Throw him a frickin’ bone for chrissakes. Who dresses a dog like that? Still. He does look happy. And why not? Last night he got to meet Director of the Ulster Bank (cough) Dublin Theatre Festival Loughlin Deegan. In what BS has decided might be a stroke of genius (one, sadly, too late for Monty) Loughlin and his friends are putting on a competition for actors to vie for the role of Hamlet. The, eh, great Dane. The festival’s not on until September so this was the launch of the programme. In about an hour we shall have another of our wonderful slide shows where you can see who else would literally turn up to the launch of a theatre programme. The dog’s name is Toby. Good morning.
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Back at 9am
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Pointing man delighted at fun fair. Film at 11.
And still the home of the sophisticated PR shot. This is for the excellent Haggen Daz in Stephen’s Green this very afternoon. It features Big Brother’s Noirin Kelly and Kamal Ibrahim, Mr World, a title he wrestled from Daithi O’Se in Paris last year..
It’s what he would have wanted.
Or is it? Is it really?
Who needs a so-called satirical website when you can have Joe.
Derek O’Connor’s six word review of The Grown-Ups (see our excellent slide gallery earlier today):
Sandler. Throws. Comedy. Pals. A. Bone
Hey, everyone, Derek’s back. It’s like like having the old band together again. Guys? Nat?
(he’s the Jimi Somerville on the right)
‘It was surprising to see him appear onstage like a grimy Cinderella in a purple stage suit: a spangled bolero jacket, sausage pants with contrasting lacing up the crotch, a green top with a scoop neck that produced what can only be called cleavage. God, you thought, where did he get this thing? Who drugged him, knocked him out, dragged him into a costume store and put this on him and said, well here you are, you look great, Van , you just look terrific.”
Listening to Van, Griel Marcus (2010)
No. Not those priests. And not that kind of union.