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Cooking plans..

This place must be pretty fecking different with all this ridiculously emotional shite hanging around and being all teary-eyed and whatnot. But to be honest I don’t really mind if ye all hate it because I see it as an investment in the future development and continuity of my blog. I’d sort of hit a brick wall and I was thinking of giving up this whole blogging lark altogether. Then, via Boards, I came across this 30 days of letters thing and reckoned that it would at least get me writing again. Which, fair fucks to it, it did. And reading through them one after the other you’d be forgiven for thinking I’m in the midst of an emotional breakdown. I’m not. I swear. I’m just pretty convincing with the emotional writing.

Leading on from paragraph one, I’m now formally announcing that from now on I am just going to be writing what I want to write. Forget what will draw the readers, forget making the place look aesthetically pleasing, forget any worthwhile journalism. This is just for me to rant and rave, to reminisce and discuss. I’ll post the odd photo of what I’m wearing if I get around to it, but apart from that it’ll be words all the way. So you’re just going to have to start making a cuppa tea before you sit down and click on the Wintertime Clothes bookmark in your browser. (You have it bookmarked, right? Or maybe you’re all into that RSS stuff. Whatever, you computer nerd.) Then you know you’re in for the long haul and you’ll just have to start at the top and finish at the bottom. Might help increase your attention span in this day and age of Twitter and texting and everything else.

I now realise I haven’t once mentioned my cooking plans. I’ll explain. The parents are going away for a fortnight next week (party on!!) and I’ll have to cook for me and whoever else is staying to keep me company. And I was thinking earlier about what I’m going to make, and I thought that writing a list here for you all to read would be a good method of brainstorming. Things to bear in mind include the fact that we have nine egg-laying hens in the garden, along with lettuce and tomatoes in the kitchen garden and greenhouse, plenty of fresh herbs and there’s generally cheese in the fridge.

So I need fourteen dinners. Hmm. Breakfast’s always just a slice of bread or a piece of fruit and, if I’m at home, lunch tends to be the same. So all that’s left is dinner.

1. Egg fried rice

2. Baked potato

3. Quiche

4. Omelette and chips

5. Pizza

6. Quesadillas

7. Coq au vin (there’s a few portions of this frozen in the fridge y’see..)

8. Curry

9. Fancy toasted sandwich

10. Pasta with sauce and veg

11. Macaroni and cheese (Hannah could provide this possibly? Or I’ll find a recipe..)

12. Gnocchi (Never made these before, but when I was on www.supercook.com the other night I discovered we generally have the wherewithal to make these so I may as well give it a lash..)

13. Ready-made meal from M&S (Caramelised onion and goats cheese tart)
14. Ready-made meal from Dunnes (Ravioli)
Shur I’m sorted! That list took about two minutes so I’ve plenty of ideas really. Maybe I should make a desert list? Chances are I won’t even be at home half the time for dinner but I may as well have this list here in case I’m stuck some night. I’ll also willingly accept any applications from any readers who’d like to come over and cook for me. I’ll provide the wine in return. Speaking of which, need to check is that offer still on in Tesco where you could get three 50cl bottles of McGuigan Shiraz for a tenner. They were fecking savage.. Or I could be like a normal teenager and just get beer. But no.
Right then, applications to be Niamh’s personal chef for one night only to wintertimeclothes@live.ie. Ha.


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#10 – Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to

Hi A,

Long(ish) time no see.. I miss you, y’know that? I miss the long chats we used to have about everything and nothing. I miss having you there whenever I needed to see a (usually) friendly face.

How’re you getting on anyway? I guess life’s kinda tough at the moment, but it’ll all work out. I’m sure of it. You’re pretty lucky to have some amazing people around you. And they’re even luckier to have you around them. How’s the other half? Hope everything’s going well in that department.

Any luck with some form of a comeback? It’d make my bloody day. Year, even. I’m a different person because of the time I spent in there with ye and I’ll never forget that.

I should call up to you some day soon.. Talkcha then..

Niamh x

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#8 – Your favourite internet friend

Well hi there,

How are you? Shur I was talking to you pretty recently so there’s not much to say. Well there could be, but there’s not going to be.

