THE RETURN OF THE JODI

That's it, I have no other reason for writing this FLOG entry other than that title. I just had to use it, I just had to wait until Jodi returned from somewhere.

And after a month of galavanting around Europe, breathing her own special blend of American crazed ultrapresence into the life of many unprepared locals of various Euopean cultures, she came back for one last adventure in Cork city. And now she's gone again, another Leeside American has repatrioted herself back stateside. I'll make an effort to remember her at her worst - and therefore most hillarious. Like the time when she decided it would be a great idea to pull down Nancy's pants leaving her standing before us with her 18s-certificate nether-eye peering at us like a frightened flushed-out rodent. Utterly exposed with a capital Utter. Or the time she soberly sipped her first sip from her full pint in the Bailey, then dropped the whole thing and ran away. Or the time she proudly exclaimed her fear of midgets. Or the time she came by my shop after downing a bottle of wine and then almost falling in the door shouting my name over and over - quite loudly - much to the amusement of the other customers. Or the time she came in and saw my boss there and rudely pointed and said, not to discreetly: "Who's THAT guy?!!" Or the time she fell in the Lee on her last day, and screamed:"aaaagh! I'm in the Lee! What do I do? What do I do?"
Anybody else with any good Jodi stories let me know... until then we salute her, the Crazy Jew!