People Who Make Requests on Radio

So I'm rocking into work this crisp fresh Friday, minding my own business, listening to the radio with only one earphone working which in itself is an annoyance. I hop off the dart with the rest of the rats, get in line for the feeder bus that brings me to the office, (not always taken but this particular week roadworks are preventing me from taking the nice brisk walk as a shortcut).

The radio is blaring Q102 on the bus so I figure well what's the point in trying to listen to my choice of radio station considering it's only going in one ear anyway...

Q102 is all very nice and everything. Pleasant music played at the best of times so I really didn't mind, until a listener comes on and proceeds to tell us that she would like to request a song for her soon to be husband, & tells us that this song will be there wedding song although her husband doesn't know it yet. With that she asks for Tom Baxter's "Better" and To which my reply was "Oh Jaysus"

A few random people beside me may have heard me and I don't know if people thought I said it because of the fact that it was going to be their wedding song or because it was Tom Baxter....the answer is both really.

He really is up there with the likes of James Blunt/ Norah Jones/ Katie Melua/ Jack Johnson / I'd rather stick a pin in my eye that hear one note of any of these artists.

Please people please pick better wedding songs....

What! No Hangover on a Friday

This will be my 4th consecutive week that I haven't gone to the pub on a Thursday night and I have missed it.

Although I haven't miss that feeling of waking up on a Friday morning with the shock horror of where am I? is it Friday? is it still before noon? will I make it to work? why is there a half eaten sausage roll at the end of the bed neatly positioned beside the mangled mess of clothes? am I still drunk? of course you are, you think you got in at 1.30ish but turns out it was 3.30.

I say this cause I feel sorry for Joe who took himself on a magical mystery tour of public establishments last night and seems to be a bit the worse for ware after it, mind you I think he is holding up well.

I feel the need to give myself a pat on the back and will duly reward myself this evening with 15 million pints of the finest Heineken and think no more of it.

Well done you Daisy, someone buy that girl a drink..

To Find a Resolution We need a Revolution

I'm loving the 15,000 people who took to the streets of Dublin in Protest to the Current Governments (wasters) decision on the Medical Card fiasco, check them out here..

Pics

It's so good to see the fighting spirit come back into Irish people. For years we've bitched and moaned about the Governments policies and changes and never did a thing about it. Now look on it's the people from the 50's & 60's who knew what hard work was that are bringing the balls back into the Irish.

Don't get me wrong the young people also came out in their droves to voice their anger at the increase of Fees and when you see the pictures of young and old coming together to fight for their rights & to show the government that we are not willing to suffer because of their silly spending & choices, it makes my heart fill will a little joy & laughter and makes me that little bit more prouder to be Irish.

U Decide

Topper, Parer or Sharpener?














Rubber, Erazer?

Poets

Call me ignorant but poetry I just don't get it, it's someone's inner most thoughts and they feel the need to publish it and we're supposed to know what or how they feel. Keep it to yourself I say it's a personal thing. Short stories, good lyrics I like but I just can't get my head around poetry..

http://www.mcgonagall-online.org.uk/poems/pgedin.htm


I'm a little rabbit
I live in a hutch
I stay down this end
Cause I don't like that end much.

Keep it simple folks.

Why Do They Do It

Why oh why do they do it.

Men who wear high trousers
Tall even average men who wear trousers too short for them
Women who feel the need to show us their thong, why would you do that, now I'm thinking well she must have thrush.
Fat women who wear tops that are far too small for them and as a result display their gunt ( for those of who not familiar with that term it is the space between you gut & your cunt).
Tall men who drive small cars. ( I don't care how much your sports car cost, you look ridiculous)
Socks with Flip Flops
White socks with black shoes/white socks in general
Orange Make-Up
Pj's Outdoors

Sure Lads the list is endless really

Karaoketastic

Ah Karaokes, people say they hate them but secretly they love them. I personally quiet like them, think it's all good fun & what other excuse have you to throw copious amounts of alcohol down your throat...particularly numerous shots..

Although I do have one gripe about them and that's the DJ or KJ as they like to call themselves..Correct me if I am wrong but isn't Karaoke there to entertain the punters not an excuse for some washed up, over the hill, never made it in the industry, failed musician who feels the need to grab the mike & take over every one's drunken attempt at Whitney Houston or Robbie Williams.

I had this very experience at the weekend, booked the gig, spoke with a nice guy who reassured me that the DJ/KJ/wanker would also play a list of songs that I had put together to play on the night. So what's the problem you ask, sure half his work is done for him, well the problem was, no matter how much you ask and ask, the KJ will always only play what he wants to hear..Chris Rea's I can Hear Your Heartbeat is not my idea of getting people in the mood to which I had to tell him numerous times, this is not a retirement party it is a birthday, can you jazz it up a bit.

Not only did he start late to which his response was there was no-one there at 8pm (I was there but he had gone for a fag), he constantly interrupted people's performance, I lost the plot when he was about to suck the life out of a helium balloon in an attempt to be funny during my friends decent attempt at Kate Bush's Wuthering Heights ( & that's not an easy one to do).

So by the end of the night he was threatening me with guards because I relaid that I was not happy with him & that I would be speaking to his manager regarding a discount..

So basically all in all the bastard ruined my friends special birthday by being a prick and a wannabe, if you want to avoid this for any party you may be throwing that involves a Karaoke, his name is Thomas and he works for www.karaoke.ie...

Mind you we did get a laugh out of his ignorance with a few drinks the next day at the postmortem....