If you've read this earlier, you may have noticed something! It was fucked up!!! Now its edited, fixed and non fucked up
Afternoon all. In between Stephen Ireland and everything else that went on during last nights show, one of the topics, spurned from the brains of our own News Editors (Lana) Echo column, was a new style of flirting. Those of you going out on the pull tonight or maybe over the weekend, take note.
If you do the oul hand across the throat motion, that by all accounts inplies you think that the poor soul your gawking is hot! On the other hand (no pun intended) if you start rubbing your hands together that signifies that you want to meet the hapless soul outside in 5 minutes. All this started out in New York, where 2 brain boffins of ladies decided to come up with some form of sign language, when they were trawling pubs and clubs for men. Now, rubbing the hands together, will have most people thinking your freezing. Considering most pubs and clubs get fairly hot with the masses of heaving bodies, any single folks will more than likely assume you have some demented fever. The only thing you'll be getting pulled, after the throat motion, is a bottle from the back of your skull. But who I am to knock a new way of meeting someone. Whats the worst that can happen!
I sympathise with those of you who, like me in the past, never noticed the big flashing signs saying you cant drive through Jack Lynch! Amazingly I managed to get home without incident last night. If theres anyone out there who can explain what exactly happens when they close the tunnel, please leave a comment. I'd love to know. Are they taping the thing up? Looking for leaks? Or even inviting a few lappers around for an oul bit of a tunnel of love scenario!
For the video game fans out there, Ill leave you with a little youtube clip!
Thursday, October 11, 2007
The one with fans
I found this absolutely bonkers last night....Anyways; as promised, for those of you with fans willing to learn...from http://www.ideco.com/fans/language.htm
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
The one with a home made X-Wing
The whole thing, as in the X-Wing looks fantastic, but what kind of lunatic decides to launch it. For fuck sake, I would have taken it and left it in the drive!
The one about feeding
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Tuesday, October 09, 2007
The one with Minstrels and Beastiality
Part of this update, briefly discusses Beastiality, so if your offended by that, click the x on the top right!
Much to the shock and horror of producer and listeners last night, my admission of eating minstrels for breakfast yesterday morning caused quite a stir. Some of the other items on the show included the anti-social carry on in Douglas and the new Zoo movie coming to the Cork Film Festival which tells the tale of a bloke who dies from having sex with a horse. We also had the privilege of having a new Psychic in the Monday night hot seat, called Trish Woods, who judging from callers and the large amount of feedback we got, was an absolute runaway success.
Going back to the movie Zoo, which incidentally has a very striking poster to go with it its, no doubt going to cause a few people to get upset. While it doesnt exactly show a horse getting it on with an individual, people will no doubt flock to see it, given that the subject is a fairly taboo one. As one caller said on air last night "Its not going to cause people to run out of the cinema and go, c'mere, your a nice looking horse". Theres at least always one movie at the Cork Film Festival that causes a stir, as there is with every film festival. Im not defending the movie by any means, but I am defending the fact of freedom of choice. If theres such a movie on release then surely people, if they want, should go to see it! To be honest, the thought of it, a movie like this, freaks me out a little. Horses doing men or women wouldnt start floating my boat, as a matter of fact it would sink the boat faster than the Titanic. Would I want to go see it? Well with the hype surrounding it, yeah. I would watch it.No one is holding guns to anyones head to go see it! Those of you with access to the internet will no doubt be well aware that theres all kinds of demented shit lurking around cyberspace!
