Monthly Archives: September 2010
The Nokia E7. Launched yesterday.
Reviewed here.
It was at this point one of our media team (the one with the glasses) approached me. “Are you OK to do the interview, taoiseach?”
He was new, so I went straight in: “Mac Coille? That weedy fucker. I have lads like him for breakfast. And you know what? It’s breakfast time.”
But Glasses went on. “No, it’s just, have you even slept, sir?”
I patted his sloping, bony back and went straight in again: “The chances are, son, that I am in a blackout right now. You see? This is what they don’t teach you in Gonzaga.”
With that I pushed him aside emitting a loud belch as I did so and strode towards the earphones. They are called cans in the radio business.
It was around this time that Newsweek made me their Man of the Year. Who would have thought when I won my father’s seat that I would one day (cont. p64).
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His name is Santra. He’s from Finland and he’s doing his morning stretches.
Very squee. But more squee than our red panda? Surely not.
Gender Update: see comments
(Pix: Meta Penca)
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More pix. From tomorrow’s VIP magazine.
Stephen. With his girlfriend Jessica Lawlor at their crib in Chesire.
He got rid of the jeep with the pink wheels, but kept the pink room.
He put ‘Ireland’ on his pool table. Even though he’ll never play on it.
And, yes, the memes have begun.
Hey, fancy a closer look at the aquarium?
(Pix: Rich Tatum)
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dc5iiT0f1s
Resident Evil: Afterlife 3-D: A Haiku
Milla, still working
In straight to DVD bollocks
Go for a long walk instead.
Maith an fear,
Fintan.
(Composed in the Expresso Bar of St John Of God’s, Dublin)
If only.
Adam Ledwith and Pat McParland.
They’re new.
We Were Right To Let Interview Go Ahead (Fiach Kelly, Irish Independent)
(Photocall Ireland)