Just back in the door from a fine night down in Cork. I have a hangover to beat the band (hopefully Coldplay) and I need a good poo.
Sweary won at last, well done to all the winners, (especially those whose attempts to try and give an acceptance speech were noisily and consistently interrupted by people roaring and shouting bollocks from a section near the front) and big congrats to Suzy who won the overall award as well as Best News and Current Affairs blog.
The whole event was good fun, hosted in fine style as usual by Rick, musicked up by Brian Greene and organised by Damien Mulley. Who introduced me to his folks. Which went something like:
“This is my father”, says Damien.
“Hi there, nice to meet you”.
“And this is my mother”, he says.
“Hi there, nice to meet you too”.
“This is Twenty Major”.
“Oooh”, gasps Mrs Mulley, as if she’s just met the Scarlet Pimpernel.
“Haha”, I say.
“Otherwise known as ‘Cunt’!”, says Mr Mulley.
Heh.
Lots of other good folk around, too many mention, and much beer, whiskey and gin and tonics and double gin and tonics were consumed. Well done again.
Until next year so.
if it hadn’t been for man cittee and young ronaldo my weekend would have been awful…..
roll on next year……I shall resign from my job the week before just so that I can go……
Sounds like Mr Mulley had you worked out, right enough.
You need to have more booze…
Ha, you were surprised to be known as Cunt?
Did you click ?
Was busy marching, meself. What’s Cork like for de nightlife?
Cunt. And bastard. And well done Sweary. And mayb e next year…
Cunt. And bastard. And well done Sweary. And maybe next year…
It sounds like a great night! And it’s brilliant to see Sweary getting her due at last. Wish I coulda been there to see it.
If I have to hear the phrase “fucking gorgeous” one more time, I think I’ll explode..
Jaysus Alexia but last night you were only fucking gor…
Balls.
Ta there our Twenty. And I promise I’ll replace the taytos. Some day.
What’s this about drinking Gin and tonics! What kind of a mans drink is that!
Good to see you there.
I’m an awful fucking fool for not going. Sounds like a right laugh.
I am going next year,,definitely…
Finally.
Ha, the Mulleys sound great.
What a great party it was.
Though strangely shorter on deep and meaningfuls than last year, for me, apart from the in depth discussion on early twentieth century philosophers I had with Twenty, but maybe I wasn’t drinking enough.
Gents, you should have seen him on the bouncy Twister… sadly he’s paid me to burn all the photographic evidence.
Twenty??? Bouncy Twister??? WTF?????
Gin n Tonics?????
Is that the Seventh Sign or something as Apocalyptic???
I was doing my best to keep upright when a blood curdling roar went up to greet the opening of the resident’s bar.
It was like the fucking Charge of the Light Brigade with Twenty at the very front.A misfortune of a hotel staffer briefly slowed Herr Major down but a well placed burning cigarette to the neck soon put paid to that poor, brave fool.
Nobody will keep me from my Gin and Tonics.
I was nowhere near the Twister thing though. I hung around for a bit hoping there’d be a clash of head or a broken arm or two but there wasn’t. I was sad.
Then I drank more gin, hurrah!
Good news from the front, sire.
The book is here.
Amazon must have ordered another half a dozen ;-)
Would the fella with you on the front cover be an electrician, by any chance? I’m sure I’ve had a Guinness with him too!
Brilliant night – I’m such a lightweight there was NO WAY I was able to keep up.
Oh I remember that charge to the bar only too well – a whole hour with no booze, torture. But then
“FREEDOM”!
Was it a Cowen ploy to have Ireland’s best and brightest in Cork when the real action was in Dublin? ;-)
Yeah, otherwise we would have all been out with our cameras and laptops covering ‘de march’.
Heh, re the book cover. My 19 month old picked it up, and looked at the figure on the cover and said ‘Daddy, Daddy’.
Most alarming.
Was wonderful to see you looking every bit as dashing as last year, and back on the fags with all the other cool kids.
How appropriate that when I returned today your book was waiting for me from amazon.uk!
The awards were fucking fab even if I didn’t get to see you glass anyone.
That’s uncanny – I needed a good poo as well today. It’s funny, I know a good feed does that to you but wouldn’t you think finger food would…ah never mind.
Great times.
Wheeeee! What fabulous bloggies – and lovely to meet you and your delightful lady friend, Mr Twenty.