Sometimes I wonder why people get so uptight about movies in general. The ones that cause the stir, be they a decent flick or not, let the public run their publicity machines. I only recently saw 9 songs, and to be frank I scanned through the thing in fast forward. Stopping only to look at the music scenes....ahem! So many people got their knickers in a twist over this and some of the scenes, in particular, the bloke getting a foot job in the bath and the scene of full penetration at the end. How do people think babies are being made. Surely some don't still think the Stork comes smashing through your double glazing in the middle of the night? As a movie, for me anyway, 9 songs was aload of balls, literally. Didnt like it. If I want some porn, I'll get it on the web. Who wants to be looking at some oul band crooning out a few songs in between foot jobs in the bath. What I would like to know is; what are the people, who lose their minds over these type of flicks doing watching them in the first place. Or is it the usual case of people reading a review, never seeing the actual movie and then getting on the moral high ground, just for the hell of it!
Lots of you wanted to hear more about the space toilet 9000, well here ya go
On a final note, the late Yasser Arafat's long lost cousin dropped by last night to help out with the production of the show!
Much to the shock and horror of producer and listeners last night, my admission of eating minstrels for breakfast yesterday morning caused quite a stir. Some of the other items on the show included the anti-social carry on in Douglas and the new Zoo movie coming to the Cork Film Festival which tells the tale of a bloke who dies from having sex with a horse. We also had the privilege of having a new Psychic in the Monday night hot seat, called Trish Woods, who judging from callers and the large amount of feedback we got, was an absolute runaway success.
Going back to the movie Zoo, which incidentally has a very striking poster to go with it its, no doubt going to cause a few people to get upset. While it doesnt exactly show a horse getting it on with an individual, people will no doubt flock to see it, given that the subject is a fairly taboo one. As one caller said on air last night "Its not going to cause people to run out of the cinema and go, c'mere, your a nice looking horse". Theres at least always one movie at the Cork Film Festival that causes a stir, as there is with every film festival. Im not defending the movie by any means, but I am defending the fact of freedom of choice. If theres such a movie on release then surely people, if they want, should go to see it! To be honest, the thought of it, a movie like this, freaks me out a little. Horses doing men or women wouldnt start floating my boat, as a matter of fact it would sink the boat faster than the Titanic. Would I want to go see it? Well with the hype surrounding it, yeah. I would watch it.No one is holding guns to anyones head to go see it! Those of you with access to the internet will no doubt be well aware that theres all kinds of demented shit lurking around cyberspace!Sometimes I wonder why people get so uptight about movies in general. The ones that cause the stir, be they a decent flick or not, let the public run their publicity machines. I only recently saw 9 songs, and to be frank I scanned through the thing in fast forward. Stopping only to look at the music scenes....ahem! So many people got their knickers in a twist over this and some of the scenes, in particular, the bloke getting a foot job in the bath and the scene of full penetration at the end. How do people think babies are being made. Surely some don't still think the Stork comes smashing through your double glazing in the middle of the night? As a movie, for me anyway, 9 songs was aload of balls, literally. Didnt like it. If I want some porn, I'll get it on the web. Who wants to be looking at some oul band crooning out a few songs in between foot jobs in the bath. What I would like to know is; what are the people, who lose their minds over these type of flicks doing watching them in the first place. Or is it the usual case of people reading a review, never seeing the actual movie and then getting on the moral high ground, just for the hell of it!
Lots of you wanted to hear more about the space toilet 9000, well here ya go
On a final note, the late Yasser Arafat's long lost cousin dropped by last night to help out with the production of the show!
Monday, October 08, 2007
The one with answers!
Finally, I got back on the air last night, and it felt great. I went out of my mind being out sick at home! Movies, TV and the net might sound like heaven to most of you, but nearly every day in large volumes is near madness. And when I say large volumes Im talking from the moment you crawl your sorry sick ass outta bed till the moment you crawl it back into bed, that night!
On the last post, someone made a comment (people need to make more comments!!!) regarding what do I do during the day etc.etc. So for those of you interested here ya go. For those of you not interested, Im sure Oprah is about to start on some channel somewhere.
