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Back Blogging

June 9, 2009

I'm Back Blogging!

Well after a VERY LONG hiatus from this blog I have decided that I want to give it a go again for the personal and business stuff that I can’t put on the wedding blog.

I want to get more involved in the Tuesday Push and help to promote other worthy Irish Businesses.

The blog has me searching for inspiration alot of the time, but hopefully as this is just my own stuff, there will be no mental blocks as to what to write!

Now all I have to do is find the time!!

Runaway Brides!

September 29, 2008

Publicity Stunt numero uno – The Cork Women’s Mini Marathon was the platform for which I chose to attempt to garner the first bit of PR for [Launching soon!]

I intended to have a whole gang of girls (and guys!) dressed up as brides running the marathon with me.  Due to 30th birthday parties, Moving-away-to-Liverpool parties and generally an unwillingness to a) run a mini marathon or b) to be humiliated in a wedding dress; many of my friends weren’t available on the day to participate.

4 of the girls were bullied into it by me stepped up to the challenge and Kate, Una, Redness and my new poster girl Jenny did me proud on Sunday by not only completing the marathon in 1 hour 34 minutes, but they managed to do it with typical style and aplomb!

My good friend Peter Sweeney is a dab hand at the ol photography and jumped at the opportunity to photograph a load of brides!  Unfortunately, the shutter on his new camera broke the week before, but crisis was averted when Sabrina offered up hers for the occasion. (Are you keeping count of the times you have saved my butt now Sabrina?!)  Pete came up from Kerry for the event and despite being severely hungover (along with most of us!) did a fantastic job on the day and managed to sneak through the security and ended up doing the whole marathon with us, documenting the whole thing!!!

Brides keep em waiting!

Brides keep em waiting!

Like any good bride, we arrived late all in a flurry of veils and satin and got into the spirit straight away – the girls were nervous about being dressed up and looking silly, but as soon as we got out of the taxi and into the crowd, we were not alone!  Plenty of others were dressed up and the guys in drag provided us with much entertainment, particularly the “Pants Party” brigade!

We started the whole thing at a run, but in a fairly short time had to slow down to a steady amble as poor Jenny was struggling with the weight of her train and Redness was suffering under the weight of a hellish hangover!!

And they're off!!

And they're off!!

Runaway Brides

We generated plenty of attention with people getting a good giggle at our get ups and we were more than happy to pose for the many photographs that we were asked for during the day.  We all wore logos and to my excitement we overheard loads of people commenting on the name and talking about it as we walked the route.

Jenny has been officially designated the Poster girl for and she was the perfect model for the day and fell in love with her oversized dress complete with massive train (thanks to Easther for the dress!)  Can’t wait to get her back into it again for some more promo shots for the site.  (Without the runners this time!)

Jenny outside Blackrock Church…..would you LOOK at that fabulous train!!

Who would stand this one up?!!

Peter followed us around the course and we set up some great staged shots along with a ton of natural ones that he got aswell.  A favourite of mine was the Autumn Leaves as confetti, its unusual, fun and perfectly seasonal.

We finished the whole thing in 1 hour and 34 minutes….no mean feat, under all that taffetta (!!) and by the time we got to Kennedy Park we were ready to party.  Photographers loved our ‘unique’ look and snapped happy as we posed and I plugged unashamedly.  The DJ spotted us from the stage and invited us up only to ask us to lead the crowd in the ultimate wedding dance….The birdie song!!

Brides take to the Stage!

Brides take to the Stage!

Never one to shy away from a chance to dance on stage, I was in my element and all the girls really got into it too (they secretly love the spotlight too!)  We were thrilled we had completed the whole thing, and all the girls loved being in the wedding dresses.  Now they can see why I never want to take mine off!! Any opportunity!!

