Won’t be giving up the day job any time soon unless Bog TV is looking for a dodgy presenter with little shame. As mortifying as the results are, it was still a bizarre and wonderful experience.
Well-chosen words by whoever penned the script for the voiceover. Sad that it is so but c’est la vie.
Sincere apologies once again for the error I made in compiling the presentation. I missed out on a screenshot of Stranded on Gaia for Best Blog Post and apologies (again) to Rick for what I guess you could call “rick-rolling” him with over-anxious slide clicking fueled by sheer nerves/adrenaline.
Met some lovely new faces at both the Galway Twestival and the Blog Awards over the weekend, great to catch up and have some fun with some more familiar ones too. Discovering Kelly’s Bar on Sunday was a treat and getting the chance to see the folks (if ever so brief) was super.
It’s always dangerous meeting your heroes. I was apprehensive about this one, as this is one that goes way back to the days when I was still grazing my knees and learning ABCs.
Yesterday, I met Bosco. Those of us of a certain generation grew up watching this little cheeky chap and his pals. Looking back at the DVDs of the show that were released a few years ago it’s amazing to see how such simple things brought little ones such wonder and contentment.
Meeting Bosco was strange, mainly because the second Bosco started talking I fell under the spell like I did about 20 years ago. I was talking to Bosco face to face. Still has funny, cheeky and witty as ever – it was the most enjoyable and bizarre experience I’ve had in a long time.
I’d really love to see Bosco back on the telly here. Such a fantastic character who hasn’t not lost anything over the years since he first took to the RTE screen. We’ve got plenty of talent in the country who’d only love to have a show like that to work on from film makers to young presenters to animators and beyond. It could be a great showcase for Irish creative talent, I think. Anyone in RTE listening or want to get a petition going or is it time Bosco started broadcasting online?
It’s my Nana’s birthday today. She’s marking off a fantastic 86 years today, an age I think I could only dream of reaching.
She’s a hugely important person in my life. I effectively grew up with her, being the first grandchild she had because my parents were building or house when I was born so I settled into Nana’s cosy cottage from pretty much day one. In the 25 and a bit years since I’ve learned so much from her.
She’s a fantastic woman and I love going down there to spend a few hours chit-chatting, giving out about the government and drinking tea (or something stronger if she could only convince you to) with her. Can’t wait to see her on Friday.
I stumbled over this on my phone again last night. I love the speed and efficiency that texting and tweeting offers but sometimes things just get so lost in translation or, as in this case, lost in context.
To set the scene: I had sent my dad a photo of a bunch of us having lovely creamy pints in the Storehouse and wishing him a happy Paddy’s day. It’s also important to point out here that he is a dairy farmer and the twins being referenced were newborns of the bovine variety.
Can’t wait to show it to him at the weekend after a few creamy pints