At a glittering ceremony in Ballymount Industrial Estate last night, Vincent Browne handed out his annual Vinnie awards. The Vinnies are generally regarded – in the media – as the awards that are given to journalists by Vincent Browne on TV3 every year.

It was an emotional night for hard-bitten, no-nonsense hardman editor, Ger Colleran.
He took home the best newspaper award for the Daily Star and cried like a little girl.

A visibly unmoved Vincent Browne stared at Colleran and his panel of winners and sighed. It was that kind of night.

Many went to the nearby Red Cow Inn  and partied until around 8.30pm (as the show had been pre-recorded in the afternoon).

Here’s to next year, say we.

Best Journalist: Fintan O’Toole
For the James Bond screenplay Enough is Never Enough.

Best Story: Dave McDreamy
For correctly predicting everything is shit.

Best Newspaper: The Daily Star.
For the splash: “They Deserve to Have Their Balls Chopped Off And Fed To Larry Murphy’s Raped Dog”.

(Image: Big Mental Disease)

Irish Times Journalists Win TV3 Awards (Irish Times)

It’s the weekend weather AND our coffee table from above, fact fans.

Martin: “You know there’s only a 4 per cent survival rate during the first five years of pancreatic cancer?”

Hanafin: “Really? How completely, terribly awful.”

Martin: LOL

Hanafin: LOLz

Martin Favourite To Succeed Cowen (Irish Times)

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So what if the reindeer has a little snow on his nose.

It isn’t as if I don’t love him any less.

The Tubmeister doing his bit earlier for Barnado’s Christmas Jumper Day (December 22) by donating the sweater he wore on the toy show.

Should have thrown in the pink one as well.

Jumper Day.

Play this video and Barnardo’s will Get 12 Cents Per View!

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Five mortgages?

Two within the space of five months.

Is that even possible?

Seriously, how big was this guy’s habit?

According to The Sun: “In the two years before he died his debt spiralled from a manageable €12,568 to an astonishing €355,744.”

His Clontarf home was sucked dry: “The two-storey gaff bought in 1990 with a mortgage of around IR£100,000 was refinanced three years later for IR£148,500. Ryan again remortgaged the house in 2002, 2005 and 2006 and 2007.”

Mortgaged to the hilt, a standing order with the Medellín cartel, and dicky health.

But still he partied

He literally was us.

Previously.

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Door. Arse. Way out. Etc.

They literally spoke a different body language. Here they are trying to say to each other: “You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot. Happy Christmas, my arse, I pray God it’s our last.”

Bev Bows Out (Mayo Advertiser)

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Small print on Ryanair ticket printout:

Christmas crackers cannot be accepted on flights so please do not bring them to the airport as you will have to leave them behind. Do not wrap any presents that you are carrying in hand baggage as the wrapping will be removed at security.

And have a very shiteous 2011.

(Thanks Michael Le Cool)

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Dark Life. It debuts this weekend on Irish telly.

Annoying. Hipstery. More expensive than the bailout.

What do you make of it?

Clearer version here.

It’s what he would have wanted.

No Point Being Coy About Celebrity Cocaine Use (Sarah Carey, Irish Times)

Shame On You RTE For Ignoring The Massive Story Of Gerry’s Cocaine Use (Michael O’Doherty, Evening Herald)

Previously People Talking Down The People Talking Down The Economy Now Outnumbering People Talking Down The Economy.

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Taken literally earlier this afternoon. Anna Livia by sculptor Eamonn O’Doherty, above, briefly returned (sans jacuzzi) to her former home in Dublin’s main street..

A stinging reminder of our glory years:

Summer, 2000: Anna, near her hot tub, lounging among the trees.

See? We all partied.

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