Deco's introduction and Welcome!

Whats the craic Folks!? Well, the battle between me and my will power has begun. From Today, I aim not to drink a drop of alcohol until Christmas Eve 2009. Before I go into the why's and what's of doing this, I feel I should introduce myself. Most people who will read this will already know me. But those who dont, well...... My Name is Declan Francis Greene, (yes Francis, dont laugh it was my Grandfathers name) nobody calls me Declan though because Im from a little place in Blanchardstown called Corduff and if I didnt alter my name at young age to 'DecO', I wouldnt have been deemed 'mad' enough to live in this often misunderstood corner of the world. Its imperative however that when you pronounce this nickname you enunciate the 'O' at the end as if you were imperonating the vocals of a Ronan Keating song. Then and only then will your transformation into a Blanch head, be complete.
I am a mighty 7ft 7" with arms like tree trunks and hair that can only be described as a glorious lions main that has be set aflame by an arsonist high on prozac. I have the sculpted body of a Spartan warrior and the strength measured only by a Herculaen strong man who is so pumped on steroids, that the needles are still attached to his body. Thats all a lie by the way... Except for the hair... Im about 5ft 7", my face is a Smorgasbord of freckles that in some photographs make me look like I have a terminal illness, but in others, depending on the angle, make me look like im wearing make-up (any other 'frecklors' out there will understand what I mean). Please take note of the word 'Frecklor' - this is the first example of what I will refer to as a Deco'ism. It is a fictional word that I have conjured to describe something or someone because I simply dont have the motivation to look up the real definition (not that there is a collaborative word for a community of freckle endowed people).
I have many hobbits, er I mean hobbies (or at least I used to); Jiu Jitsu, Capoeira, tennis, badminton, Guitar and I enjoy the occasional beer with my friends. Circle and remove the 10 letter adjective in the previous sentence.
I have an innate and paralysing fear of Spiders; I know Im 10,000 times bigger but thats not the point! They have eight legs! Anyway, thats the only passage I have to femininity. Thats a lie too; you should hear my taste in music... Im serious, if you were to judge my sexuality on the hopelessly romantic songs that I listen to, you would think I was a raging homosexual. Not that love songs should be typecast as 'Gay Music'. Not that theres anything wrong being homosexual...er....em.... Im treading thin ice here arent I? ....er...erm...... LOOK, ITS ELVIS! (while I run away).
Well I think thats a good start.... Im off to get some food. (not sure if you knew about this but food is essential to survival). We'll get into the meat of why I want to get off the drink in my next post. Trust me, theres more to it than you know....

Slan mo chara

Deco