Just Like Fr. Noel Furlong

Up until now, there has been only one person on my list of enemies. That person is Shia La Fuckface. And maybe the people who ring up radio stations and still, after all the years of radio phone-ins don't realise that they have to turn down their own fucking radio before talking on air. Anyway. A new name has been added. This guy.
J...G...Murphy. Come on down, as they say.


Late last Monday night, the Bear was flicking through the channels and landed on PlayTV, TV3's new interactive phone-in quiz show. He was convinced that he had been out drinking with the presenter after the Munster v Leinster match earlier this year and that he was a friend of a friend's brother. Something like that. But as he was trying to figure out if this was indeed the fella in question, we slowly got unavoidably and ridiculously sucked into the question on the board behind him. A question with two possible answers. A question to perplex and confound. A question for the ages...

What is white?

Polar bears! Snow! Salt! White rhinos! Sugar! No, cos you can get brown sugar. Milk? Hmm, Apple Macs?

No, no, no, no, no, no and no again.

Oh JG, you tricksy little riddler you. My favourite caller was Sandra. The conversation went something like this: (bear in mind that snow had been given as an answer at least four times by now, and was still wrong)

JG: Hi, how are ya, what's your name?

Caller: Sandra.

JG: Hi Sandra, and what's your-

Caller: Sandra.

JG: Sorry, it's Shandra is it?

Caller: Sandra.

JG: Right, Sandra. So what's your answer?

Caller: Sandra.

JG: Ok, and what's your answer?

Caller: Sandra. Oh, snow.

Christ. Who are these people? It cost her €1.50 to make that call you know and I kinda wish she was taking the piss but unfortunately I don't think that was the case.

An hour and a half later we were still sitting there, Google and Google Images proving to be no help whatsoever. I had a flash of inspiration at one point and decided the answer is "A colour! White is a colour!". I was delighted with my burst of lateral thinking until John rang in with that very answer and it was declared wrong.

Eventually the Bear decided he'd had enough and was going to bed, so I reluctantly followed because this thing was driving me crazy and it was 1.30 in the morning after all. I googled it the next day. The answers turned out to be soy milk and a white alligator.

I hate that guy.

Tcup Aloud

Hi ya'll so as you can see from the post below we were at Imelda May there on Saturday, and all I can say is she's class!! Go and see her! Anyway we decided as a treat we'd get our make-up done in mac in Brown Thomas. We had the tickets bought ages ago so we were able to book the make up as well usually you have to wait about two months before you get an appointment, so we were lucky. Anyway I wanted fake eyelashes for the event also, so I went out and bought the new Girls Aloud lashes and as I adore Sarah Harding (ie my hair) I bought her cute lashes. They are all different lenghts and styles but they have loads of lashes as opposed to the Mac ones that seem to be more far apart than the girls ones, and not as styled.

That's me on the left!!

The girl was a bit wary at first about putting on my eyelashes as they weren't mac but she did it anyway "just hide the box" so thanks for that! She also thought me about what colours I should be using on my eyes as they are blue. She said that I should be wearing warm tones to make my eyes pop and pop they did!! I was stuck in a rut before with regards to my eyes I always used to wear blacks or grays on my eyes. So I will be changing that! I bought the primer as well. Anyone know if thats any good?

So anyhu get the Girls Aloud lashes if you love the cute flirtations with suttle sexy undertones look and for about €7.50 a pop not bad value!

Peach Melda

I'm more than a little in love with the foxy Imelda May at the moment. Myself, Tcup, Marzipan and her sister J hotfooted it to Vicar Street last Saturday for the show and my God does that girl deliver. She shimmied onto the stage in a red leopardskin dress like a Liberties Bettie Page and va va voomed into two hours of solid gold deadly. She made me cry with Falling In Love With You Again and Big Bad Handsome Man is now one of my favourite songs to listen to.


Also, she makes me want to dress like this:


So do yourself a favour, go see her live or at the very least get Love Tattoo and stick it on your iPod. She'll make you walk with a wiggle.

lazy blogging on a thursday afternoon

If I being honest I couldn't give a rats A|wear is a bit hit and miss these days. I just liked the illustration on the RHS.

Is It Just Me...

Or is Urban Outfitters getting a bit knackery???

I Hate Escala

And For My Next Trick...

Ta-daah! At the suggestion of Miss Lottie, behold my newly assembled *extra deep* bookcase. Thing of beauty, ain't she?

(Also, like Tcup said, I promise I'll return to proper non-lazy blogging soon. Ish. Really.)

I'm so so s o sorry (fr. jack style)

We have been neglecting the blog a little of late and for that we apologise. Between moving and job situations and holidaying etc. and all of that it's been a bit of a mad few weeks but i promise normal programming will return shortly!!!

Wish Me Luck

The fact that I once had difficulty assembling a linen and timber laundry basket will have no bearing whatsoever on this.

Bring it on, bitch.

I Hate Packing I Do

This week, I have been mostly putting off packing up my shit for the impending move of house to lovely shiny Rathmines. I did have fun procrastinating though, attending an extras casting for The Tudors with the Bear (who looks so much the part already I was surprised they didn't create a character for him on the spot and give him his own tavern to run), getting sunburned in the Botanic Gardens while making daisy chains and resurrecting my addiction to cheesy breadsticks from Lidl (try them, go on, I dare you not to finish the box in one sitting. And dunked in Philadelphia? Dear GOD it's like cheesey crunchy heroin.) But the move is nigh, and so the house has mostly been looking like this of late:


Behold the sitting room and my room. Yes, that is a garden gnome. His name is Gerald. So I'm blaming the prior house hunt and subsequent packing for my shameful neglect of the blog lately. Also I was busy working my mad haggling skillz on the letting agent after viewing our new house. A decent house in Rathmines with two bathrooms and three double bedrooms for €1400 a month was pretty good but we reckoned we could chance an aul haggle. But only after I rang my Dad to find out what the hell to say, naturally. And so unfolds a dramatic reconstruction:

Me: Hi, Letting Agent Man (names have been changed), we really like the house and we'd be very interested in taking it. The thing is, we've been looking at places in that area around the €1200 mark, and really that's what would suit us at the moment.

Him: Hmm, okay.

Me: So do you think you could put it to your client?

Him: I'll have to give him a call, I'll get back to you at 2.15.

3.00 rolls around. I've probably called Dad again in the meantime to cover what I should say for every possible outcome.

Him: Right, I've spoken to the landlord and the lowest he's willing to go is €1300.

Me: (In my head: CHA CHING! Fecking deadly!) Okay, I see. Well I'll have to talk to the other girls and I'll give you a call back.

Hooray! So we took it and now myself and Tcup are moving in with our lovely friend Marzipan and everything's going to be so great in lovely Rathmines, not least because there's a deadly bakery around the corner from the house that sell proper fancy buns with mad coloured icing. I think every day will be Cake Day for a while. Or at least until I end up spending all my dole money on cupcakes. SWEET.

Oh and this is my box o'DVDs. Seeing as I'm a nosy bint, I thought some other nosy people might like to try to make out what movies are in the bosca. There's no porn there though.

Why can't i do this?

So For The Wkend I...

I went to my best buddies farewell do and met the coolest granny ever! Her party piece was "patricia the stripper"!

legend

cool and the gang

I also spend all of saturday with a very energetic two year old

and on sunday I celebrated The BF's birthday! I don't have any pics of that as they were all blurry, full of drunks, pictures with cropped heads and pictures of the floor this was a good idea at the time not so much now though!