Month: August 2005

There is a mutant in my kitchen

Ghosts, UFO's and angry ex-girlfriends. I've dealt with them all. But, nothing could have prepared me for *the thing*. During the course of my so far reasonably interesting life, I've had the shit scared out of me a few times. There was that time on the Isle of Man when myself and a friend were party to a haunting. Then there was the time that had a mexican stand-off with an angry badger. And I worked at the National Museum of Ireland for a few years where I saw shit that would make your hair stand on end. But last night, I reached my threshold of terror. It was about eleven o' clock and after a discussion on the phone with a friend, I decided that I wouldn't mind having a drink. In fact, I said to myself in a moment of fabulous clarity, I fancy a glass of Baileys....