No you're never gonna get it never never gonna

I went to the National Library. I saw "George". He smiled politely and said "You must be working hard."

"I am," I said.

I guess I'll never know whether he found my note or not; I'm too chicken to bring it up. Damn, damn and redamn.

I'm gonna cheer myself up by going to look at the mummies in St Michan's. I've been told it is good luck to shake (or kiss, is it kiss?) their hands. Their horrid, mummified hands. God only knows why. But in a creepy sort of way, I am looking forward to it. I've persuaded Bepe to come with me although he's already decided not to be freaked out, and told me that he has seen something similar in Sicily.

Stuff like this really brings home to me just how old Dublin is, and how much history there is here. Some of the mummies were interred before the Vikings arrived in Newfoundland! That's pretty damn old.

I'm going to take lots of pictures to show the folks back home. You never know, some of those mummies might even be our ancestors!