Years ago I only thought there were weirdos on the internet, and the thought of meeting someone online was freaky fucking shit. But you’re not that weird thankfully! Although I think of you more as a real-life friend, we did initially get to know each other online. So for that alone, I thank the internet. It’s not all bad like, but you never hear stories like this in the media. Just the bad stuff..

See you soon, yeah?

Niamh x

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#7 – The last person you kissed


So this isn’t awkward at all. Haha.

Just wondering, where do you live actually? It’d be kind of handy to know just so I can avoid you.

That party last week was totally crazy in fairness. And in a way if it wasn’t for you it would never have happened so thanks, I guess.

See you around then (hopefully not).


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#6 – A stranger

Hey stranger,

I don’t know who you are, where this finds you or what you’re even going to make of it. I guess in a way it’s much like every blog post I do, each one being a letter to anyone who cares to read the blog..

I hope you’re enjoying your life and that everything’s ok. I’m writing this to you to help with my blog really. Sorry if that makes you feel worthless and used but it’s the truth. I took a bit of a break from blogging recently when I wrote the Kinsale Arts Week blog for nine days. Speaking of Kinsale Arts Week, it was such an amazing week for me. It was the break I needed from Cork and all the shit going on here. Caroline and I just go to escape for a week and I loved it.

I love Kinsale. Everyone knows everyone, which can of course be annoying, but it’s nice too. We got to stay down there in an apartment and it was like we were miles away from home. Which we were I guess. I got to know so many people and caught up with people from last year and went out and had fun. It was crazy and different and very, very memorable.

Now I’m back in Cork and it’s, well, fine. Some days are nice, others are a bit boring. Bit of an anticlimax if you like. Only a month of holidays left though so we should make the most of it. I wish some stuff was different at the moment, but life can’t be perfect all the time. I am looking forward to something sometime soon, that is if it even happens. Fingers crossed though.

I like having things to look forward to. It helps to give a sense of, like, time or something? Speaking of which, there’s a bit of a portay on in Kinsale next weekend which I’m technically invited to but not really. That’s the worst fucking thing about Facebook. You get an invite if you’re a person’s friend but that doesn’t mean they actually want you there. So it’s hard to decide whether you should go or not. Not that they wouldn’t want me there like. ‘Cause the people in question are pretty cool.

Last night I watched Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. It’s a surprisingly good film actually. I had a cup of tea and a slice of chocolate fudge cake while watching it and everyone else was in bed so it was a nice bit of peace and quiet for a change. And then a song by The National came on in the film and it made me really, really happy. That sounds so sad I know but it was so unexpected and it was just lovely to hear Matt Berninger’s beautiful vocals. I love music.

I’ve been watching a good few films recently. As in one a day for the past three or four days maybe. I like to watch a DVD or some stupid romcom late at night out in the smaller TV room on the Xbox. I only begun watching the TV again the day after a night out in Kinsale when I was so ridiculously hungover it was all I could do. I bloody well love Frasier too. There should be a special ComedyCentralFrasier channel. Hmm.

Think I’m going to shut up now before I run out of stuff to say in the remaining 24 letters.

Goodbye then.

Niamh 🙂

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#5 – Your dreams

Dear dreams,

I’m not sure am I supposed to be writing to my dreams that I have when I sleep, or my aspirations. I think I’ll go with the latter.

One day, you will become a reality. Well hopefully anyway!

Over and out..

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#4 – Your sibling

Hi there child,
Look, I’ll put it bluntly. You can be ridiculously annoying. Although I can’t really blame you for that because you’re only twelve. Or is it thirteen. Whatever.
You don’t know how lucky you have it, being the younger child. Everything is easier for you; no barriers to break down. I’ve all the legwork done, it’s your turn to sail through now.
I think this letter should contain some form of advice to you. Because i think it would change your life, I urge you to start listening to better music than that shite in the charts.
Don’t be afraid to be the different one.
Choose your friends carefully.
Try everything.
If an opportunity comes your way, grab it with both hands.
Don’t worry too much about school, you’ll just be labelled a geek and a nerd.
Play sport, and lots of it.
Learn how to enjoy your own company.
Fashion is important, so try to dress better.
Talk to your parents and build up a sense of trust; it will prove invaluable in years to come.
And just enjoy yourself. That’s the most important one.
Pity you’re never going to read this..

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