Sorry lads been away for a while it has been a week dedicated to the RUGBY which is going well. We are 4 points from the top and it is a clash at the top of the table this weekend so wish us luck. In our house you are not aloud to shave unless you score ……on the pitch, so for the last 3 weeks I have been reminded of the fact that I am almost 30 and can’t grow a beard. Any way we leave on Friday for Saturday s game so I should give you lads an update on Monday. O and now for something to make you laugh out loud. Next year I will be studding in Dublin and will be hear for a while. Trav you might need to come live here for exam time.

So any one who has a clue who I am will know that for me to update this blog on a daily bases is almost impossible, and it is just not going to happen. I will tell you that this weekend was the first time I have let the Moes go wild. And wow what a weekend. I promise you I will update it all today. I will tell you that we are now back to business rugby wise, after a three week brake we are back in the league and the boys in the house are keen. Franky has told me today that Sat is so important that he will not wank once this week only pray.( I swear this is how he talks he is catholic) To give you an idea this pic was at 10am on fri in the gunniess factory and that was the start of the weekend for the house.( ha ha look how happy Franky is)

Ok first up thanks buzz for been my first follower you are a true friend. Next thing Garth there is no need for you to send my spelling mistakes to me over email, I know I can’t spell and so do all of you.
Any way I live in a small town. If you close your eyes and picture in your mind a small Irish town with one man selling veg, one selling meat, the guy who runs the tuck shop also runs a cleaning business (‘bubbles’, I know this guy no joke) this is where I live……. Down the road a mere 5 miles away is a town called Bray now this is an entirely different story. A week ago I hade a game of golf with Reggie Corrigan (Irish and Lions Prop)(Did you hear that name drop) who is from Bray and loved it dearly, he remarked that he wished that the place would be hit by a nuclear bomb mmmm OK. Today I pick up the news paper and the head line reads “Cocaine found in 22 out of 25 pub toilets in Bray” Front page!!Two things pop in to mind. One they did not look hard enough and two I should move… but then I relies it would be to expensive to move in to Bray. Some thing you should all know is you get two type of people in Ireland The good and the Travelers, but more on that soon..

Every now and then I hear some thing that makes me drop to the floor and die with laughter (you all know how goes) standing around the other night I was listening to one of the lads tell us about his conquest of the evening ( yes girls we compare as well. Its just good business who’s easy, who swallows that type of thing.) and this guy ended his story with a sentence that will live with me forever (Scott you are going to love this) “I left her face like a painters radio” Fuck I love it. Sick basted.

The Irish how can I try and explain what it is to live among these people well let me start by saying that all of them are alcoholics I have been told that I am a light wait in the drinking department and that was from a 19 year old girl who I must add is a stunner and she was drinking me pretty. Our captain of the club who is a solicitor and a well respected man in the community (I think) has introduced me to his favorite drink Vodka and white wine…….. I mean fuck who does that, add to this the fact that they are the grumpiest people in the world because they live on an island that sees the sun for about 12 minutes a year and you are left with the best place for me to live, I love it here.

I was going to keep this for latter on in our journey but I can’t resist today is a big day for the house and we all literally can’t keep in our emotions, as I type Frenchy is doing a naked dance Franky is franticly making tea (that’s what the English do when they get excited they make tea… I promise). Today on the 13/11/2000 and gr8 we at 47 heather view installed SKY that right 400 channels of pure viewing pleasure and one of those is pure porn (for the Frenchy).for the last 2 months we have subjected ourselves to what can only be described as TV you would

receive in a mental home, and the game of charades is not as fun as it used to be. So yes today is a good day.

Where do you start a thing like this, fuck it I’ll just start. I live in a house in Graystone’s owned by the Graystone’s rugby club. Four of us live here, Stevie a center from the Griffons in south Africa a good man until he gets the beer in him and then you can hear him use the line “do you want to see the body of a professional rugby player’. Frenchy a lock from Montpellier that’s in France for all you lot who have never left home. Two things you need to know about the French they are fucken grumpy all the time, and they love to walk around the house naked (I know how lucky am I). Then there is me Kevin who you all know and love. Now how do I explain this next individual, I like to call him the house mate from God put here to make me feel better about myself and to make us all fall over with laughter. His name is Franky but he goes by 'franky four fingers' and he is a pome. He plays flyhalf but did not make the side so he wiggled his way in to scrumhalf. You will hear a lot of this guy and there will be loads of videos for you to truly understand what I have to deal with.