The one with sausage snobbery amongst other things

Like many things in this blog, this post may seem a bit "out there". But it makes sense, like every other post!

Its been suggested that I explain my sausage snobbery at length on the blog. An elaboration of sorts. Over the last few years, Ive had a great love affair with cooking, and I still do. And when you start removing your pants to cook books and frying pans, you pay a bit more attention to the actual food you buy and cook with. So a while back I started paying attention to the pork content in sausages. For as long as I can remember, any oul pack of sausages would have been horsed into the shopping trolley. Then, when I started the love affair with spatulas and the likes, we started getting sausages that had 80% pork content. How can I describe the difference?


Well, take the movie I am Legend. NYC was a desolate, barren but relatively safeish place by day. Wander around at night and shit would pull your brains out through you belly button and eat them. Its that much of a difference. Night and day literally. In the taste, in the texture and so on. While the 80% pork content sausages may cost a few cent more, you should never buy anything less. If you cant get 80% pork content ones, then 75% is all you should settle for. Otherwise, forget it! So hopefully that explains my sausage snobbery! 80% or bust! Read the back of the feckin packets! So anyway, and I'm in no way associated with them, much love goes to the Princes St. butchers, O Donovans!

So what else is going on? Not much really, bar the painting fiasco. Painter organised for Saturday, fucker never turns up. No phone calls, nothing! Maybe his horse broke down. So I painted the damn room myself, which completely defeated the purpose of paying someone to do it. Either way, I wasnt tackling the stairs, hall and landing, as Im too lazy, once was enough. So a far more reliable painter was organised and he done a good job yesterday. Only thing is, I had to get the paint made up for the size of the stairs etc. and when you get it made up, its never, ever exactly the same. 2 hours were spent until 3 am debating whether there was a tint of yellow in the damn thing, and yes there is. So repaint.com

And on a final note, my producer, Eimear bought herself a nice, new 450D Canon in Merica, and took this rather good shot. I normally dont look as happy :) And yes, that is one of the cooler t-shirts around!

Rock on...or something!

The one with people in sheds

Morning, afternoon and all those pleasantries. A while back I came up with a simple text poll that asked the question, are you listening naked. And over 1 in 2 people, listen to Cork Talks Back with Victor Barry, nekkid. Now, that poll is coming around again in the next few days, so get stripping.

Last night, another question was posed by yours truly. "Where are you listening?". Its easier for the audience to see what I look like via the web, but its difficult for me to imagine alot of the audience, naked or otherwise. So, being a curious fella, I wondered aloud where do people actually listen to the show.

Boats, Baths, Cliffs, Mountains, Tractors, Car Boots and Sheds were just a selection of what I got back via text. In particular, sheds seemed to be the outright winner when it came to where folks listen to the show. Maybe the show is some dirty little secret for alot of people, where they have to listen in private, in a shed. Now if your shed is like mine, its a nasty place. Things like the lawnmower, screwdrivers and Hulk Spiders live there. But either way, thanks for listening and thank you very much for continuing to make us the number 1 show for under 35s in Cork. And keep listening, in sheds or otherwise.

And on a final note, for those of you that are fans of sheds, what follows is a selection of shed porn. Enjoy! If your in work, this may be NSFW!

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Oh god, a shed 3 sum...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

The one on a Sunday

NSFW

The one about web addiction

Theres nothing but talk of wedding dresses in the house of late. I just cant seem to decide on what I like. Vera Wang my arse. But that's something for another blog, or maybe a doctors office.

First week back and with God as my witness (granted a wet witness) its flown. I feel as if ol Doc Brown abducted me in a DeLorean on Monday evening, and dropped me off today. Might explain why I've got a funny walk.

One of the topics last night, was web addiction. No doubt, like many people reading this, you, like I, have a problem. Unlike one of the callers who explained his record was 60 hours straight, I'm not that much of an addict. That caller is like the Michael Phelps of net usage. If I were to speak of records, it probably goes back to when I first got the net, way back in dial up days, 1997 or there abouts.


A good 12 hours were spent; bare in mind that this was dial up, so that probably equated into 2 pages, melting my eyes onto the keyboard. And if memory serves me correctly, I fecked off into work with about one hour of sleep and broken wrists....from typing...of course....cough.

So whats it like now, my web addiction. Well lets put it like this. Last year I spent a good 15 minutes checking emails and credit card balances in the Dell Lounge on the top floor of Macy's, in NYC. A few weeks ago I was up in the North, with the Ipod touch and its wifi capabilities been used non stop. Came back down south, stayed in Athlone, and within 30 seconds of getting to the hotel room, I was on the phone looking for the wifi login. I cant sleep at night without having a nose at the web on the Ipod. I cant get up without checking what gone down in the few hours that I'm asleep. I cant even take shit with out holding the Ipod in one hand. Sometimes I thank Jesus for Google Reader. It makes having a dump so much easier.

The one with the Olympics

All last week, without fail, the Olympics have been on. I'm a fan of few sports, but I've kinda got caught up in the lim-pics! I posed a question last night, to which some people got a little bit upset. Simply put, "Why did we bother sending any Irish athletes, when the majority of them are coming in last?" I know theres been a few exceptions, with one of our boxers guaranteed a bronze now, but Its made me wonder none the less. Its like we sent out a group of car mechanics to fix the engine on a Boeing 747. None of them will be able to fix the engine, but they may make it tick over.

Maybe its a bit rich for me to be harping on about Irish athletes and how shite most of their performances have been, given that the most athletic thing I do is practising baby making or typing up this blog. And if you do end up in the Olympics, be careful. This poor unfortunate weightlifter didn't have the best Olympics. If hes a single guy, it could proove very frustrating!!!



Much thanks goes out to all the Welcome back texts that came in last night, and in particular a special thanks goes to John O D, who sent us in a welcome back chocolate cake. It was good to be back, but my voice didnt hold up too well at all. Half way through the show, I was drinking water, like a fish out of it. Hoarsethroats.com

Dont forget another Munster family pass tonight and tickets for Lovebox tonight and all the usual! Blog slowly ramping up to normality again!

The one where the holidays are over and well done to John Creedon

Well, it had to happen. The holidays came to an end. Im back on the air tonight, 9pm only on Corks RedFM. I suppose I have a certain amount of holiday blues, but it was nice to get a break from the work enviornment. It will be nice to get back on the air tonight, and Im sure she who must be obeyed is counting down the seconds till I walk out the door! I just cant believe how quick they went.

Over the next day or 2 the blog will return to its normal, mindblowing (!) self so keep checking back. It was on major slowdown for the last 2 weeks, back is returning to normal. That is, if you could call it normal.

And on a final, first blog back note, well done to John Creedon for winning that Failte Towers thing. I absolutely detest reality tv in most of its forms, and this was no different. But, its great to see a Corkonian do so well. And yes, he may be the competition, but fair play to him! Go on Creedo!

The one with a countdown!!!!!

The one with Leaving Certificates

Well, just like Christmas, I hope you got what you wanted....well for those of you who completed the oul LC.

Please take it handy this evening and dont end up like the cat....

Remember August 18th, 9pm, Corks RedFM!!!

The one with the Cobh Regatta Fireworks

Went down to have a nose at the fireworks....

The one with Bernie Mac

Another hero becomes a legend. R.I.P.