Saturday, (the one just gone)
Due to my kidneys processing copious amounts of anti-biotic's I get up numerous times during the night/early morning and take a few leaks. Around 11am I decide I can take no more of this and promptly get up and go online checking emails and general arsing around, the same 10 sites I look at nearly every day. Thanks to iGoogle at least, this is made less painful and I save a few calories by not clicking like a mad thing. Ger gets up around 1130 and starts to get ready for a wedding fair in the Radisson SAS in Little Island. Ive made it known to the bride to be, that Im starting my wedding fair excursions next year, and not a moment sooner. A quick trip to the local shop feeds me my breakfast.
Ger's Sis arrives in her new car and whisks her off. I cough up the cash to buy them lunch and decide to make a trip out to RedFM to sort out the mountain of Halo 3 stuff thats arrived for giveaways. I get to Red just after 1 and talk shite with Eimear for 20 mins, then sort out the Halo 3 stuff, then talk more shite with Eimear and decide to get out while the going is good.
On the way home, I contemplate making a visit to Harvey Normans but by the time I decide, the exit has passed. The consumer disease inside me, is mutating and I eventually convince myself to go to Mahon Point retail park to try and find a cure for my terrible virus. 40 minutes later Im back in the car, going into Jack Lynch without spending anything. Which is good news all round. I get home, ring Ger to find out how the wedding fair has gone and have they spent my lunch money. I find out that, the father in law to be had similar ideas about lunch money so they've opted to spend his cash instead.
I leave the dogs out, pick up the mountain of destruction they've left behind and head upstairs to pick up some music from iTunes, for my gig in Marakibo later on. Ger gets home and we shoot the shit about weddings and how we wont be getting a stretch Hummer as a wedding car. We debate about getting food, and as she's already eaten, Im on my own. I cant be arsed cooking so I ring the Good Food corner and sample a house kebab thing. It comes with free delivery so I sit and wait. 30 mins later, a huge kebab arrives and I eat it like something out of planet of the apes. We chill out on the couch watching X-Factor (I know!!!!!) and some Rugby.
Im on the road to Mallow by 9ish and kick off in Marakibo at around 10. Great night is had by all and I pack up around 12.30. I call into Club Light to see Phil and get on the road home by 1255. A late night stop for a bottle of Fanta on the commons road and a long battle with heavy fog, finally sees me home for close to 2. Ger's gone to bed, half asleep and I figure out I may as well get an early night as well! A quick cuddle later (CUDDLE, people!!!!) the phone rings. Its the kebab from earlier and it says it wants to get out. So after a late night shit, its back to bed and that more or less was Saturday.
As Im on a roll with this blow by blow, I may as well talk shit about yesterday, Sunday.
I wake up, for another leak around 10am and decide to go online and check email etc.etc.etc. I then climb back into bed with the Bride to be and talk crap and we generally just laze about in bed till 1pm. We get up and I manage to cook up a fairly decent brunch which includes French Toast, Bacon and Maple Syrup. I catch up on some Sky+'d programmes and Ger decides to take the dogs out for a walk. She then, more than hints and cutting the grass. So I drag out our new lawnmower and discover shit loads of old grass stuck in the box thats really dry and grey, and if truth be told it looks like old people pubes! I do the front of the house and decide the grass in the back is too wet to cut.
We now decide, since theirs no chicken in the freezer to head out for dinner. Ger decides on the Elm tree, to which I agree. I havent been in that place in over 25 years and we arrive, get a seat and are told that the food will take 40 minutes due to the oven breaking down. We decide to leave, but the waiter informs us that some dishes are still available. We decline! Since when was steak cooked in an oven. We head to the Marlogue Inn and get fed a decent dinner. We get home and I bury myself in Kevin Smiths new book. I get to the station for around 8 and that, my friends, in Sunday!
On another note, well done to all in RedFM who got nominated in the PPI Radio Awards. Yours truly didnt get jack shit again, not that I'm bothered. I gave up being bothered about these things 2 years ago. At the end of the day, the only people who win are the listeners. And thats the most important thing. Ive looked through the categories I was entered in and to be honest, I'm absolutely amazed I didn't get shortlisted. But Im not going to go on about it, in fear of sounding like the Rovers manager over the weekend!
