Tags: LA
Hello, Ian…
Handle With Care – Traveling Wilburys So the other day I walked into the doctor’s and said: Hello, doctor Ian, I have this slight cough for a while now, can you- Say no more, he said, just drop the pants, jump up on the bed, lie on your side and we’ll take a look. DownREAD MORE
Rudebox Radio!
Fine folk of le blogaruu! Have a listen to me being interview gibbered by Robbo Williams about my book RanDumb as part of his new show Rudebox Radio. My drone comes in around the 63 minute mark. Just before Gary Barlow. Listen on! Duu… Read more from Robbo -> Go down, say some words… Bang!READ MORE
The Mermaid Man
Mercy – Edit Murphy So yesterday was the West Hollywood Book Fair. And it went mighty! Ish. Slightly mighty. Good hoot. Bar getting the boot. Kicked out a book fair. Harsh. So I head down to the fair. Told I’m in this area where other writers are also set up. Stage. Mic. Table. Old people. LotsREAD MORE
It’s Like Living The Life, You Know, Unreal…
Don’t Stop Me Now – Queen So my younger sister Sarah has been in L.A for the past week. Finishing off her J1 summer. Final hurrah in L-Hey. Usually I dodge like a duck when people are in town. Tour guide duties are a full-time job. Single parent duties and all that. Plus, sometime peopleREAD MORE
Carmafunkingidiot
Big Bad Wolf – Duck Sauce Carmaggedon: Some spoof. Never seen the roads so quiet. Hollywood hype! Waste of a shotgun. End of the world will have to wait. Me: Some idiot. Have you ever tried to take shortcuts, even though you’ve never been in the place before? Some clown. Driving back from a gigREAD MORE
Amerricka! Funk Yeah!
I Want To Break Free – Mariachillout Seeing as the rest of America is celebrating its birthday and its right to dance, I feel now is the perfect time to do a quick expose. Show the people of Ireland (et al) the truth! What it’s really like to live in LA. Won’t lie, pre-tty gruesome.READ MORE
Two Girls And A Carrot…
All Together Now – The Farm Ménage à trois. Sounds unreal. Holy grail. Conjures up magical imagery. Hot. Toned. Tanned. Women. Feathers. Candles. Wings. Gloriousness. Fireplaces. Rugs. Cherries. Berries. James Bond bedroom scene style lighting. Saxophones, hooting from somewhere. Kenny G next to the roaring fire, no doubt. Tooting out the soundtrack. Seeing as itREAD MORE
Jiggling Jugs!
No Diggity – Chet Faker Tough week. Realised a few things. Such as: My ability to make women puke is still going strong. Take yesterday. Setting up to DJig. Girl comes over to me. Big. Drunk. Mexican. (Big as in overweight. Drunk as in demented. Mexican as in Meximerican.) Stands in front of me. StartsREAD MORE
The Not So Typical Day Of An Irish Guy In LA…
Starlight – The Supermen Lovers Last Friday I had an early morning interview with the Sunday Independent (Irish newspaper). Feature of some sort. Not too sure what it was for. Either way. Mighty stuff. Good to go. Wake up. Answer the phone. How’s it going. First question. Only question. Eh. Balls. I don’t know theREAD MORE
More On! Moron…
If You Got The Money – Jamie T Did you know… Book two is in full flow? Well. Maybe not full flow as in I’m gushing. But full flow as in I’m beyond leaking. No looking back. Not sure why I got so hung up on the flow metaphor. Not even that time of theREAD MORE
