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Plinky and the Brain

14 Jul

Today, I encountered an interesting phenomenon named Plinky.

Plinky wants to be my friend. Plinky tells me that it will make my writer’s block go away and make it easy for me to

“create inspired content”.

Wow, thanks Plinky. Are you trying to tell me something about my current “content”? Why not just tell me I’m fat while you’re at it.


Plinky is insatiably curious about my thoughts and feelings on just about everything. To be honest, Plinky is a bit nosey for my liking. Not to mention a tad pushy.

“No Plinky account? Sign up!”

“Sign up below to get started!”

“To answer the prompt below, you’ll need a Plinky account.”

“Please give me your email address! Pleeeeeease!”

Jeez, Plinky. Have some self-respect, would ya? You’re embarrassing yourself.

In spite of all this, I think I kind of like Plinky. I suspect this is mostly because it is fun to say and also it sounds very like Pinky, which brings back some very pleasant childhood memories of Saturday mornings plonked in front of the telly.

“Whaddaya wanna do tonight, Brain?”

“The same thing we do every night, Pinky.


Obscure, you say? Pure brilliance, I say.

I’m playing hard to get. Well, kind of.

I didn’t give Plinky my email address. But I did spend a few minutes contemplating Plinky’s question of the day:

“What’s your favourite quote, and why?”

Well, Plinky. Interesting question. So many sources to choose from: literature, film, music, family (see below), friends, bloggers, civil rights activists, dumb-ass celebrities, crappy posters, crappier t-shirts…

Too many, in fact. I’ve changed my mind, it’s not an interesting question, it’s a stupid question that involves too much brain-racking on my part. What’s YOUR favourite quote, hmmm Plinky? Bit of a one-sided relationship, this.

At that moment, my attention was momentarily diverted as I noticed that someone nearby was watching Shaun of the Dead. Just as I turned to look, Pegg and Frost uttered the immortal lines:

Pegg: You want anythin in the shop?”


Frost: Corne’o [Cornetto].”

Bam, favourite quote. At least, at this moment in time it is. Do I really need a reason? I didn’t think so.

How’s that for inspired, Plinky? Smart-arse.

P.S. Shockingly, I could not find this clip isolated anywhere on YouTube. So the best I can do is give you the trailer and implore you to see the whole film in all it’s awesome-ness if you haven’t done so already.

Here is another great Nick Frost clip, for the craic.

Funny ’cause it’s true!


Because Sometimes It’s Fun to be a Positive Polly

11 Jul

So…apparently this is what a shamefully neglected blog looks like…

**Moving swiftly on…**

I have noticed that most of my (admittedly few) posts have fallen into the categories of Moans and Rants. With this in mind, here is a post devoted to

Great and Lovely Things

that have crossed my path in recent times:

His and Hers

Go and see it. Don’t ask too many questions, because the more I try to tell you how awesome a documentary about the ladies of the Irish Midlands is, the less you’ll believe me. Just take a chance, I promise you won’t regret it. However, beware that if you fail to shed a tear, I will forever believe that you, like my good pal Bert, are made of stone.

(Yeah, that’s right, Bert. Your pseudonym is Bert. You know why. Before you complain, think how much worse it could have been.)


So yes, His and Hers = fantastic. Also, if you happen to have a student card and be in Dublin on a Monday, you can see it in the Screen on D’olier Street for €5. Score!

A lil taste…

Inception Anticipation

(Inceptipation? Nah, sounds like an unpleasant medical procedure)

Continuing in a film-ish vein…

I’m not even gonna bother posting a trailer because if you’ve managed to stumble across a blog as obscure as this one, there’s no way you haven’t picked up on the hype for this movie. Hype for which I have abandoned my snobbish indie tendencies and thrown myself wholeheartedly into. Why, you may ask? Three excellent reasons:

Before I feel compelled to rename this blog, I would like to re-affirm that each of these beautiful gentlemen is a ridiculously talented actor and has an excellent track record of being in deadly films. Having said that, I’m fairly certain the film will disappoint, but for the moment I’m having a grand aul time being excited about it.

Tim Minchin

Isn’t he just wonderful? Thoroughly enjoyed his presence on the Jonathan Ross show recently, despite the enormous drag factor of…well, Jonathan Ross. Who else would begin an interview with the big ball of charming genius that is Minchin by talking about the weather? Sigh.

But then the Four Poofs gave him a go of their Piano and it was all good.

The Temper Trap

Got their album Conditions in the post the other day (yes, I buy CDs) and its just great. I’ve heard complaints that the songs all sound too similar – that’s okay by me as they all sound great. Okay, so Sweet Disposition has been used to advertise every product in existence over the past few months, but don’t hold that against them. Sure have an aul link to Love Lostit makes me smile!

(Whether this is despite or because of the misery of the subjects of the video, I am uncertain. Either way – greah song.)


