Kudos

A shamelss paparazzi shot on my behalf, but well done Sean and Dec. And yes that's Seans hand around Pammy dear.

I however wasn't mingling with Pammy, I was down the road out to a lovely meal with some Rathcoolians and booterstownonians having a real quality meal in the Pearl Brasserie. Great menu, great atmos and the food........I'm still dreaming of the beef and parmesan croquettes. How are people who dine out each day not obese? I tell you, its wise of me not to play the lotto. Wise I tells ye.

I'm still not over the Eamon thing.

I’ve been good lately, no boozing on a school night- due to an unofficial warning in work. So it’s been socialising with sobriety of late. I had a good catch up with Jules last week in Pizzastop, tasty but the non English speaking waiters can be a problem if you want the number 12 on the menu altered with something as dramatic as a gravy. She’s in good form since her exit from the jokeshop.

Friday was a non event in work. Went to Dundrum to pick up stuff in Argos- what’s with the new, order and come back in a week business? Down with that sorta thing. I headed out to Sallins to Lena’s first night in her posh new pad. Posh but no TV or couch yet so it was vino at the kitchen table . A male neighbour of hers scuttled in with vino later in the night, so that brought us to three am and I’ll let her tell you about the rest!

Saturday was my second birthday, much like the Queen’s 80th birthday but better. I went furniture shopping with The Special One for his posh new pad, all my mates are getting posher you see- but not me, I still shoplift when the urge takes me. That was pretty successful. Then Keith Floyd, I mean Dad, put on a lovely BBQ and then P, Suz and the Special One came over for Champers. Strutted on up to the Poitin then for a knees up, all the usual suspects were there. Up to the Court for a few more sociables, which was full of Rathcoolians. Lots of dancing was done, Suzy the Dancing Queen met Gerry the Dancing Queen of Naas and it was a match made in heaven. I think he said something like “show us” and it all kicked off footloose style. The Special One ran around with trays of baby Guinness like a madman, Siobhs scored a boybander and Lena cored a frog. P went missing, ahem. But suffice to say she is alive and well!

Sunday, thank God I’m back on the Milk Thistle, was the christening of Molly Rose in Sandymount. That was a family affair- lots of lovely food and wine and then banter and then politics banter after a few pints of rust. Hit the scratcher reasonably early, no thanks to Mal who thought after ten hours of sipping thought Renards was a good idea.

Oh and had a great day on my birthday last week, I woke up and yeh I had turned 26. My first phonecall was from Murph asking had my bladder weakened each time I coughed. No, not yet I told her. Work remembered my birthday which was nice. Went to the Coole for Éclair and Profiterole cake, as good as it sounds folks, Superquinn. Got loads of lovely lovely presents –one or two which may turn into blogs, a big ball that I can’t remember the name of that you bop on and hold onto the ears and a weekend away in Kerry from the Extra Special One. Good times.

A great man has departed

It's a bad week for the media watching/listening public...... First Flynn now,Eamo the nightclubbing King has decided not to renew contracts with Newstalk 106. So we can't wake up with Eamon anymore.

What will be the point in getting up in the morning?

Unless he's in the bed beside you of course :)

A great man has died

R.I.P. Flynn Saunders. Survived by his wife Sally, his children; Rik, Cassie and Pippa. May you look into to the Bay from time to time.

It's not short but it's sweet.

Stretch your mids back to the Bank Holiday weekend, seems like an age ago. The weather was great, which led to a lot of Farmer tans on the men and women of Ireland. Saturday of the same weekend was a dinner party by Seoirse up in Naas, Al Fresco too. Al Fresco till one am, Summer is great. Then twas down to Miltown Malbay to celebrate the Bank Holiday Sunday with the Special One who was down there on the annual session; tanning, drinking, tomfoolery and gofling session that is. Fab dinner in the Armada restaurant with the Bolsters followed by the prize giving in the local Golf Club, it wasn't a fix at all, swear! Gerry was robbed. Session in Miltown Malbay ensued- where somebody managed to get twenty minutes kip in the pub, ahem. The night was called to a halt by the residence bar, must've been only 2am. Blasphemy. Only a small fuss was kicked up to get drinks up to the room and watch a rerun of Frightnight.

The next day we went to Poland, I mean Lahinch beach. What is the story there? Lidl and Aldi must have done no business that day.

