These revelations just in from the Irish Blog Awards which were held last night:
Sinead Gleeson travels with a permanent retinue of other female arts correspondents.
Bock the Robber is a lightweight who can't handle his ale. He went home before nine o'clock last night. Which was a pity as I was hoping to meet him and call him a wanker for liking not only Munster but Scunthorpe.
Irish Flirty Something has dyed her hair. I know this must be the case because I asked every redhead in the place if they were flirty or not. Yes, I did indeed get some funny looks for that.
Sarah Carey and Richard Delevan couldn't get babysitters.
And Twenty Major, who is a very nice, well spoken lad in real life, is off the fags. Who's smoking in Dublin bars now, eh? Well?
Congrats to everyone who won, and to all those who got nominated, or just got drunk. And an especial well done to Mulley for putting it all together and Rick O'Shea for compering the event.
See y'all next year.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
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There was only one - and she's a tabloid hack! Nice to meet you. Apologies for running back inside, my goosebumps had goosebumps.
Doh. Didn't realise himself was still logged in. Blogger on this Mac doesn't let me use my url so have to resort to gmail. Grr.
The pleasure was all mine in meeting you both. Well done again, Sinead.
Where did you get that scurrilous piece of misinformation?
How's the hangover, Bock? ;-)
Maman Poulet saw you slipping away early in your fetching tan jacket.
RE: Bock
I have evidence to the contrary!
Maman Poulet was mistaken.
Sorry I missed you then, Bock. Same for you, Annie.
I saw Bock sipping away early in his fetching tan jacket.
Have ya spent a load of time scouring through Flickr and Pix.ie for red-haired Nicole Kidman lookalikes?
All the women near me thought Twenty was smokin'.
Sinéad's entourage was all the women near me.
au contraire mon ami - Amanda and I did manage to duck in just as a confused Rick went off to award himself his first gong. But then had to leave early.
Love to all the winners. More love to the runners-up.
How come I have your lapel badge then? ;-)
You can have it back if you stop standing me up for lunch!
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