Ye Feckin Sly Dog!

Ah Drexday - a day for nostalgia, a day for recollections.

I was cycling along this morning on my merry way to work and I saw Big Bill Crawford at the bus stop, so 5 minutes of small talk later and I was off again, and thinking of AOL on my way.

Remember back then, if you did ANYTHING you were called a sly dog? now I'm not exaggerating here, if you opened a door for a lady or spoke as much as a hello to a female member of staff you were gone - MUTT - would be the beginning of it, and then 400 e-mails with pictures included (thanks Foley) would fly around the office and you'd be stung.

It actually reached the point where you would do almost anything to avoid being called a mutt, you'd spend the entire week being as good as gold and keeping the head down, and then over in the Pub on a Friday evening you'd blow it all by making some disgraceful attempt at "romance" with a random female staff member. (snigger - I said member!)

Anyway - here's to the Gentlemen of AOL who we can safely say are ALL....

One Eyed
Dirty
Scabby
Flea Infested

MUTTS.

Smack that Hoe!

Spent the weekend in Plymouth - in a place called Hoe.

Hours and Hours of amusement.

Anyway - I had a ball - and would totally recommend this part of the world for a holiday - it's like a really really cool Bray!

(no disrespect to Bray)

It's Drexday!

5 Reasons why DrexDay ROCKS!

1.Its the day after Thursday. Everyone knows that Thursday's suck. Its the poor mans DrexDay.

2.Its officially time to start dancing on the ceiling. DrexDay allows you to slack off in work. "Hey it's DrexDay" you can say.

3.With DrexDay comes TWO days off work. Thats class.

4.I always text / mail / message Puppy on DrexDay and vice versa. Its a bond that wouldn't be there without DrexDay.

5.ITS DREXDAY MOTHER CUNT HUNTERS!

So let down those cotton socks, thats right, right down to the ankles... untuck that shirt and loosen yisser tie. DrexDay will look after everything. Its like a perfect cocktail!

Gerrup!

So Dublin are the Leinster champs - fair play.

Yesterday was my 3rd Leinster final ever, I'm proud to say I've been to at least 90% of the Dublin championship games in the last 4 years or so, and it's a blast, It's really good craic.

However, I'm finding it quite hard to fit into a group here, now, usually with sport it's pretty easy, say for instance in Soccer, I would generally fit into the "non-yob wannabe pundit" group, with probably 25% of the rest of the Soccer loving Irish public.

The strange thing with GAA is there appears to be only 2 types of Dublin supporter, On your left you have the total scumbag - who arrives at Croke park with his Dublin Jersey around his head showing off his marijuana leaf tattoos and his ferociously pale upper body, this type of supporter genuinely loves the Dublin team - no doubt - but also seems hellbent on drinking his FACE off before and after the game and systematically destroying Dublin city centre on a drunken rampage later in the day. I don't think I'd fit in there, mainly because I don't have the marijuana leaf tattoo.

The other side - and this is possibly worse than type A - on the right hand side you have this pseudo intellectual snobbish GAA supporter who will basically look right down their noses at you when you don't recognise a certain player. These people are obviously very interested in the sport and probably genuinely love Dublin aswell, but the damage they do is not to the city, it's to the game of GAA, and let me explain why,

I'm not a source of information about Gaelic football and I don't think i'll have have such an interest that I'll make it my business to learn EVERYTHING there is to know - but I have been going to games for a while now, and I enjoy it - so what's the harm in being a fairweather fan?
People who know more about the sport are putting other people off going because they are being made feel inadequate by these jerks!

The more game you go to - the more you learn, so give us all a break before you start giving out every year about how the championship brings all the part-time supporters down to the games, we're paying in like everyone else damnit!

(Calm down)

30 mins of zombie-esque - Tv.

I'm not ashamed to admit I am an addict.

I crave my fix with every move I make - everything I do is a premeditated move towards getting my daily dose.

It's not smart, and It's not clever, but without trashy american 30 minute sitcoms, my life wouldn't be worth living - but like so many addictions, I need to question what it is that makes me so dependant on these funny "slices of life".