The next week was stressful enough, was moving from the Mines to P's gaf cos Suz won the lotto and bought a gaf. So there was lots of summising and packing to be done, last minute obviously cos there was way too much other stuff going on. Tuesday, me and Suz went to Marios in Ranelagh on a Farewell tour, The Eagles are such copycats or is it the other way around. Top work Marios, yum fodder. Wednesday was over to Lynnes to catch up with her gossip- she too was moving but more of that later. Thursday was Cafe Bar Deli with Siobhs and then on to see Pete Murray in Vicar Street. Great recommendation by Ms Russell. Good singer- lacks Charisma tho , but I wouldn't blame the chap. I was surrounded by Aussie ex pats, wearing their Aussie gear all wishing they were still there and proceeded to talk the whole way through the gig about how great Oz is. Whhhisssht wud ye?! I thought the night was going to end there, but no, bumped into Power, his Southpark mate, Jimmmeeeeyyyy and his other mate. Timmmmeeeyyyy. Flannerys was in spitting distance. It would be rude not to. Much respect to Power he knows all the bouncers, everywhere. Legged it to Coppers after, (yes I had work the next day- I was only going for one blah blah blah) where we met the girl that Ciaran had dropped on her head in Brittas Bay earlier on that day and had last seen her in a hospital. He could do no more grovelling. She was grand though- she was a Nurse so she may as well have been in a hospital the amount of Nurses that drink in that establishment.

The next night, Daddy Quinn helped me move my utter amount of crap after a mild heart attack upon seeing the amount of utter crap.

Saturday, the Special One helped me move the other stuff and we started boozing early. We and my new roomie P went down to check out her boyf's new pad in Ballintyre. What a setup in that place, dead posh. Then it was a sociable time to drink in public so we all scooted down to Lynne, Mary and Emers housewarming. Well done gilrs for knowing how to throw a party, they even invited boys, which was something new to this ex Booterstown fraternity. Jaysus where did the night go- tons of banter. Then the Special One's bro in law to be came to liven up the party, he had the genius idea of burning into town to Renards, at 3am! So off we went- skipped the queue and drank like Lord's until it was bright.

Must've passed out cos I woke up in Sandymount the next day. Went to Itsa where they sell Ireland's best Potato skins (anyone begs to differ, please send you skins to PO BOX; You're Wrong, Donnybrook, Dublin 4). Apparently what I needed to get rid of my hangover was another pint, a great afternoon of idol chat was had over a pint. But it wasn't a pint I needed, it's a new liver.

So in anyways, its now Tuesday, we have well broken the Ice on the World Cup, not to mention Keano's stealing of the World Cups thunder and I have to start it all over again. I is turning 26 tamarra and its a celebration that will probably go till Monday. I might have aged another year by then.

Does blogspot.com pay mileage?

Back on the airwaves, blogging away before I forget all the places I have frequented in the last week. Right where did I sign off last week, oh yeah Cava in my folks gaf, me and Lena managed to polish off two bottles before Siobhs came to collect us to go to the Putch. The Poitin at first resembled an overcrowded crèche, the penny dropped when we saw some HFCS teachers that we were at the graduation of the school, so it was in fact an overcroweded crèche. Gone are the days when you would graduate midweek and go into sports day with a stonking hangover. Saw Mr Hill, but no mawling was done as he went and quick as he breezed in, was chatting to O’Connor who hasn’t changed a bit and is still tapping himself on his back for “getting” me an A in Leaving Cert Geography.

Loads of the Coole Newcastle peeps were there, Gerard “young ones aren’t illegal anymore” Fox, Hughy, Gabi and Murph, The Special One, Marco and I saw Amanda, shes looking great after her travels. Me and Lena then gave the Cava another seeing to, nearly cut ourselves on the glass whilst squeezing it dry.

Saturday evening was an interesting one, Sinead Fitz was having a going away do as she jumped ship to Edinburgh. L That was in her gaf, Betty put on a lovely spread, then it was over to my cousin’s for dinner as Fiona is moving to Paros, all the fam were there and some new adorable additions. Great food by Aunty Mary. Then scooted off back to Dun Laoghaire, collected Paula- my new housemate to be, and off we went down to Delgany to Janes annual bash in her gaf. Great spread by June on for all, I meanwhile skipped pass the nosh for once and into the fruit punch. Miller and Gillser were there, great night and put up in the local B&B which was free cos it was Gills sis gaf so it wasn’t really a hostelry but if it was I would go and stay again.

Sunday was a couch and pizza love affair followed by Test the Nation on BBC1 a great way to pass the evening, especially when one wins!

Tuesday night was after work drinks which went something like this, Searson’s, O’Donoghues, Inn on the Green, Davy Byrnes, Bruxelles and Flans for a mediocre bop. Highlight of the night was Flynch in general, particularly her fondness for singing random songs in Taxis. Home after twelve and even shut the front door- I must be growing up!

Now moving away from the dipso tales and onto items of a more pressing matter. Michael McDowell. You absolute amnesiac performing monkey. Last week it was not an emergency to rush through leglislation for underage sex, this week you are insisting it will be done by the weekend. I imagine your puppetmasters advised you otherwise on the subject. Do you have any concept of the real world? If there was justice in the world you would not have a real job and we, the public would have less headaches. Village Idiot.