They’re a bit shit really aren’t they? Knowing the weekend’s over & you’re back to work in the morning. Combine it with a case of “The Fear” after a heavy session on Saturday night and yeah, Sunday nights are a bit shit.

I was all tucked up in bed, nice & early last night when my average Sunday night turned into a pretty bloomin’ good one. No, not a school-night booty call, but a ping-back to this ‘ere blog, and one post in particular, which notified me that I had made it to the shortlist for the Best Blog Post category at this year’s Irish Blog Awards.

Well, colour me pretty jazzed, but how cool is that?! I am, you may gather, pretty gosh-darn-tooting excited about it. So excited I’m not being sweary… which is, in itself, a little odd.

Altogether there are 7 posts shortlisted in the category, and to say that I am in good company would be an understatement. These are the other posts I’m up against*…

• Grandad – Passive smoking is beneficial
• Twentymajor – It is time to turn our back on the criminal catholic church ltd
• Panti – No more Mr. Nice Gay
• Fatmammycat – Twilight, the horror, the horror!
• Stranded on Gaia – I heard there was a secret chord
• The Voyage – Just as he is

And this is the post that I’m shortlisted for – I Wasn’t Ready.

I don’t really like reading this post, for reasons you’ll understand (or this one, which followed close after). Although I have always been a little pleased with how it turned out, the subject matter still bothers me a lot.

Huge thanks to the judges and indeed the Irish Blog Awards organisers. I’m genuinely a little blown away by a) people thinking it’s pretty good; good enough to shortlist and b) the standard of the other posts in the category. I don’t honestly feel as though I deserve to be amongst them, really.

That’s not false modesty, I don’t do that, it’s bullshit; christ, I barely do modesty really. To which end, I wish all of the others who are shortlisted good luck on the night… but I wish myself a fuck-load of awesomely good luck as well; I’m going to need it apparently.

Happy out!

*(yeah, yeah, me up against a post, fnar fnar & oo la la… but this isn’t one of THOSE posts people!)

Further more, my memories of that weekend are seriously patchy in part, as my age is catching up with me and I now have a brain that turns to swiss cheese when I’ve been drinking. But here goes…

First of all let me introduce the key cast members*:

Fergie – Co-Lead

Martha – Co-Lead

Leona – Co-Lead

Anne – Co-Lead

Al – The Bar Tender

Lovely Jim

Noah – Boat builder

Hot Dude – a hot, er, dude

GAA Boy

Joe – GAA Boy’s Younger Brother

The Krankees – Teeny, tiny couple that we saw everywhere

The Captain

Rowley Birkin QC

The English Rose – Al the Bar Tender’s GF

*All names have been changed to protect the guilty

Now, I’m going to split this over a few posts because it’s just too long to put into one overall post – what can I say, we crammed a lot in.  The chapters will be thus:

Friday – It’s Groundhog Day

Saturday – Coo Coo Ca Choo Mrs Robinson

Sunday & Monday – 15 Hour Party People

Try not to judge… it was probably much worse than I’ve been able to relay here.