Down with my Life by Vic Barry

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

The one with the most random video you'll see all day

The one with amazing things....maybe....probably not

Some form of normality should return to the blog over the next couple of days. She who must be obeyed is on holidays and we decided to get a skip and get rid of some shite that's been hanging around for far too long. So Sunday was spent in Woodies deciding on which one of them Baby Skip yokes to buy. We didn't have much to get rid of, as I thought. In hindsight, we probably should have got the one that was capable of carrying a small ocean liner. Like a dirty, cheap hoor, we filled it up within 30 minutes. That took away a bit of blog time and other time, but tis sorted now. Not that anyone gives a flying fuck. Why would you?

"Oh yeah, yer mano from RedFM filled up a skip this week. And twasnt even a real skip. Twas wan a them bag jobs"

"Really, fuckin hell. At least he didn't kill any hookers this week or throw a few televisions, horses or goats through any hotel room windows."

"Yeah, that's true alright. Pity that"

One of the topics on the show last night, was a little bit titillating. Some might say, it was one of the breast topics yet. And so on and so forth. Come up with your own breast / chest pun. M&S are charging more for DD+ size bras. No, while this doesn't really bother me, I'm pushing a B cup, alot of the female audience are a bit peeved at the whole thing.
Is it not like other things, the bigger the size, the more expensive it is. XL and XXL and bigger sized t-shirts cost a few bob more. If something is comfortable, surely its worth an extra few bob.

Will the ladies of Cork start going around wearing smaller bra sizes? Will their boobs be bursting out of the said smaller bra sizes, akin to a fleshy version of Niagra Falls. I doubt it somehow. On the other hand, you can blame it on the recession if you want. I wonder how the people who have appeared on the front cover of National Geographic feel about it??? I cant see them paying extra for bras. They've got the right idea. Leave it all hang out. And worse case scenario, throw your tits over your shoulder!

The one with Boobies

The lads are looking for a charity to give all the proceeds from their single, Boobies (Out August 1st)

If your interested, drop by Shyhhy Records and email them.

Heres the vid....

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

The one with something...just

Being a busy couple of days, personally! So no great amount of time on my hands. Normal blogging madness should be back tomorrow. But in the meantime....

Thursday, July 10, 2008

The one with bonkes baby names, yes its the celeb ones

What follows is a selection of names, that celebs gave to their kids....

Aanisah: Macy Gray (also mother to Tahmel)

Apple: Chris Martin and Gwyneth Paltrow

Astrella Celeste: Donovan and Linda Lawrence (also parents to Oriole Nebula)

Atherton Grace: Don Johnson and Kelley Phleger

Audio Science: Shannyn Sossamon

Aurelius Cy: Elle Macpherson and Arpad Busson

Blue Angel: U2's The Edge and Aislinn O'Sullivan

Bluebell Madonna: Geri Halliwell

Brooklyn: David and Victoria Beckham (also parents to Romeo and Cruz)

Calico: Alice and Sheryl Cooper (also parents to Sonora Rose)

Camera: Arthur Ashe and Jeanne Moutoussamy

Destry: Steven Spielberg and Kate Capshaw

Diezel Ky: Toni Braxton and Keri Lewis (also parents to Denim Cole)

Fifi Trixibell: Bob Geldof and Paula Yates (also parents to Peaches and Pixie)

Fuchsia: Sting and Frances Tomelty

Gaia: Emma Thompson and Greg Wise

Gulliver: Gary Oldman and Donya Fiorentino

Heaven: Lil' Mo (also mother to God'Iss Love Stone)

Heavenly Hiraani Tiger Lily: Paula Yates and Michael Hutchence

Hopper: Sean Penn and Robin Wright

Ireland: Alec Baldwin and Kim Basinger

Jaz: Steffi Graf and Andre Agassi

Jazz Domino: Joe Strummer

Jermajesty: Jermaine Jackson and Alejandra Genevieve Oaziaza (previously married to Jermaine's brother Randy)

