The one with...would ya and quite alot would!

The following may offend a few people, but keep in mind its all in good humour!

To follow on from last nights unlikely Irish sex symbol sex segment on the show, I shall now address some of the entries.

In at number 10, we had Willie O Dea. Now Im not sure what Willie is like in the sack, but does anybody remember Ralphie from the Sopranos. Its just with the gun and things I'd imagine many people would'nt be complaining about Willie in the sack! As a straight man, whos comfortable with his sexuality I probably wouldnt take Willie on. The Magnum PI tasher just doesnt do anything for me!

Our own Dave Mac turned up at number 7. I know Dave quite well and would reckon there would be plenty of trips to Anne Summers for a few gadgets to keep yourself entertained after the 45 second rough and tumble. Like Willie, if I jumed ship in the morning, I wouldnt take Mac on either. Its the Grizzly Adams look I think. Visions of Mac in a log cabin with only a Grizzly Bear, an Ould fart and a mule for company are what nightmares are made of!

I've turned up in the number 6 slot. What can be said.? I've had sex with myself and god dammit, its good. Nuff said!

To speed things along, I shall now concentrate on the Top 3. Bryan Dobson, Mr six one doesnt strike me as a Mr. 69. The whole point of people choosing sex symbols is that they fantisise about getting a good oul scuttling from said sex symbol. I would speculate Bryan may be a demon in the sack, but its a distinct possibilty that the whole experience might leave you a little bored. But you know what they say about news readers!!!

Brendan O Conor arrives in as the number 2 unlikely hottie. Well if there are people out there (and by all accounts there are) that fancy Brendan to give them a damn good poking, then so be it. But what drugs are you people taking? The fellow Corkonian is possibly rough and ready I'd say. Gimp outfits, sex swings and chains hanging off the ceiling may all be part of the experience. But If myself and Brendan were left stranded on a desert Island and the conversation came up, I'd take me chances swimming away. Bare in mind, I CANT swim.

So finally, that leaves number 1. So many of you voted for the man that runs the country to give you a damn good banging. I'd reckon the experience would'nt last long. But it might get going again, maybe after a cup of tea or what not. I cant imagine Bertie as a foreplay man ( I could be wrong) so get what you can while the going is good! Then again the whole thing could turn into an extreme orgy of kinky madness, thats normally reserved for solicitors and judges.

The one with unlikely IRISH sex symbols

In light of Gordon the Gopher's handler topping the UK's unlikely sex symbol list today, I decided to throw out Ireland's unlikeliest sex symbol in the later part of the show last night. What follows is the top 10.

10 - Willie O Dea

9 - Micheal Martin
8 - Dave Macardle
7 - Martin King
6 - Yours Truly
5 - Dylan Moran
4 - Daniel O Donnell
3 - Bryan Dobson
2 - Brendan O Connor
1 - Bertie

A selection of the entrants shall be discussed on here later on.

The one with a nomination!

Cheers to all for nominating this piece of....excellence :) Just been longlisted on The Irish Blog awards (awards.ie) so thanks a mill. Im thrilled! Watch this space. One step closer to the cakes and things that I promised!

The one with votes

I mentioned this back a while and am mentioning it again!

The one with monkeys, maybe....

I hear on the grapevine that the judges for the blog awards are nosing through the entries this week. Well, judges, if you are reading this...here have some cake

Thirsty? Go on then, indulge in a fine Cork beverage...


And after all my bribeness, I mean kindness of stuffing you with quality digital grub, here have a bucket to get sick in
Incidently, I ran out of money after the cake, tanora and bucket. So nothing to put in a brown envelope. Come to think of it, I cant afford one of them either.

As the title said, there was a slim possibility of a monkey appearing in the blog today. Well.....
Till 9, stay in line

The one about the weekend and a decent restaurant reccomendation!

Someone emailed me yesterday asking for another what did you do, blow by blow, about the weekend. So, as I cant think of anything else to bang in here, why not?

Friday was spent cooking up a storm for me parents as they arrived on their twice monthly visit. Friday night was spent in Club Light in Mallow. After feck all sleep, I managed to crawl out of bed and head to the wedding fair in Silversprings. Im normally good for getting up (!) but last Saturday morning I was absoultely shagged. So with a big grumpy head up on me, we headed off to the wedding fair. Im not a big fan of weddings and certainly not of wedding fairs, even though Im penciled in to walk down the aisle next year. Ger had prepared herself for the worst, later admitting she was expecting me to be a moany oul bollox. But!!! I actually enjoyed it, more so than I thought was possible. Some of the highlights were the cake samples. Of course it would have to come down to food with me!

