Happy Birthday to me..

Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble..

So.. it's almost 11.. and I should be down in Dublin being serenaded, but no.. no no no no, that would be too much to ask.. why is life such a dirty, skanky little bitch whore?

So, for my birthday last month my brother got me and him tickets for Ray LaMontagne in Dublin tonight. So today he skives off work and I work til 4, so we can leave at 5. I think we evenually left at like 5.30 but whatever, we had plenty of time.. it didn't start til 8. Anyway, about 30mins down the road he notices his engine temperature is through the roof and after getting me to look up the manual (like that'll help..) he phones my dad to ask what it might be.. not that he needed to.. the burning smell said it all really.. and the very unhealthy rattling sounds the engine was making... So, after deciding it probably needs more water and being told to pull over as soon as possible before we both die a firey death, we go in search of a garage. A garage there is not.. the closest thing we could find was a Lidl.. in Banbridge..

So we pull into the car park, and as soon as we stop the engine starts to smoke like a chimney. Not a good sign. Up goes the bonnet and we sit like clampets for about 20mins for the engine to cool down so we can top it up with water. In goes the water... out goes the water... in goes the water... out goes the water.. in goes the water... out goes the water... BASTARD! The one day we're going somewhere and the fucking radiator miraculously springs a leak. *sigh* So what's my brothers genius idea you ask? Chewing gum.. fucking chewing gum! So in he goes again to get a bag of chewing gum so we can eat the entire pack for him to hold his engine together.. now, really?... REALLY?! Funnily enough it didn't work and we had to come home. Happy birthday to me..

EDIT: Oh yeah I forgot to mention, there was a little boy in the housing estate above singing "It's raining men" to the tune of "Barbie girl" the whole time... disturbing..

PS. 100th post, w00t!