The one with Paddys Revenge

Right, on a slightly different note a few people have been asking non stop about a particular track that I play in Club Light. Been spinning it on and off for the last month or so and tis a stormer!

Anyway, for today, well for the current moment in time, that is all!

The one with Jam Junior

Junior Cert next week! So for those of you figuring out what to do, do it in style!!!

The one with the Zack and Miri make a porno trailer!

NSFW - The trailer finally arrives! This absolutely, positively has made me take my pants off!!!! Funny with a capital fuckin F!

http://www.askmen.com/video/2008_apr/apr02.html

The one thats a small take on Google Chrome

So about 40 mins ago, Google launched Google Chrome

It downloaded and installed in seconds, and man is it fast. During random browsing it rips through pages, but at times it ground to a halt if a video made an appearance. I know its a BETA, so alls excusable, but Im lovin it so far!

The one with google, lions and salt

Fairly shortly, Google are about to jump into Internet history again, by releasing a beta web browser. Its called chrome. Its about to launch any minute now. No doubt there is a queue of geeks forming around their PCs and Macs as I type this. At some point this afternoon I'll go off and grab it, at my ease (says he who's checking the Google blog every 2 minutes) and have a nose. Maybe porn will look better on it, who knows.

The following may seem very, down the local shop conversation, but the weather is an absolute fuck up. I've got feck all opportunity to cut the grass and its so tall at this stage its probably easier to sell the house and move somewhere else, than cut the bloody thing. I'm sure I saw a lion wandering around in it yesterday. Maybe it was the lion that escaped from Belfast Zoo. But it wasn't a lion, it was a dog. That's some big feckin dog! How does one get a dog confused with a lion. Maybe it chewed on someones shoes as opposed to ripping out their stomach through their arse.

On another note, last night I made the startling announcement that there is no salt in RedFM. And duly started up the Salt Aid campaign. How this works is fairly simple. If you send me sachets of salt and include your name and address, I will send you a fantastic RedFM car sticker which is far better than putting a Nike stripe on your love wagon. So, salt sachets to

Victor Barry
RedFM
1 UTC
Bishopstown
Co.Cork

And rest assured that you are helping a great cause. Think of the many members of RedFM staff that you will help! Don't leave us have chips without salt any more! Send your salt sachets!

The one with the results of where are you listening

THE CORK TALKS BACK WITH VICTOR BARRY WHERE ARE YOU LISTENING POLL

45% HOME

55% WORK

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25% CAR

19% TAKING A DUMP

18% GARDEN

10% SHEDS

7% TRACTOR / TRAILER

4% BATHS

4% GARDA STATION

4% COW SHED MILKING COWS

3% TREES

2% LABOUR WARD HAVING A BABY

1% BOOT OF CAR

1% HORSEBOX

1 % PLATFORM ALPHA OFF THE OLD HEAD OF KINSALE

1% BROKEN DOWN CAR

The one with Star Wars V Rush Hour

Yup, tis a lazy blog post, albeit a funny one!

The one with the Rebel Riders

I promised the folks at the Rebel Riders MCC to plug their event which is happening on Saturday.

The riders are doing a charity bike run on Saturday 6th September from Dunne's stores ballyvolane at 11am to macroom.If you wanna part take be there no later than 10:45am.

That night at 9pm in the Silverkey in Ballinlough there will be a charity auction and leg wax. Great prizes include signed cork g.a.a jerseys, cork city jerseys and jimmy barry murphy sporting items. The whole event is all in aid of marymount hospital. So give generously!

The one with my Step Brothers take!

At times, I can lose the plot over the slightest thing. Yesterday, was another one of those days. I went looking for the power screwdriver, and couldn't find it. Eventually I found it, but it was too late as the red mist had started rolling in from the mountains. Another 20 minutes was spent looking for the screw driver bits, and they, like Paris Hilton's knickers, could not be found. By this time, the red mist was ripping its way through the house, so I was in pretty bad fuckin form.


Around 5ish we went off to Mahon Point and I ended up forking up some moolah for a jacket. The little bit of retail therapy brought a break in the red mist storm, but I was still in bad form. I suggested going to see Step Brothers, but she who must be obeyed didn't really fancy it. By the end of a Big Mac, it was decided we would go off and see the new Will Ferrell and John C. Riley flick. I felt a little laughter therapy would help the red mist storm!


So, to the story. Dale and Brennan become step brothers after their mammy and daddy tie the knot, after feeling each others internal milkshakes at a hearing aid convention. They hate each other and go about being nasty little feckers to one another. The first half of the film is non stop dick, fart and bunk bed jokes and it works absolute wonders. Couple this with some comedy violence and your on a winner, already. Now, as most of these movies go, inevitably the step brothers begin to like each other, thanks to velociraptors and wanting to shag John Stamos if they were women. And, they have to team up to solve a problem, which involves Dale and Brennan singing and drumming at the wine mixer! Im not going to gvie away the problem as its a little spoiler, but its probably quite obvious from the start of the movie.
Riely and Ferrell, who many will remember from Talledega Nights, not only were involved with the writing, but look like they had an absolute blast filming this. The portray genuine child style hatred for one another and I dont think 2 other actors could have pulled it off the way the guys did!

Sure, the story is a little bizarre, with 2 grown men acting like little spoilt shits, but Step Brothers requires you to leave your brains at the ticket booth. Once you pop your brain out, sit back and wait for the pee dribbling to begin!


Movies like Step Brothers, will never get 10 out of 10s or 100s out of 100s, but they make you laugh until you get a little dribble of pee. The whole thing moves along quite quickly, and baring a few little hiccups not even worth mentioning, Adam McKay, in my view, has directed one of the funnier movies of the year so far. And whatever you do, don't leave until the credits are done, because what happens a few seconds into the credit roll, is worth the price of admission alone. I left Step Brothers with the red mist completely and utterly lifted and I pray to the Lord Jesus that there is an extended and unrated version for Blu-Ray in the coming months.

8/10

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!