As we waited for a cab out on the curb, cars slowed down, tooted their horns….we LITERALLY stopped traffic!!! Naturally we got a good laugh out of all this, but the next car to stop was an Evening Echo van.  They hopped out and asked us would we mind, posing in front of the van…..Mind?!!  We couldn’t wait!!! We threw ourselves into our next photo op and worked the cameras (there were 2 on us at this stage, Peter AND the Echo photographer!).  The girl who was driving the van had the window down and couldn’t stop laughing at the hilarity of it all!  We got some great shots with plenty of Evening Echo logos, so if we don’t make the paper, I’ll eat my hat!!

Brides read the Evening Echo

Because Brides read the Evening Echo too!

All in all, a great experience.  We will DEFINITELY be doing it again next year…maybe with a few more participants even!  I couldn’t have done it without my girls and of course a very special mention goes out to Peter who did a superb job on the photos and processed them and uploaded them so quickly for me.

All 5 girls

All 5 girls

As a PR exercise, it was my first attempt at anything like this, so it was a good learning experience for me aswell from a point of view of publicising my business and not just dressing up and doing silly things for the craic.

Lessons learned for next year:

  • Be properly branded.  We had homemade signs with the company logo on them.  They not only looked unprofessional, they were too small.
  • Be linked to a charity.  The race was for charity and though we had entered to support the Irish Cancer Society, we didn’t have that on the signs.  We should have had running for the Irish Cancer Society, with both logos nice and big.
  • Be registered.  As I couldn’t confirm numbers who were doing the race with me for definite in advance I only registered myself and Kate.  And then Kate lost her number.  So I was the only one with an official race number.
  • Be pushy.  While we managed to spot official photographers and get our faces in their lenses, I didn’t give them my business cards.  I had them with me (stuffed down the front of the dress!) but in the excitement/hustle I forgot to give them to them.  I kicked myself afterwards when I realised.

The runners (and dresses!) are hung up for another year….

Bad Blogger…the long awaited Picnic Roundup

September 25, 2008

Okay.  So I have been a bad blogger.  A VERY bad blogger.  And so much has happened since my last post to try and catch up on everything will be impossible, but suffice to say that I will do better in the future.  I promise!

Electric Picnic was P.R.I.C.E.L.E.S.S!!!  The whole gang camped together, there was about 40 of us in all (including 3 Crossans – much to my dismay my 16 year old brother was allowed to go, but ended up having great fun with him in the end)  The girls and I went ahead with our ‘burlesque’ theme on Saturday and played up to the crowd in the Pussy Parlour in a big way!!!

Washed-up Burlesque Whores

Washed-up Burlesque Whores

The whole gang got into the fancy dress spirit!

The whole gang got into the fancy dress spirit!

Music-wise, highlights for me were KILA on the Main stage on Friday evening, New Young Pony Club enjoyed while eating one of the many steak sandwiches lovingly-made by a Kennedy, which I consumed over the weekend.  Sigur Ros were incredible, really spectacular to see them at the Picnic and rounded off Friday night superbly.  Rounded off may not be entirely truthful, as I did spent the following few hours wandering aimlessly through the campsites with my friend Sarah, casually dropping in on random campers (gangs of boys mostly!) posing as our alter East-End egos, Mee-shell and Kimber-lay.  “Awrite dah-lin?!” 😉

The 12noon TweetUp at the Pink Boat was a struggle to make on Saturday morning (after 2 hours sleep) but it was great to hang out with FrankieP PeterD, DebbieMet, MaryRose and DavidMaybury.  I was decked out in full burlesque clobber and armed with my good hubby fully suited and booted we created a fine stir around the Pink Boat early in the morning!

Pink Boat was the location for the tweetup

Pink Boat was the location for the tweetup

Carpet Salesman and Burlesque Whore

Carpet Salesman and Burlesque Whore

Post Pussy Parlour on Saturday afternoon, most of our gang under the guidance of the Kareoke King Robert, we made our way to the Playstation Dome to get heavily involved with some Singstar Superstar.  We took over the dome (and the stage) and had to be asked to leave after one too many dodgy singalongs with half of us on-stage and half of us off-stage laughing like mad!

