“Beep-bip! Beep-Bip! Beep-bip!
No please no! I’m not ready to wake up yet. It’s still pitch black outside and -
Hang on. I don’t have an alarm clock. Well, I do, but I only use it when absolutely necessary, because I loath and despise alarm clocks…”
Charlie Adley’s Double Vision.
Una cogging Rick’s playlist while Derek glares out from between them.
Rick can text and DJ at the same time.
Rick lets one off. Una’s too polite to mention it. Fire alarm goes off.
I happened to be in Dublin as I’d a couple of gigs. It was eventful. I was drawing caricatures at Legal Island’s review of employment law and Wyeth’s HR Department’s Christmas party. Great craic and met lots of nice people. Going to Soundcheck was another plus.
The cons were, in order:
My car engine died. I’m waiting on a new engine. I’m in Galway. My car is in Terenure.
My shades broke.
The pants of my suit ripped up the side.
I always balance these little trials by counting my fingers and toes. All present and accounted for.
That’s what the badge says. Tommy is quite possibly Ireland’s youngest blogger at 14 and is meme du semaine thanks to some guy in Cork. Rick was pimping them in the pub before the Soundcheck face off.
This is a 10 minute sketch from my notebook of Russell Brand. I drew him because there is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ELSE GOING ON IN THE WORLD anywhere at all at all.
I think the real controversy here is that such a banal story as this has been given such long, drainpipe-wearing legs. It’s still floating around the BBC website today, and even made mention in the Houses of Parliament.
Now what was that about global economic something or other? And wasn’t there some mention of an altercation around the Middle East? I seem to have been distracted by eyeliner and big/floppy hair, and a few thousand parchment-thin hides sitting by the phone, just waiting for something to complain about, and ripping in half when it comes.