Kal-El Coppola: Nicholas Cage (Kal-El is Superman’s original birth name)

Kyd: David Duchovny and Tea Leoni

Lark Song: Mia Farrow and André Previn

Lennon: Liam Gallagher and Patsy Kensit

Liberty: Ryan Giggs

London Emilio: Slash

Luna Coco Patricia: Frank Lampard and Elen Rive

Marquise: 50 Cent

Memphis Eve: Bono

Moon Unit: Frank Zappa, also father to Dweezil and Diva Muffin

Moxie CrimeFighter: Penn Jillette (also father to Zolten)

Ocean: Forest Whitaker (also father to Sonnet and True)

Pilot Inspektor: Jason Lee and Beth Riesgraf

Poppy Honey: Jamie and Jules Oliver (also parents to Daisy Boo)

Rocket: Robert Rodriguez (also father to Racer, Rebel and Rogue)

Rufus Tiger: Roger Taylor also father to Tiger Lily and Lola Daisy

Saffron Sahara: Simon and Yasmin Le Bon (also parents to Amber Rose and Tallulah Pine)

Sage Moonblood: Sylvester Stallone and Sasha Czack (also parents to Seargeoh)

Satchel: Spike Lee and Tonya Lewis Lee

Seven Sirius: Andre Benjamin and Erykah Badu

Shiloh Nouvel: Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie

Sosie: Kevin Bacon and Kyra Sedgwick

Suri: Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes

Tallulah: Bruce Willis and Demi Moore (also parents to Scout and Rumer)

Willow Camille Reign: Will Smith and Jada Pinkett-Smith

Zola Ivy: Eddie Murphy and Nicole Mitchell

While some of the above names may seem ok, by normal human standards there are a few that really make you ask "Was it drugs? Was it drink? or just plain Im a celeb and I'll name my kids whatever the fuck I want" I was planning on going into major analysis on the names, but whats the point.

Nicole Kidman called her sprog Sunday Rose. Mr.Chest McConaghey called his kid Levis or something. While there are enough Johns and Marys around the world to last us a lifetime, we dont really need any more Moxie Crimefighters or Lark Song. If there are any more, then people need a serious flake of a fist. I'd imagine some of the names take inspiration from things that mean something to people. But surely, a Lark singing its tits off is as good as it got for Mia Farrow. Come on!!!

People asked me last night, what I'd call my kids? For a boy, I've always said it'd be Lucas. Im sure you can figure out the inspiration.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

The one with bums being pinched

By all accounts, arse grabbing, buttock bashing or whatever you want to call it is alive and very popular in Cork. It seems to be the staple diet of a tribe of lads on a night out. "Yeah, gwan whooser, yer wan over there. Leave a mark whoosey, gwan biy." While on the other side of the gender coin, the ladies seem to be doing plenty of ball bruising and testicular tickles themselves.

My baby producing factory (note factory, not little workshop) has been grabbed on a night out by a random stranger on at least one occasion, and if memory serves me correctly, they werent giving out free medical checkups at the time.

Quite a number of listeners seem to think its a sign that someone is interested. Maybe it is a bit of harmless fun. Given the amount of single blokes out there, Id imagine theres not too many would complain when a random female stranger cops a feel of their lower fruit bags. Theres an oul cliche out there, that we are a backwards nation. Maybe this arse pinching is a bit backwards. In the times of fellas being chased around by Saber Tooth Tigers, they'd give some oul doll they fancied a belt of a stick over the head. Apparently, this implied that it was time to increase the population. So maybe this arse pinching is men going back to their tribal roots. Granted, sticks seem to have been replaced by glass bottles.

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

The one with Pink

Pink wrapped up Live at the Marquee last night with a pretty shit hot gig by all accounts. While I wouldnt be a huge fan, Ive seen her live in the past and she puts on a great show. Either way, I was on air, as usual. Conducting. Yup, the Cork Talks Back car horn symphony orchestra had its last concert of the year last night, and what a finale it was.

Baring the following pics, taken by my fiancee, that is all.