On occasion I stop in one of the 24 hr Tesco's after the show. Normally its to pick up a mag or something for breakfast. So thats what I did (or done) last night. Im a huge fan of the self service checkouts, although at times they go a bit nuts. So I was standing in line last night, around 1.30am wondering why there was only one of them in use.
Anyway, there was one guy in front of me who seemed to be having a bit of trouble. So being the polite gentleman that I am, I offered to help. Well heres the demented part of it. It was ROBIN feckin WILLIAMS. I nearly dropped my copy of Empire on the ground. Then after sorting out his litre of milk scanning issue, and this is off the charts...he turns around and says "Are'nt you the guy on the radio?". To which I replied, stutteringly "Yeah.....". "I thought I recognised the voice" he replied. I dont normally get star struck, but there was a moment when I said to myself "Robin Williams listens to my radio show". He said he's been listening in his hotel room on and off the last few nights and he's a big radio buff. He's here on a holiday (after Will Ferrell told him Cork was a great place) and decided to take a wander around due to jet lag. No minders, no entourage, nothing! Just him; a litre of milk and a few other bits and bobs. Demented!!!!!!!!!
Like the title says, no dancing chimps in this one!
Ignorant pigs! If Im gonna moan about something, I may as well have a go at ignorant pigs of people. I stood in a longish line in a deli the other day. They ran out of rolls at the counter, so I obliged and moved 5 foot to grab a roll off the shelf. Like a vulture after spotting a rotting carcass, an absolute pig of a woman decide to swoop in and take my place. The same pig stood was standing behind me in the line. Either way, within 3 seconds I was back to find my place taken and the said pig ordering a half chicken. I found it amazing she was'nt ordering a full one, the pig! So, being the polite gentleman I am, I decided to let it slide. Then she decided to order a whole heap of other shite.
Well, that straw broke this camels back and I decided to say "I was in front of you" to which she responded in her pig language something along the lines of "You weeeenttt awaaaaayyyy". So there was a bit of raised voice's on my behalf and the words f$%k and ignorant were used in the direction of the pig. She then decided to grab her stuff, knowing she was in the wrong and walk off. Fearing there may be a scene like something out of a Resident Evil movie, a member of staff came over and promptly got me what I wanted. Either way, I absolutely cant, in no uncertain terms, tolerate ignorant f$%king pigs like that wan! And if your reading this, I hope you choked on your chicken, YOU PIG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rooooaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!! Time to get out the inflatable punch bag!
Well....its Thursday. Its lunchtime Thursday to be precise....................If I knew how much it cost, I'd probably be saying the price of bread is terrible. But I don't pay attention to bread prices. Its not because when I use the loo, I shit vast quantities of money. Far from it! Maybe a 5 pence as a child, but that was due to putting money in my mouth.
In a week of lack luster blog updates and a serious of propaganda regarding one of my work colleagues seriously injuring himself in a skiing accident, it may well be time to just hang up the keyboard for the week.
For anyone that's interested, I came across a decent recipe for cheesecake yesterday and decided to have a lash. It turned out great, but if truth be told (and it always is on this blog) it needed more vanilla extract. Vanilla extract is feckin expensive, nearly six quid a bottle. Then I need cream cheese, 3 blocks, which cost over another 6 quid. Then a tub of creme fraiche, which cost a euro. With the exception of the creme fraiche, making a cheese cake is bloody expensive. And don't even get me started on the price of biscuits for the base. Well, at least the bread is cheap. I think!!!!
The dreaded double bank holiday is over. While I'm not complaining with a night off, it just takes so long to get back to normality. The Tuesday after a bank holiday may as well be another bank holiday because people don't seem to get back into the swing of things until Wednesday! Anyway, BH rant over, as shit as it seemed.
Easter Monday was spent moaning about getting up too late and so on . But I did manage to end up in Amicus for an early dinner. I'm a fan of the place, but Monday's excursion for a Sicilian Curry turned out to be more of a Sicilian Curry soup more that anything else. But I did get a nice photo, looking down the South Mall!
In other news, KC is all in one piece and didn't break any limbs...yet. Himself and Eddie the Eagle are broadcasting from Andorra all week long. If you check out Eddie the Eagles blog, theres a selection of pictures with the 2 lads dressed up like the bad guys, from one of the earlier Metal Gear Solid video games!
Plenty of reaction to Bertie allegedly handing over the reigns of the pony to Brian Cowen last night. While the MahonTrib. is on the final furlong (thank fuck!) and adopting the Mastermind policy of "I've started so I'll finish" many people agree that the eyes have been taking off the ball. The opposition need to really stop lobbing grenades into the government and the gang of ministers and back benchers really need to stop defending and scurrying to throw the grenades back out. The country has almost been held to ransom over the last couple of years because of the tribunal. Don't get me wrong, if Bertie has done something wrong then he like any other politician, needs to get a foot well in truly planted in his arse. I made a very simple suggestion to Noel O Flynn and Jerry Buttimer last night, and that was when put under the gun from the media when it comes to all things Bertie, just use the magic words of "NO COMMENT". If all parties can adopt a strategy like that, then maybe the country can get back to being run properly and the opposition parties can go moaning about something worth moaning about!
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