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I’m going to be on the radio!

I have no idea how I get myself involved in the things I do. Tomorrow morning, I am going to be attempting a newspaper review on the “Sue Nunn” show on local radio, kclrfm. 

I go live at 9 a.m. and have spent the day with Simon being prepped on how not to be controversial….

I have to pick 5 stories that interest me and chat about them and then be grilled about being a principal. So, listen live of don’t at http://www.kclr96fm.com. I will try to get a recording but only if I sound knowledgable..

Hey, no cheeky comments down the back..

Send me good vibes at 9 tomorrow!

kisses etc

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This is a poster for a new film. See, the quote in the heart. It reads “the only movie to see this valentines day.”
Hmmmm.
I have some issues, with this statement. Psycho…silence of the lambs… House on haunted hills… Actually, ill be generous, one could even watch any of Cecelia ahern’s in an attempt to avoid watching this.
I’m actually washing my hair.

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The witches in Macbeth at gbs theatre, carlow. All those leaving cert quotes coming back to me! Lots of leaving cert students in audience being amused by, anything related to sex or naughty things…. Funny…

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Saw a cute film last night. It’s called Beginners. It’s about a guy, Oliver who finds out, after his Mum dies, that his Dad is gay and has also terminal cancer.
It was a highly pleasant film with some teary moments towards the end. Though, it doesn’t take much for me!
The female actress is French and lovely to look at. Everything your archetype French quirky actress should be. And lovely to look at. Did I mention that?
The Dad character and his male boyfriend were most interesting and the film refused to camp them up in any way. Their love was touching to watch. I wondered about Oliver though. His job seemed very depressing. He draws pictures of things like the “history of sadness” all day long. How does he make money? Also, when he finds out his Dad is actually gay, it doesn’t seem to shock or phase him at all. He worries about other things like upsetting lovely, Frenchwomen.
And who wouldn’t?
It is most definitely worth a watch. It’s a quiet film and the Dad and cute dog make it worth it. We downloaded on the Xbox so it must be out on DVD.
Enjoy.

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This is the story of a guide in Co. Westmeath that lights up their house every Christmas for charity. They raised over 160,000 this year for the share a dream foundation. But, they have announced that this will be the last year they do it. They said if they ever had to take money for the Esb bill from the donations(€160,000) box they would stop doing it. This year, businessrd did not pay for the esb bill so they had no choice to raid the donation box.
So, they appear in the papers today complaining about this and announcing they will not be lighting their house for charity again.
It doesn’t make sense some how. They spend €1,000 on electricity but take in €160,000 for their charity. Surely, a handsome profit?
I just don’t understand what the issue is or maybe there’s another reason for this?

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I said I’d share my huge, fake eyelashes with you.. I’m feeling generous so here’s my fully made up face on new year’s eve! They took an hour to get them out but I’d do it again. Thanks to Christine in butterfly beauty, carlow.

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Welshman has the last word

Welsh or Portuguese?
I’ve lost my touch.
I think I’m good at accents and especially good at the Welsh one. I spent a year with the Welsh people while studying to be a teacher. My granddad is Welsh as well so I’m over qualified in spotting this delightful accent.
Until today.
He had to be Welsh. That sallow skin. That accent. Em, and that’s it.
So, in the coffee queue in Costa Coffee, I said to the obviously Welsh man the following.
“Hello,yah, what part of Wales are you from?”
He replied “I’m not. I’m from Portugal.”
What?
Portugal with a Welsh accent? He couldn’t be. I just had to make him realise he is a Welsh man trapped in a Portuguese body . But, he wouldn’t and went on to tell me he was from the city of Porto. Well, dear readers(the whole 5 of you), if you were paying attention back in August, you will remember that we had visited the beautiful city of Porto. Hmmm.
I complimented his make believe city even though he is probably from Powys or somewhere with a y that makes a “Uh” sound. We exchanged pleasantries about the weather, food and price of living and other things that prove Porto kicks Ireland’s bottom in.
Our time in the coffee queue was up. It was awkward. How to end this conversation and the friendship we had built up? How to put a stop to the clear lies he had been peddling me? How to prove I was right and he was wrong and was pretending to be a Portuguese man?
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think of anything.
He picked up his coffee calmly and threw a farewell question/comment my way.
“What part of Scotland are you from?”
Definitely Welsh.

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Niceness of 2012

Paolo Tullio knows his grub. I never trust too skinny food critics so usually anything Paolo Tullio says is complete food heaven.

He released his Food awards yesterday and I’m going to keep it for future eating in 2012!

His Best Pub grub went to “Magpie Inn” in the lovely(I’m jealous and I want to live there) Dalkey. This pub only opened(re-opened) in September and it was packed today. We met up with my FIL and his woman and Terry came along to join in the New Year’s day fun. 

Everyone for a starter but I waited for my dessert and was richly rewarded. Mains included Vension, fish and more fish for Si, Fish and chips for Malcolm and Moroccan lamb burgar with sesame mayo and proper chips with big grains of salt on them for the Terry and I.

Mine was delish. The wine menu is massive, with a particularly cool artisan beer menu. Dessert for me was a chocolate and hazelnut warm pudding with mascarpone and cinnamon icecream…Wrong but right…Everyone was jealous. Terry had decided not to go for dessert as the previous night, the Mimosa Cheesecake had “finished him off”. No, he didn’t collapse but it filled his stomach right up to the top and he was unable to drink anymore nice things. That made him mad and furious and angry. So, he made a New year’s resolution right there and then. No more desserts if one has eaten 6 tapas and very strong beer. It’s a pretty good resolution but he won’t keep it for long.

We walked around the completely perfect and tidy village of Dalkey, bought more books in a cool second hand bookshop and headed away to Carlow.

If anyone would like to club together to buy a small property in Dalkey, I can set up an account for it? A one-bedroom, perhaps?

One day…

But, in the meantime, if you cannot afford to buy a house in Dalkey, go check out the Magpie Inn…Well done, Paolo, they don’t call you a food eating expert for nothing.

Happy New Year and may 2012 bring you everything you deserve..and everything you don’t deserve as well. Why not?