Saturday evening was spent hanging out in the WONDERFUL Body and Soul area where a delightful young lady stumbled upon our little gang armed with a basket, a lot of coloured balloons and a tanks of laughing gas.  Ciara on laughing gas, I hear you ask?!! …..You can only imagine the results!!! 😀

Vaguely remember catching some of George Clinton the godfather of funk at the main stage and not sure if I was still feeling the effects of the laughing gas, but wasn’t one of his band wearing an adult nappy???!!


Sunday started in much the same vein, with our campsite a-flurry with fancy mess antics.  As 1 year had passed since my inflatable wedding to my 2 deliciously hunky (and drunky!) husbands; I decided to mark the anniversary by wearing the wedding dress again.  (any excuse, eh?!)  This year the black leather boots and whip really set the ensemble off!

Checked out Maeve Higgins at the International Comedy Tent on Sunday afternoon and was a bit morto when she annouced me in my bridal outfit to the whole crowd, while proclaiming…”Is that a man or a woman?!” THE SHAME!!! 🙂 Fair play to Maeve though, she apologised profusely and even Des Bishop gave me a wave from side of stage. 🙂

We were asked to perform at Asylum for band Sub Rosa as they were SO IMPRESSED with our burlesque attire and unnatural man-oevers (!) but most of the girls bloused out on the idea of corset and suspenders for the second day, Una and myself gladly obliged the band (not so ably assisted by James who took to the Asylum stage in a wheelchair)

He really belonged in an Asylum that day!

He really belonged in an Asylum that day!

Sunday evening, we caught some Michael Franti’s second set of the weekend in Body and Soul and after a quick trip back to base for re-fueling of alcohol supplies hit up the Bodytonic tent for the first time this year.  Modeselector was amazing, and we were right in front of the stage, crowd going mental!! I have to say I found the dance tents (there were 3 in total this year, including Bodytonic) being outside of the main arena very disjointing and I think they should bring them back into the arena next year.  We spent so much time in Bodytonic last year, and because it was so far away, only got to it the once this year.  The Bernard Shaw tent really should have been equipt with pooltables and buckfast to be true to the pub roots too!!

Due to the rain, we missed the burning of the Temple of Truth at 2am on the Sunday night.  There was the most torrential downpour and everyone was forced to flee.  The Temple itself though was a new entry to EP and harks to the “Burning Man” concept.  Some of the things people had written on the Temple were truly moving and met some really nice people there when I hung out a bit on the Saturday night after Sigur Ros.

All in all, the Ecclectic Trip-nic was the highlight of the summer for me and although COMPLETELY different experience from last year, it definitly lived up to the premier festival in Ireland title which we have bestowed on it!!  But for how long…?  In only 1 year, the festival has grown so much and it really was a feast for the senses.  It was too difficult to get around and see everything in only 2 and a half days and I definitly could have gone for another day!  Is it getting too big??  Is there an opening for another ’boutique’ festival?  I have heard reports from the Life festival which got rave reviews this year.  I would just *hate* EP to turn into another Oxegen with teenagers trashing the place and ruining the lovely feel of the place.  I hope it won’t and I am already looking forward to next year and what it will bring.  Ooodles more fancy mess I imagine! 😀

She's Electric

She's Electric!

Girl Geek Dinner comes to the Rebel County!

September 8, 2008

Last night I attended Cork’s First Girl Geek Dinner in Probys Bistro.  I had no idea what to expect, and only knew 1 other person going there before hand .  The Irish were in the minority with only myself and Katherine Nolan from the Emerald Isle, America was well represented with Sabrina, Alana James and of course the wonderful event organiser Martha Rotter in attendance.  Gabriela Avram travelled down from Limerick for the night.

