A Roving I’ll Go
Ah, but wait-wait-wait…waity here a wee minute…
Thing is see, I’m not Irish. It’s true I’m a diasporic* Celt who writes about sheep a lot and hangs out on a lot of Irish sites but I’m a Scottisher living in California so no shiny gongs for me. Howly waily. The sweet and lovely Devin nominated me and stone me stone deceased if I wasn’t more chuffed than a chuffy-chuffy steam trainfull of asthmatics going up a foggy hill; it fair made my day. But I’d feel like an imposter as my Irish credentials are generations gone, nor do I live there, so I’m removing myself from the list.
I will be at the awards though, on the way to pick up my mammy – a nervous flier – and bring her back here for her holidays. Providing, that is, the British embassy gets it’s wrinkly old arse in gear and renews my passport. They said 10 days. It’s been more than 10 days. I’ve bought my ticket now too so it blinkin’ well better get here on time.
I’m really excited about getting to meet some of my favourite bloggers, folks like fatmammycat, Primal Sneeze, Bock The Robber, Eolai, Sniffly, The Hangar Queen, Medbh, Gimme, Manuel, John Mc, CapnP, Conan, Sweary, if she shows up, and perhappens a whole bunch of other great people I don’t know quite so well yet like K8 and Flirty and Gingerpixel and Annie and oooh loadsa people. Maybe do a little Twenty spotting too. ‘k, I can’t be bothered making links any more.
As it happens, most, if not all, of these people are nominated and you will not be wasting your time if you visit any one of them. These are gems of blogs, every one. It was lovely to have been included in their number for a wee while, and generous of Dev indeed but I’m more than happy with just getting to come and rah on all me Irisher pals. In one swell foop I’m getting to meet half my blogroll. I wish there was a way of meeting the other half sometime.
* This means I reproduce asexually in a forest far, far away. Like a mushroom.