A moment of fame
There have been some upheavals here at the Manor over the last few days.
I have had to do a bit of travelling which thankfully is now over.
There was some worrying news which thankfully turned out to be a false alarm.
All in all it has been a bit distracting which is very unfortunate for any first time visitors from the Blog Awards site who are expecting hilarity and high octane jokes. All they find is me moaning abut a referendum.
Some good things did happen during the week though.
The daughter was on telly.
Some of you may be aware that she upped sticks and vanished over to Costa Rica earlier this year? She claimed she was making a television programme but I had my doubts, especially when I saw all that spilled white powder in the bottom of her travel bag. She said it was talc but I had my suspicions.
It transpired however that she was telling the truth [for once] and the first of the series aired on Monday evening, and every Monday evening at 5 on RTE2.
If any of you are interested, the programme can be seen here [for the next 19 days anyway]. She appears at 1:42. You have to be quick though as she is gone by 1:49. Seven seconds of fame!
For those of you who couldn’t be arsed fiddling around with that damned player [it rarely works for me] then just stare at this for seven seconds. It’s much the same effect.
That’s her. Second from the right in a dark jacket, trying to work out how to assemble a wheelchair.
And she even got her name in the credits for that?
Mind you, they used her wrong name, but then she has so many it’s not surprising. I have a copy of her driving licence here that has the correct name but the wrong address.
She’s a very confusing girl is my daughter.
But I’m very proud of her.
Don’t tell her I said that though.
Costa Rica is still reeling from The Visit of Grandad's Spawn.
If Costa Rica is like that after two weeks, can you imagine the damage after all these years here?
Yup, definite star quality. There's an unmistakable stage presence about the girl and she oozes personality. If she has no voice at all and can't dance to save her life, I see a big future in a Girl Band or suchlike.
Just so long as the Girl Band doesn't require wheelchairs?
Nope. I'm in the wrong country it says. Considering the events of late I don't doubt it. Otherwise, I'm wondering if she dropped by Sixty's place or not. I didn't notice any posts about him barricading himself in his basement while she was there.
Thanks for the mention pop. I am a girl of many names deliberately. It's all about accountability, see? One cannot burn bridges if one has not (apparently) crossed them in the first place.
Damn! You weren't meant to read this. Don't go getting all big headed on me now…
Now that's logic that is.
It's funny (well not really but I shall continue anyway), I was working at a major concert recently where a major 'Merican singer was performing and while I signed in my real name, my REGISTERED name was Kate Macapooloo. This was because the person who forwarded my details must have looked at my facebook profile for correct spelling of my name and didn't think that Macapooloo was at all unusual. Ho hum.
This meant I could have happily murdered several concert goers and not be held accountable at all.
As you do.