It was quite informal with the conversation flowing fluidly, but we did all get around to telling the table what we did and passed around the business cards too (!).  We chatted about everything from Twitter to Paint Colours and had some giggles too!  The food was delicious and the plates were licked clean; despite the waitress forgetting to bring me my dessert (was it a hint I wonder?!) Probys was a great venue for the event.

I highly enjoyed the evening and it was great to meet influential women like that who are successful in their own businesses, but also can be such a positive force for me.  I will most certainly be attending the next one!  Thanks so much to Martha for organising it, great night enjoyed by all!

Last minute change of plan left me feeling Rosey!

August 27, 2008

Okay. So I know I blogged yesterday about the Rose of Tralee and how I wasn’t going, but would be watching from the comfort of my couch. Thing about dull and boring plans like that is (luckily) they change!! So there I was on the electric picnic website working away on Tuesday and I got a phone call at 20 to 6 from my friend William.

Ciara, get your ass down to Tralee. There are 15 of us sitting in a room making Rubix Cubes and we need you…this was your brainchild, you ‘ve GOT TO be here! Come on, we’ll make you a cube, sort out a ticket – just get in the car now and come. You’ll make it Ciara! Give it the Big One!!

Not short of persuasive skills is our Will, it took him all of 3 minutes to twist my rubber arm and like a flash I was throwing a toothbrush in a bag and slipping into the first dress I lay my hands on in my wardrobe. Left the house at 10 past 6 for Tralee, thinking “How on EARTH am I going to make this?! Am I MAD?!?” Literally FLEW to Tralee, (attempting to put my make up on while in the car!) and arrived at 20 to 8 – just before the Rose was due to start.

Will and James met me in the car park and proudly handed over RTE CREW PASSES which they managed to wangle somehow or other and I had just enough time to finish off the botched make up job, have a quick drink and get over to the Dome before it all kicked off!

The Dome is actually a long rectangular Marquee, but when you get inside you are enveloped by the dark ceiling complete with fairy lights which gives the whole place an rather special quality! We met up with the gang of other Roscommon supporters and true to their word, the lads had made me my very own Rubix Cube to wear and wave for the cameras!

Wave we did! When Triona came on, we all went mental, jumping around waving the Rubix cubes in the air. She did us proud, chatting to Ray like they were old friends and when crunch time came – to do the talent…she pulled it off without a hitch despite the manic cheering from us, the background music, the lights and Ray talking to her throughout!!

Aoife Kelly, Tipperary Rose

Aoife Kelly, Tipperary Rose

The whole show was amazing, the girls would put you to shame, they were all so articulate, well educated, well travelled and genuinely NICE! The Tipperary Rose ended up being crowned the Rose of Tralee for 2008 and it was well deserved, she is a stunning girl and was so great on the night.

Using the RTE Passes, we managed to blag our way into the Private RTE Room back in Fels Point, the hotel next to the Dome… Free wine, free food and the edible Daithi O’Se to boot!! 😉 Had a lovely chat with Mary Kennedy who was one of the judges and also met Jenny Kelly who I only recognised when she opened her mouth and started talking! I cornered Ray D’Arcy too, who remembered me from the Regional Finals of the Rose when myself and James were the only 2 ‘human Rubix Cubes’ and the Spencer Tunick photo shoot in Cork where I ended up sitting next to him in the field offering him some of my Buckfast for dutch courage! As ever, Ray was so lovely, totally relaxed and chatted away to us for ages. We reminiced on the experience of being naked together (!) and I found out that the Roses are genuinely all that nice in person too!

Danced away till the wee hours back in the Dome after our brush with celebrity and the New Zealand Rose put on a fantastic Riverdance display for the crowd. William walked me back to my car at about half 2 and I threw the sleeping bag over me and managed to get some sleep in the car park of the Dome till I was woken at 6:30am by the lads for the trip back to Cork. We made it back in one piece and I made it to my Media Training Course with Damien Mulley on time at 10am despite not having much of a voice left and requiring copious amounts of coffee!