In a truly drastic attempt to counteract some of my unhealthier habits and fill up some of my unemployed time, I have taken to a cross-country machine twice a day. To my complete surprise, I can now walk moderate distances without my lungs shrivelling up into painful balls of fire. I also feel generally more awake and alert for longer periods of time. Do people know about this amazing phenomenon? Someone should write a book about it or something.


Who the hell knows how I’m going to pay for it. But its happening! On August 10th, myself and at least three of my favourite people will be on a plane to Berlin to begin our interrail adventure.


I am awfully pleased and excited about this but will restrain myself at this point as it will most likely be the subject of many future posts. I will also attempt to forget for the moment that due to various constraints (collectively known as reality) I will have to return home after a measly two weeks. Ah well, better than a slap in the face, as my dear aul Ma would say.

And last, but most definitely not least…


Yes, you. God only knows what inspired you to take time out of your busy and fascinating life to read this, but you are both Great and Lovely for doing so.


Less Sex and a Different City

29 May

I went. I saw. I ogled, envied, gasped and giggled. I enjoyed it in a superficial, sparkly way. Of course, as we left the cinema, I joined in analysing the clothes (the good, the bad…and the God-awful) and discussing how well (or otherwise) our favourite foursome are aging. I didn’t have the heart to bring up any of the irritations that had been niggling at the back of my brain over the two hours and twenty-six minutes and rain on my companions’ parade.

No such worries here!

Carrie’s Endless Whinging

Right, am I the only girl who feels sorry for Big? Okay, fair enough, he’s done his own fair share of messing. But dear God, that woman is just never happy. Now that she finally has him in a committed relationship,  Carrie seems to spend all her energy looking for new things to nag him about. The poor guy can’t even watch a bit of telly without her having a go. He brings home dinner because she’s too damn lazy to sort something out, and she moans that they “ate in twice last week.” Wow, she’s definitely feeling the pinch, isn’t she? She then proceeds to bully him into going out when he clearly doesn’t want to, and then drags him home for a good nag when he has the cheek to chat with Penelope Cruz.

She’s married to the man of her dreams. She lives in a bloody gorgeous apartment (which is apparently a “step down”, cos, y’know, we’ve all had to make sacrifices in the face of the R word). She has a deadly job (or lack thereof, depending on how you look at it). She has great mates and an enviable social life. Yet every five seconds she has a big miserable mush on her and is having a grand oul moan at her hubby or pals. At one point, Carrie refers to the single girl she used to be, “running around New York like a crazy person.” At least she was a bitta craic back then.

Blatant Ethnocentrism

(and some double standards)

So, the girls are taking a trip to Abu Dhabi. Excellent. What a great opportunity for our heroines to experience a foreign culture first-hand, perhaps even prompting them to reflect critically on their own values and lifestyles? Um, no. In wearisomely typical New York style, foreign customs are dismissed as quaint (“look at that woman eating french fries under her niqab”) and oppressive (I mean, come on, what kind of fascist society objects to sex in a public place?). Rather than attempting to gain an understanding of local lifestyles and traditions, the supposedly enlightened foursome hold steadfastly to their own ideals and inevitably see it as their duty to set a good empowering example for local women through a karaoke rendition of “I Am Woman.”

Interestingly, while our gals pity their Abu Dhabi counterparts and ridicule the laws which they see as restricting their liberty, they don’t seem to mind butlers waiting on them hand and foot, 24 hours a day. Apparently New Yorkers are too enlightened for gender inequality, but class and income inequality to the point of glorified slavery is okay.

A Very Oirish Accent

I probably should have opened with this as it was the one thing that actually made me want to get up and run away. Charlotte’s nanny has little function in this film other than to shake her tits about in front of Harry (giving Charlotte something to worry about) and usher the little darlings off the screen when they just Won’t. Stop. Fucking. Crying. A fairly one-dimensional role; could have been played by anyone with large bosoms, but some idiot decided that the nanny should be Irish (I could launch into a tirade here about how Irish people are constantly represented in American films in relatively lower class occupational roles…but I won’t. Much.).

Of course, it was far too much like hard work to actually source and hire a decent-looking Irish actress, or even one who could fake a decent accent. We’re all well used to our fabulous range of accents being butchered by Hollywood, but British actress Alice Eve should really know better; this one would make even Darby O’Gill turn in his grave. Thankfully, she has very little to say.

Money Money Money

Yes, I am aware that sensible budgeting has never really played a big part in SATC. We all know that their spending and

lifestyles are utterly unrealistic and have turned a blind eye in return for the opportunity to gawp at pretty things. However, I found the indulgence and consumerism particularly grating this time around, as I think I may already have implied above. I was particularly struck by how hard it was to really feel any sympathy for Charlotte and Miranda’s motherhood difficulties when they both have full-time hired help. In fact, its difficult to feel any empathy for any of the characters at all when you’re so constantly reminded how much richer they are than you.