Deborah

Debs. I don’t like the name Debs; I’m going to call her Deborah now. Debs doesn’t sound right coming from me, it’s forced and awkward-sounding, like when Fergus (of the dismal RTE “comedy” Fergus’ Wedding) calls his English girlfriend “babes”. Debs seems really nice. Really nice. I was thinking in the back of my mind all Saturday night that I should talk to her. I never got round to talking to her properly. I was listening to Cormac’s problems with the gayness, and didn’t want to just stick my hand up and say “sorry, can’t help you, talk to someone who’s gay about this” (I should have though, in hindsight. What the hell do I know about being gay?). So the little kiss goodbye the next day was the end of it.

Only it wasn’t. I got a text today from a number I didn’t know. “GUESS WHO?” Being the devious bastard I am, I decided to make an educated guess as to who it was. I got into the number’s mailbox and listened for any mention in the messages of the owner’s name. “Hi Debs, it me…..” DEBS? Deborah. Cute Galway girl! Texting me!!! She must’ve got my number from Moyrah! I texted back “Mam?” She replied, saying that she hoped I didn’t have a “Mammy complex”. My next guess was “Debs?” The shock was audible. She was disgusted.

“How did you know it was me?”

“I recognised your handwriting”

We texted for nearly four hours. She wants to know when I’ll be in Galway again……..

Soon.

j

p.s. I hate short little entries so I thought I’d throw this in at the end. I like James Bond films. I’m buying the Moulin Rouge DVD tomorrow. So imagine my surprise when I read this on Yahoo! News:

Moulin Rouge director Baz Luhrmann has revealed that he’d love to helm a James Bond movie.

The extravagant Aussie director was contemplating future projects when he let slip, “I think to myself I’d love to do a James Bond film,” adding “Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Might make sense. Bond, looking over his life of secret-agent-ness, breaks into song – “When I was young/and my heart/was an open book…….”

What can I say; it’s 2.47am………..