The Halo 3 madness continues this evening!
On the last post, someone made a comment (people need to make more comments!!!) regarding what do I do during the day etc.etc. So for those of you interested here ya go. For those of you not interested, Im sure Oprah is about to start on some channel somewhere.
Saturday, (the one just gone)
Due to my kidneys processing copious amounts of anti-biotic's I get up numerous times during the night/early morning and take a few leaks. Around 11am I decide I can take no more of this and promptly get up and go online checking emails and general arsing around, the same 10 sites I look at nearly every day. Thanks to iGoogle at least, this is made less painful and I save a few calories by not clicking like a mad thing. Ger gets up around 1130 and starts to get ready for a wedding fair in the Radisson SAS in Little Island. Ive made it known to the bride to be, that Im starting my wedding fair excursions next year, and not a moment sooner. A quick trip to the local shop feeds me my breakfast.
Ger's Sis arrives in her new car and whisks her off. I cough up the cash to buy them lunch and decide to make a trip out to RedFM to sort out the mountain of Halo 3 stuff thats arrived for giveaways. I get to Red just after 1 and talk shite with Eimear for 20 mins, then sort out the Halo 3 stuff, then talk more shite with Eimear and decide to get out while the going is good.
On the way home, I contemplate making a visit to Harvey Normans but by the time I decide, the exit has passed. The consumer disease inside me, is mutating and I eventually convince myself to go to Mahon Point retail park to try and find a cure for my terrible virus. 40 minutes later Im back in the car, going into Jack Lynch without spending anything. Which is good news all round. I get home, ring Ger to find out how the wedding fair has gone and have they spent my lunch money. I find out that, the father in law to be had similar ideas about lunch money so they've opted to spend his cash instead.
I leave the dogs out, pick up the mountain of destruction they've left behind and head upstairs to pick up some music from iTunes, for my gig in Marakibo later on. Ger gets home and we shoot the shit about weddings and how we wont be getting a stretch Hummer as a wedding car. We debate about getting food, and as she's already eaten, Im on my own. I cant be arsed cooking so I ring the Good Food corner and sample a house kebab thing. It comes with free delivery so I sit and wait. 30 mins later, a huge kebab arrives and I eat it like something out of planet of the apes. We chill out on the couch watching X-Factor (I know!!!!!) and some Rugby.
Im on the road to Mallow by 9ish and kick off in Marakibo at around 10. Great night is had by all and I pack up around 12.30. I call into Club Light to see Phil and get on the road home by 1255. A late night stop for a bottle of Fanta on the commons road and a long battle with heavy fog, finally sees me home for close to 2. Ger's gone to bed, half asleep and I figure out I may as well get an early night as well! A quick cuddle later (CUDDLE, people!!!!) the phone rings. Its the kebab from earlier and it says it wants to get out. So after a late night shit, its back to bed and that more or less was Saturday.
As Im on a roll with this blow by blow, I may as well talk shit about yesterday, Sunday.
I wake up, for another leak around 10am and decide to go online and check email etc.etc.etc. I then climb back into bed with the Bride to be and talk crap and we generally just laze about in bed till 1pm. We get up and I manage to cook up a fairly decent brunch which includes French Toast, Bacon and Maple Syrup. I catch up on some Sky+'d programmes and Ger decides to take the dogs out for a walk. She then, more than hints and cutting the grass. So I drag out our new lawnmower and discover shit loads of old grass stuck in the box thats really dry and grey, and if truth be told it looks like old people pubes! I do the front of the house and decide the grass in the back is too wet to cut.