All in all, a fantastic night and a great experience to be part of such a wonderful festival such as the Rose of Tralee. I am more convinced than ever that I should enter next year now, the buzz about the whole thing is infectious!

Triona being crowned Rose of Roscommon

Triona being crowned Rose of Roscommon

Rubix Rose

August 26, 2008

It’s that time of year again and the annual Rose of Tralee festival is upon us. Now for those of you out there rolling your eyes to heaven right now, stop and open up to the concept that this is NOT just another beauty pagent and it is a very unique and special festival where extremely intelligent, competent and articulate young women get the opportunity to represent their county or city and be involved in something that is truely part of our heritage.

Like pretty much every girl in Ireland I have watched the Rose of Tralee religiously every year since I was a tiny tot (even if I didn’t always admit to it!) and have dreamt of being up there on stage some day with a beautiful gown on and with all my friends and family down in the audience proud as punch waving flags and banners in the air.

I never had the guts to enter myself, and never had any connection with the festival before till this year when I went to the Rose of Tralee Regional Finals in Portaloise back in June. I think Cork, Dublin and Karry Roses automatically get through and then the other irish counties (and a handful of international centers) battle it out at the Regional Final to whittle down the numbers before the main event in August.

Triona O’Connor is in college with my friend James, and when she got crowned as the Rose of Roscommon back in April, James insisted we go along to support her. So, off we hit for Portlaoise and met up with the other UCD Architecture Students in preparation for the big event. Triona has a pretty unique talent, so to show our support we ditched the traditional banner-making and opted for the ‘human-rubix-cube look’ instead!

Human Rubix Cubes

"Come on ROSCOMMON!!"

Naturally enough, we got more than a few weird looks walking through Portlaoise town that evening, and the old grannys sitting behind us at the event were none too pleased either. But Triona was glad of the support and even Ray D’arcy mentioned us from the stage! Triona did us all proud and solved the Rubix cube right there on stage next to D’arcy and with the music blasting and the spotlight on her, it was no easy task!

In the mass of poem recitals and singers, having a quirky talent payed off – and the Rose of Roscommon got through the Regionals and made it through to the Final of the Rose of Tralee!

The Beautiful Rose of Roscommon

The Beautiful Rose of Roscommon

She is taking to the stage of the Dome tonight and unfortunatly due to work commitments, I can’t don the box again and cheer for the most unusual Rose the festival is likely to see this year.

So tune in, take a gander and realise that the Rose of Tralee is not all about girly girls with buckets of fake tan, fake nails and hair pieces. Who knows, this might even spur me on to enter next year for the 50th anniversary. Now, what could my ‘talent’ be……….?!?!

Hitchhikers Guide to Ireland

August 20, 2008

A couple of weeks ago I was driving back from meetings in Killarney and spotted a couple of guys on the side of the road with big backpacks and a sign saying “Cork”. They looked friendly and harmless, so I pulled over and made space for them and their rucksacks and guitar in the back of my car and off we headed to Cork. Over the course of the journey I learned loads about the lads….they were in Ireland for 6 weeks with little more than a tent, a few euros in their pockets and a jar of peanut butter in their rucksacks. And not forgetting smiles on their faces 🙂 They told me their travel tales….of the generaosity and warmth of the Irish, sleeping in peoples fields, being woken up with Rasher Sandwiches, of being mugged in an alley in Limerick and of sleeping under a boat in the Lee fields in Cork. These guys were hardcore! I was really impressed with their fearless approach to travel and got a great buzz from their energy and enthusiasm.

I was able to regail them with anecdotes from my own adventures….living in Ghana with no electricity and being proposed to by 25 men in a month (!), living in a van for 5 months in Australia and fending off attacks by various insects and hopping marsupials, and recognising the huge difference in American culture when living on either side of the coast, Conservative Boston Vs. Liberal San Francisco!