Everybody Loves Raymond.

Eh...not everyone mate, your wife appears to hate you.

But your 30 minute rantings about her seem to render me helpless on the sofa - wondering why you don't get a divorce!

The King of Queens

Here we have a man, who is clearly pushing a heart attack, and who clearly has an eating disorder married to a bitchy New York roughneck of a woman. They keep their insane Father in the basement - (if my father in law was Jerry Stiller, I'd spend all day looking at his enormous hands)

Again - just waiting to see that chap keel over clutching his chest is reason enough to tune in.


Two and a Half men.

It's the theme tune that has me. Oh, and generally anything with Charlie Sheen in it.


Frasier.

When I'm worn out with low brow culture (dot com) I'll pop a frasier on, (lets face it, it's always on somewhere) and have a titter at the jokes about art and culture in general.

(the real reason is Kelsey Grammars crazy upper body hair and fantastic eye brows)


I need help.

Kerching Kerching!

So that's that - the World Cup is coming to an end - and the 2 unlikely teams in the Final are

Italy v France - that's Ron Harte v Steve Deasy - another unlikely pairing.

The winner will scoop up the cash prize of (whoever gives me the money)

Best of luck girls!

Woooo!

Hollywood BAD real life GOOD

It seems to be everywhere - celebrity has pretty much taken over as the main obsession nowadays.
Now on a base level, I don't really have any problems with the idea of celebrity, people put themselves out there for their talents, whether it's their skills with acting or their beauty or even the fact that they wear very little and turn up at events as socialites, everyones got to make a few quid right?

However, on the current trend of things, I'm beginning to believe that this is turning out to be far more damaging to the world than I originally thought.

I was scanning through IMBD.com as I tend to do when I came across a film by a relatively unknown director featuring Lindsay Lohan - a girl who seems to be known more for her good looks than the semblance of any talent whatsoever, was she in the Herbie remake? anyway, it appeared that she walked out on the film leaving her director and the cast high and dry because "she wants to work with big name directors". Now, you're surely saying "but why is this damaging to the world steve?" Well, I'll answer you if you'd ever SHUT THE FUCK UP! (sorry)

You see, in my opinion (and that's all it ever is) things are often best in life when you earn them, and I would imagine acting is pretty much no different, now i'm probably not 100% right, but she's 20 years of age - hardly an adult - wouldn't she be better perceived by the general public if she cut her teeth with some edgy unknown cinema first? fighting her way and earning a place amongst the elite in hollywood? Of course she would, but then again - it's not entirely her fault - the system has to come in for some of the blame too.

In the throws of promoting a film and making money, you'd want the biggest names available to BE in your movie, often replacing talent for just a name. So as I said at the beginning everyone is entitled to make a few quid - Lord knows most of us need it.

But what really dusts my muffins is the fact that Ms. Lohan cited a reason like not working with a big name director as her reason for leaving the film, it annoys me that little stains like her think they are above anyone let alone some bloke just trying to make a film, AND to further freak me out I saw a trailer for Ms. Lohans new film (featuring McFly) and it looks like the biggest heap of garbage one could imagine.

Now, before I go off on one here, Lohan is not the only problem, infact, thats really just the tip of the choc ice, the most harmful being looks and beauty, and the idea that being as skinny as a rake is attractive. I see magazines where you can literally see these peoples ribs and women walking around with MASSIVE heads on tiny bodies - surely I'm not alone here in thinking that it's disgusting?

These women have to run around in the shower to get wet for goodness sake - and this is having a knock on effect with women who are reading these magazines. My mother - who couldn't weigh over a buck O five - stopped bringing sambos into work because she was told by some anorexic fitness instructor that she was overweight - and i'm not seeing things through rose tinted glasses here - the woman is as skinny as a rake.

Anyway - I don't know what anyone could DO to sort this out, but I think the problem firmly lies on the doorsteps of the people in these magazines and the mags themselves.

Am I wrong?

AM I?

(sorry)