There is nothing more comforting than a nice Irish granny.

I have to say a few words on this fact, because (and yes we all know it), there is something quite euphoric about visiting a cosy, old granny's house for a while. My rave on this fact comes from a short visit I paid to my friend's granny out in the more "countryish" side of my town - and let me tell you , it was lovely!( I myself have two Grannies at the moment, but old age has rusted their granny-powers just a tad.) We walked into the cutest smallest, warmest, most plush room I have been in ever. Everything was either soft carpet, patterned curtains, teacups, knitted, the works. (I swear I was ready to see a basket of kittens and yarn) The friend's traditional Irish granny bustled over filling her doily embroidered tea-table with scones, tea-cakes, cakes, biscuits, and anything that would make us feel like we were sitting in the start of a Disney movie. It was lush. And even as we sat there discussing trivial local news, or insignificant facts about something that flashed across her telly - our visit meant the world to her. I could tell from the jolly smile on her face and her strive to make our stay as comfortable as ever, that she would have sat there with us all night, having the craic and the banter, like old times. It was the sentimental value and comfort that we all felt in that warm, safe, cosy room during that vist,which really made me appreciate my own Grandparents, and at one point, I even felt envious of my friend's relationship. Nevertheless - I learnt an important lesson - visit Granny more often = more pocket money... jokes... I think I would want to visit them just to feel the exact same way I did at my friends. 

I like the smell of burning turf, and today "Gooch"(Mr.E's Allias) made me think about "Anonymous"

Right so as my extra-long-lasting-toast burns a little more -  so I will have the pleasure of scraping it off because I was nice enough to stay and talk to "Gooch" before he embarks on his 6am journey to France - I'm going to sit here in optimum pleasure as I absorb and encapsulate the aroma of burning Irish turf. Yeah, it's a little strange having a fire on this time of year, but when you can touch your nose and it feels cold and shiny, the fire can help take the edge off feeling like your nose has just been buffed by a Chinese deco-nail fiend. All shit aside, Gooch also taught me a valuable lesson about the importance of secret-internet-nerd-intellegence-societies. I learnt how even guys who like to wear Guy Fawkes masks "anonymously"(in their spare time of course) can try to make a difference with their cyber-protesting about Scientology and what they think about it. I mean don't get me wrong, I have nothing against a person's own beliefs, and when it comes to religion, I like to stay off the sensitive subject because of its many different outlooks and sentiments, but I have to admit that after some Wiki research, I was pretty astounded  - really and truly, there is a lot out there in cyber-space that nobody knows about, nor understands. Forget about landing on Mars for now, for in the future, the internet could be (in the words of Hamlet) "the undiscovered country, from whose bourn, no traveller returns".