We now decide, since theirs no chicken in the freezer to head out for dinner. Ger decides on the Elm tree, to which I agree. I havent been in that place in over 25 years and we arrive, get a seat and are told that the food will take 40 minutes due to the oven breaking down. We decide to leave, but the waiter informs us that some dishes are still available. We decline! Since when was steak cooked in an oven. We head to the Marlogue Inn and get fed a decent dinner. We get home and I bury myself in Kevin Smiths new book. I get to the station for around 8 and that, my friends, in Sunday!
On another note, well done to all in RedFM who got nominated in the PPI Radio Awards. Yours truly didnt get jack shit again, not that I'm bothered. I gave up being bothered about these things 2 years ago. At the end of the day, the only people who win are the listeners. And thats the most important thing. Ive looked through the categories I was entered in and to be honest, I'm absolutely amazed I didn't get shortlisted. But Im not going to go on about it, in fear of sounding like the Rovers manager over the weekend!
The Halo 3 madness continues this evening!
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
The one with sickness
Well, as you've guessed Im sick! I managed to get a nice swelling in my neck and according to the doc, its an apsis on one of my glands! And now Ive got a tooth ache on top of that to boot! Im on a serious dose of tablets and fairly pissed off and sore and being under near house arrest!
That is all for now!
That is all for now!
Friday, September 28, 2007
The one with Game!!
This Saturday from 12pm a, as MS call it, Game with Fame! Just add vicbarry to your Xbox Live friends list and from 12pm on Saturday Ill be inviting people at random for an oul bit of a kick shit! Bring your anti grav devices!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
The one with nakedness
57% of listeners to last nights show, listened to it absolutely arse starkers naked! While I appreciate this was in the 11 hour and many would be settling down for a bit of sleep, sex or DIY its kind of weirdly erotic, to me anyway. What follows is a selection of texters.
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Vic, true story my girlfriend hoovers and washes d floors every nit naked just b4 she goes to bed. One nit i was out and brought friends home what a surprise!”
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Allegedly, there were 37 males and females also on the way back from the earth churning championships as well. And yes, they were naked. I dont know about anyone else but Im heading to the ploughing championships next year! That said, I dont have any proof of the nakedness of listeners. But I may be willing to call to a few houses after the show is over, just to make sure. After all, no one likes liars!
An honary mention must go to the guy who was kind enough to inform us that he was "pulling the guts out of himself" while listening in!
From a personal point of view, Ive never presented the show naked. I do pick the mail up naked, from behind the front door although at times its made me wonder, why didnt we ever get blinds for the panes of glass, each side of the door! Im sure the neighbours and passers by have wondered the same. Painting and decorating, for me, has to be done almost naked. Pair of boxers and thats it. After all I dont want to painting captain winky a nice shade of peach or anything.
I did come up with a brainwave after all the nakedness last night. A Mr.&Mrs Nude Cork Talks Back. Im not sure of the legalities of the whole thing and to be frank, you dont have to be a lawyer to work em out!
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Vic, true story my girlfriend hoovers and washes d floors every nit naked just b4 she goes to bed. One nit i was out and brought friends home what a surprise!”
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Allegedly, there were 37 males and females also on the way back from the earth churning championships as well. And yes, they were naked. I dont know about anyone else but Im heading to the ploughing championships next year! That said, I dont have any proof of the nakedness of listeners. But I may be willing to call to a few houses after the show is over, just to make sure. After all, no one likes liars!
An honary mention must go to the guy who was kind enough to inform us that he was "pulling the guts out of himself" while listening in!
From a personal point of view, Ive never presented the show naked. I do pick the mail up naked, from behind the front door although at times its made me wonder, why didnt we ever get blinds for the panes of glass, each side of the door! Im sure the neighbours and passers by have wondered the same. Painting and decorating, for me, has to be done almost naked. Pair of boxers and thats it. After all I dont want to painting captain winky a nice shade of peach or anything.
I did come up with a brainwave after all the nakedness last night. A Mr.&Mrs Nude Cork Talks Back. Im not sure of the legalities of the whole thing and to be frank, you dont have to be a lawyer to work em out!
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