SURF MY SITE
A priest from the hills of County Kerry (or somewhere) did the unthinkable recently. No not that… but he did make some pre-teen kids from the local school cry. In his misguided attempt to teach the children about the “true meaning of Christmas”, he actually gave the land an incomparable lesson in the meaning of irony. His claim that Santa didn’t really exist came as a shock to the children. Some of them had actually met Santa down the local Farmers’ Market only the previous weekend – unlike this scary God person, who only the incredibly old or creepy have ever seen.
Here’s the money quote:
Some parents told their children “the priest was making it all up,” according to one parent who did not wish to be named.
Awwwwww. The winner of Australia’s Big Brother hijacks his moment on live TV to propose to his boyfriend… and the crowd goes nuts. Not in a deep South kinda way. I mean they like it. So do I. This kind of PDA normally makes me hurl into the sickbag I carry about with me incase my meds react with my alcohol but this is fun. And shrieky over the top fab-u-lous. I also love the clarification; “It’s not a ring… It’s just the diamond!”.
The future of pop music is safe in the hands of this pop starlet called Gnesa (whose name bears a remarkable likeness to the Irish word for ‘SEX’). Lyrically, she’s like a cross between the statue of Patrick Kavanagh on the Grand Canal and yer man what wrote that song for Rebecca “Friday” Black. Sartorially, she’s very Talbot Street (before Clerys sold Michael Guineys). I AM IN LOVE.