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Monthly Archives: January 2011
Six Minutes and Thirty Six Seconds Of Fail
Broadsheet’s favourite fail-compiler presents the month of January 2011 in all its explosive, teeth-shattering, crotch-slamming glory.
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John Barry 1933 2011
We Have All The Time In The World.
Sung by Louis Armstrong. Composed by John Barry.
Judgement Night
Keelin ‘I Gotta Feelin’ Shanley
Vincent “You Harangue, Sir?” Browne
We shall be flicking between both while cursing the Herculean pettiness of RTE.
Joan Still Welcome on TV3 Despite Vincent Sexism Jibe (Herald)
New RTE Election Show Starts Tonight (RTE)
Meanwhile, In Russia
Street-drinking in St Petersburg, a fight and a home-made Bender. There’s a story behind all this, but you’re probably better off not knowing what it is.
The acronym you’re looking for is: WTF.
Eamon’s Cool, Blurry Backdrop
See?
It goes in and out of focus.
And Labour’s new slogan?
One Ireland.
(Tumbleweed).
Hey, at least he uses an Apple.
(Photocall ireland)
Never Look Back
Photograph on metal hairclip: a limited edition of 50 handmade pieces.
Just $90 stands between you and this terrifying ‘hair burqa’.
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Tomorrow’s Election Cliches Today
What they say: “Fianna Fail will be wiped out.”
What they mean: “I hope Fianna Fail will be wiped out.”
What they say:“This is the game changer.”
What they mean: “Until the next ‘game changer’ arrives’ in about 20 minutes.”
What they say: “Fine Gael will let Fianna Fail in through the back door.”
What they mean: “Vote Labour”
What they say: “Fianna Fail have lowered their age profile with a lot of new faces”
What they mean: “Dad, can I have your seat now?”
What they say: “This is the election where young people will vote in great numbers.”
What they mean: “This is the election where more young people will talk about voting but won’t because they never, ever vote in great numbers or any significant numberage at all, ever.”
What they say: “It’s going to be the Twitter/Facebook election.”
What they mean: “I am literally talking out of my arsehole”.
Feel free to add your own. Or not.
