!?!

One thing comes to mind, I hope they saved the numbers 999 on speed dial, just in case.

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Flip-flops for Wellies!

Who in the world would have predicted four days of great sunny and WARM weather in Ireland!!! Well I guess the MET office did.

Dusting the BBQ out of the shed by four in the afternoon with the beers chilling in the fridge, all my friends were able to smell the burgers and sausages grilling ten blocks away.  The texts and calls went around, “Barbecue at Tarek’s!”, and within an hour I was serving more than twenty half flaming boys and girls in my back garden.  The good news is everyone came with a case or a bottle of the good stuff. Hale to the Irish generosity!

Never have I thought I would relive the RAK days when good friends dropped in unannounced for a good day out.

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