I've set down some new rules in the house for 2008. We go out to eat at least once or twice a month and make the cinema at least once or twice a month and god knows what in between. So Hardwood on Popes Quay was next on the list. I picked up some Eat out in Ireland mag a few weeks ago and decided to eat my way through a selection of the Munster list. Im in no way associated with the folks at Hardwood, but mother of God the food was absolutely divine. I shit you not when I say the following. I have never, EVER eaten ribs like the ribs in Hardwood. Falling off the bone would be an understatment. And that was just for starters. Ger made her way through a sea food chowder that was a meal in itself. Pork and Steak made our main course. The steak was perfectly cooked, the pork was melt in your mouth. I havent stopped raving about the place since Saturday night. The staff couldnt have been better, even when the place got really busy. Its also, in my book, great to see the chef pop out for a few minutes and have a nose at whats going on. From the chef to the wait staff, everyone stunk of "I actually give a toss about you and the food" which is a rare fragrance in restaurants these days. The whole meal came to about €95 (inc tip). Value for money to boot! Any place that convinces me to eat a strip of deep fried carrot (I cant stand the things) is also a good thing. It just looked too good NOT to eat!!!!

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The one where the world is ending

This must be one of the four pony men of the apocalypse! Regardless of whatever way you swing in the leaba, this following video may well upset or terrify you. Warned, you have been.

The one with some Cruising

What is with the weather? Man, are we getting pissed on! I know its typical Irish behaviour to moan about the weather and it takes alot for me to moan about it. But its been raining since October last year, give or take a day or 2. All I want to do is change the oil in the lawnmower, drain the petrol and store it for a few weeks. I dont want much from life, but at the moment, Im surrounded by marsh land!

Its never nice announcing the death of a celebrity, particuarly one that is a decent actor. Heath Ledger passed away yesterday, at the young age of 28. I started covering the story as soon as it broke and we were inundated with extremely sad Ledger fans! The rumour mill is in full effect, but according to some of the more "credible" sources, pills were found next to this body. Watching Sky News when I came home last night, some Aussie entertainment boffin was saying that Heath Ledger lived the dream but didnt really like it when it come through. Theres thousands of people dying every day, but a celeb death allways rings through to some people, as no doubt people grow "close" to them, through movies, songs and media!

Speaking of celebrity, theres an awful lot of madness surrounding Tom Cruise! Below, is a snippet of the video I've been playing recently. Some people are even comparing him to some Nazi rallying the troops. I like Tom (We're on first name terms) and I think he has been involved in some fantastic movies. As long as he's not doing anything illegal then most should'nt worry. But seeing him in those videos, has unnerved alot of people. I suppose when you see him out of the guise of Ethan Hunt or yer man from War of the Worlds or whatever its gets on peoples tits. Its probably the equivilent of seeing some other famous face in your local Dunnes buying spuds. You think it doesnt happen, but it does!



One of the first big games (IMO) of 2008 is very close to arriving in your PS3 or Xbox 360. Devil May Cry, which looks the dogs pup making sacks, arrives on the Playstation Store and Xbox Live Marketplace on Jan 31st and tomorrow respectively (or so rumour has it). Well worth a nose!



Dont forget, more Nintendo DS goodness to be given away tonight as well as tickets for the Wedding Showcase in Silversprings Moran Hotel! Till 9, say fine. (Christ thats cheesy)

The one with a little Sweeney

I'm not a big fan of tomatoes. The big red things. Cant stand them. Have eaten them once , a few years back in a bizarre set of circumstances. Theres nothing worse than being in a cheap chipper, where they put whole chunks of the red bastards on everything. Even though you insist on no tomato, you still get it, green bits and all. That said, I consume ketchup by the litre, which is quite ironic. Like the previously mentioned red bastards, I cant stand musicals. I've never sat through an entire musical and anytime theres even a hint of one on the TV, I'm gone. The thought of people singing on screen, for the duration of a movie makes me want to vomit into a bucket. I was quite aware that Sweeney Todd - The Demon barber of Fleet Street, was a full blown musical.

Having spotted the trailer, for Mr.Depps latest flick ages ago, I was hooked. There was no real sings of singing in the trailers. I actually thought, in his madness, Tim Burton had decided to go the non musical route or at least have feck all singing in it. So I arrived in Mahon Point, with she who must be obeyed, on Saturday night after decided AGAINST Alien Vs Predator : Requiem. Within the first 20 minutes, I wanted to leave the cinema. As good as the whole thing looked, I couldn't stand the singing. 20 long minutes went past, with Johnny Depp blasting em out as well as the rest of the case. I'm surprised the dogs on the street weren't singing as well. I haven't walked out a movie in years. 30 minutes went by and only for there was a couple next to us, I was on the verge of grabbing Ger, and leaving. It wasn't exactly full, so no doubt there would have been a long walk of shame to get out. I had composed some bizarre plan that we leave on our own. In my own mind, this would look like we went to the toilets or whatever. But no, I didn't execute any of my little plans. We stayed. 40 minutes into Sweeney, I finally got my brain accustomed to the singing. Remember, previous to this, I was begging and pleading for at least 10 minutes of dialogue with no singing. Them came the gore. And more gore. When they were finished with those lots of gore, they gave us even more gore. Between the gore and the singing I really enjoyed the movie. Its quite a demented flick. And in truth, I really enjoy a demented flick!

If you can tolerate the singing, or like me, acclimatise yourself to it then you'll have blast! Just don't have a queasy stomach!

I still hate tomatoes!!!

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