Galway Blog Awards
How the years fly past.
It seems like no time since I was down in Cork at the Irish Blog Awards, and it seems like even less time since I was in Dublin for the year before.
They are on again in a couple of months, but this time they are in Galway. I’m not sure why they keep changing the venue but I have a sneaking suspicion that they are trying to confuse me. I suspect that they are trying to find a city that I haven’t heard of. Well, it’s tough shit because I know where Galway is. I don’t advertise this for obvious reasons, but Herself comes from Galway so I have had to go there a couple of times in the past.
As cities go, Galway isn’t a bad spot. You have less chance of being drowned there than you have in Cork. You have less chance of being stabbed/shot/mugged/murdered/raped than in Limerick. All in all, it’s quite a friendly little city. I have very fond memories of a stay I had there in Salthill some years ago. We got the lounge pianist drunk and that led to a great session that lasted into the small hours of the following afternoon. I don’t know if they ever rebuilt the hotel.
I don’t know what the story is about this year. Will I be going? I don’t know, because I have a problem.
With impeccably bad timing, our K8 is due to drop her sprog some time around then, and for some unknown reason, Herself wants to be around for The Event. I can’t understand the attraction myself, as a sprog is a sprog is a sprog. Once you have seen one, you’ve seen them all. It just means more babysitting. I am just baffled as to why K8 chose such a fucking awkward time.
Of course I may just sneak across on my own. Herself can stay at home In Case of Need leaving me to enjoy myself. Last time there were a few of you women who fancied a slice of Grandad, but were scared off by Herself. Maybe this is your chance?
Anyway, nominations are open. I don’t know when they close, but I think it is very soon, so get voting. The blog has to be Irish, but you don’t.
I’m not going to make any recommendations, as I am not going to do your thinking for you. Just fucking nominate. OK?
I wonder if I can nominate The Sprog as Best Newcomer?
Feck, just nominated you in the fashion category! Do they sell Armani in Galway?
.-= Mick´s last brainfart .. Amhran na bhFiann =-.
Mick – I don’t know. I know they sell Armalites in Limerick if that’s any help?
so let me see. you are advertising something here, can’t put my finger on it. galway? your blog? K8’s blog? blog awards? herself indoors? birth? i’m sure you will let me know. interesting how many times women are mentioned in your post.
.-= kerryview´s last brainfart .. A Death in Haiti =-.
You’re in a funny mood, Kerryview? I take it you are pissed because Tralee wasn’t chosen? Or would you prefer Castlegregory? [actually, that’s not a bad idea…]
Bloody women. Always going on about how they can multitask and men can’t etc etc ad nauseum.
If women are so clever how come it STILL takes them approximately 9 months to bake a babby?
Its been 9 months for EVER. When are they going to get a grip on this outdated system?
Cap’n – Be fair now. Women aren’t all that bad? After all, who else would wash our kacks and socks, and do the washing up? They are also handy for fetching in the coal and even a spot of rumpy pumpy from time to time? I agree though that if men did the baby thing we would have automated it by now.
True, true. They should leave the engineering to us. If you marry a fine strapping lass you are never short of someone to lift a sick calf over a fence in the rain so you aren’t always getting wet.
And if you exercise them and give them a half a guinness (sent through to the Ladies Lounge obviously) its amazing what they can do.
Get the training right and you”d never need a car jack again.
Cap’n – Never have I heard a truer word spoken.
i would plump for the green room in the maharees or freddies in caherdaniel. but who would want a load of opinionated smart alecky foul mouthed gobdaw bloggers down here?
the place is full of them already. and not all of them blog. or read this crap.
slainte maith
.-= kerryview´s last brainfart .. A Death in Haiti =-.
Freddies sounds grand to me. We can ban the opinionated smart alecky foul mouthed gobdaw bloggers, so that leaves just the two of us. I’ll get the first round.
Thanks ever so much GD you have truly made my fucking day. I was rolling on the floor. My ribs are still aching. Never laughed so much in years.Why? you may ask. I will tell you. I just scrolled through the list of best blog catagories to pick one to nominate you for. Best popculture? Hardly. Youth? I think not. Fashion? Snicker. (Seen your tux.) Sport and Recreation? Guffawing by now. Technology? Gotta be kidding. Pissing myself at this point. You can imagine, bythe time I got to Arts and Culture it was all over for me. Arts and Culture fuckin’ Nora help me up off the floor.
Here’s an idea. The Other Fellow is looking for something to do. Get him to nominate you. In fact you could nominate each other.
Best use of the Irish Language?
After my comment I hope you have Best Sense of Humour.
I am deeply hurt. I’m sure I will recover. Sometime.
Hopefully by tomorrow.
What? Oh that? That’s ancient history.
I nominated the oul’ beggar in the Best Personal Blog category.
I had to come up with a reason for nominating him and the first three were rejected as blasphemous under Irish law so in the end I had to just say that for those of us who don’t have our grandfathers anymore such as myself Head Rambles is a gentle reminder of what we’ve lost.
Slight eccentricities, no patience at all with the world anymore and not afraid to say so. Yer man Grandad is a kind of adoptive digital crumbly that would annoy the hell out of you but you’d miss all the same 😉
He’s not TOO shabby.
*blush* Thanks. *cough*
TT – Please don’t spoil my reputation.