This is the cat’s miaow. “Why, this is the daffiest word-slinger this side of Tuscaloosa. He’s a grade-A quack, we tell’s ya.”
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Con Murphy’s weekly behind-the-scenes MNS blog is the wackiest stuff RTÉ has produced since The Big Bow Wow.
This week is comedy gold (my emphasis):
I received one e-mail after the programme from an irate viewer who thought it was a disgrace that I would take the liberty of advertising my clothes shop in Cork and its sale at the moment. So just to be completely transparent, I don’t have any connection with Con Murphy’s shop in Cork and I merely mentioned it in jest. Hopefully the knickers of the man who took the time to e-mail his annoyance will become untwisted with that clarification.
Someone, somewhere, has set up a facebook group to rally the Irish sporting public against the renaming of Lansdowne Road as the Aviva Stadium. They suggest we call it, and you’ll like this, the Palindrome…
Landsdowne Road has been rebuilt and the cowardly FAI & IRFU have renamed it ‘The AVIVA Stadium’ in exchange for filthy money.
We propose that instead of referring to it as such, everyone should call it ‘The Palindrome’ instead (seeing as aviva is the same backwards as forwards) and thus ensure that the name never catches on!Tell your friends, save Irish football!
There’s a piece in today’s Irish Examiner about three 5th-year lads (two from Rathgar, one from Wicklow) who told their parents they were having a sleepover in one of their places.
But unlike everyone else who used that trick and went bushing/cow-tipping/ happy-slapping, these legends went to Italy for the Ireland game last week.
There’s some quailty quotes from the so-called ‘ringleader’.
We texted to say we were all having a good time and they never suspected anything. That’s the beauty of text messages. If they had rung us during the match they would have heard the crowd singing The Fields of Athenry.
They sound like they were more organized than me to be fair.
What. A. Fucking. Night.
Piece from today’s Examiner below.
YESTERDAY’s alcohol ban in central Bari, only lifted after last night’s match in the San Nicola Stadium, was about as futile and comical an exercise as one high-profile but uncapped League of Ireland player’s announcement of his retirement from international football a couple of seasons ago.
The estimated 6,000 plus Irish fans who clogged the arteries of the city on Tuesday night awoke yesterday with an Adriatic-sized hangover, hoarse throats and the realisation that a cure was not on the menu from our Italian hosts. But, as Groucho Marx famously stated, I don’t want to be a member of any club that will let me in anyway. Or, similarly, as one flag hanging in the Piazza yesterday explained: F**k the Recession, We’re on a Session. Indeed.
And in other news Liverpool fans, Human League are once again a-top the hit parade, Bobby Ewing was in the shower the whole time and the Berlin Wall is definitely still standing.