I'm just coming on here briefly to boast about being nominated for two irish blog awards. Thank you to whoever nominated me. And since I'll probably not win I'll give you the speech I'll been busting to deliver since I was first nominated back in 2009:
"I keep it real. Life on the streets is tough. Fuck tha police, fuck tha government, politicians man fuck em too. Fuck advertising companies and people who photoshop models on magazine covers. Blah blah blah and thank you to Hermione Granger for keeping me company on those long lonely nights."
I'd probably not say the half of this. I'd just mutter something about how nice it is to win and get very drunk back in my seat.
Congrats to everyone else nominated.
If you are wondering what's been happening with me I'll give you a little bit of info:
Hot Baby Roy and Hot Firey Love Lady have moved in together (in Leeds).
I'm sharing my bachelor pad with two dogs (Battle Cat, of course, and Ma-Mutt [Good King Thumpo's dog. No one has seen Good King Thumpo since he went to make his snuff movie]).
Fabian Wildman is still doing the rounds and we see each other from time to time.
Nanny Boo Boo is alive and well.
My protege has started catering college and sometimes brings me cakes to stuff my face with.
And as for me and the Punchbowl Girl, I'll keep you guessing.