I took a shine to my loveable hitchhiking buddies and invitied them home for some dinner and a hot cup of tea. Poor fellas hadn’t eaten anything not bought in Aldi or Tesco since they got to Ireland! I quizzed them on their tour of Ireland and where they had been/where they were planning on going. I told them about Derrynane and persuaded them they HAD to come back to Kerry. They’d LOVE it I insisted!!

I wasn’t wrong!! Through the magic of facebook friends, we stayed in touch for the intervening few weeks and the lads emailed when they had hitchhiked all the way to Scotland! I wrote to let them know the date of the infamous Beach Bar Fancy Dress party which is held every August in O’Carrolls Cove Pub in Caherdaniel and suggested they timed their visit to Kerry to coincide with it. The lads booked the flights there and then!!

So, when I got a call from them last week, saying that they were back in Ireland, Tralee to be specific – I was delighted! They were really going to experience Irish hospitality and no small dose of madness into the bargain! We arranged to meet in Killarney on Friday evening after my meetings and they were instructed to go and source some costumes for the fancy dress party!

Friday afternoon, our paths crossed again when I picked the lads up from Killarney and we hit off for Caherdaniel over the beautiful Molls Gap Drive. I stopped at Ladies View and the boys were astounded by the views and the Lakes even through the misty fog. They confessed that they hadn’t done many touristy things while in Ireland….they were basically on a giant pub crawl!

We arrived at the Cove in horrible misty rain and went straight to my mobile home. The lads couldn’t get over how cosy it was and with my Mum serving us all up a huge buffet-style dinner of cold meats and salads, I’d say they thought they had died and gone to heaven. My Dad kept them laughing all the way through the meal and they fit right in with my whole family. Suddenly the tent wasn’t looking all that appealing…..could they sleep in my car they asked. I wasn’t too keen of the smell of their feet permeating my car, but how could I say no to their puppy-dog faces?!

The weekend started great with a table quiz in the pub, our team nearly got disqualified for having 13 members (!) but we threw an extra 20 yoyos in the pot and they turned a blind eye to our hugely expanded team. Most of the team were only mascots we explained! More of a hindrance than a help! My hitchhikers enjoyed themselves immensly (Guy in particular had a great night….he didn’t make it home!) and lets just say there were more than a few sore heads the next morning.

Saturday was lovely and sunny despite being a bit windy and I brought them to Derrynane beach for a long walk across the beach and back over the dunes. They were speechless. Best beach in Ireland they declared! Hey, who am I to argue?! IT IS!!!

Had a really chilled out day and went home for a slap up dinner again before getting ready for the fancy dress. I had my boot packed with all our costumes (the Crossans are renowned for their fancy dress antics) and 12 peoples costumes were put togther from the stash of stuff belonging to us! Half the campsite was up, asking for my help!!! My eyeliner and trampy red lipstick stash has been depleted rapidly! Everyone looked great and put in a brilliant effort into the night.

Fancy Mess!!

Fancy Mess!!


Me and Mick do Tarzan and Jane

All in all, another great weekend for us all down in Kerry. For my hitchhiking buddies; Charlie and Guy, they said it was the best part of their tour of Ireland. I like to think that they were made to feel very welcome and were embraced into the group by my family and friends instantly. That’s why I love bringing people down there, it’s impossible not to have a good time!

It got me to thinking about travel and the joys of hitchhiking especially!! Anyone who has travelled at all will know that it is the people you meet, not the things you see or the places you stay that make your trip. I am not a 5 * bunny and I don’t know if I ever will be. Roughing it can be tough at times but at least you are open to all experiences and opportunities and are flexible enough to take things as they come. If the lads had a structured itinerary and booked tours and accomodation, they never would have come to Caherdaniel, met all of us and gotten involved in what was a superb fancy mess!

Mum, Dad, Uncle & Aunt, Rob the Ban Garda and ME!

They wanted to tour around Ireland, go where the road took them and experience Irish culture first hand. You have to admire them, they certainly did that! 🙂

Wife Carrying Antics in Kerry!

July 29, 2008

What a weekend!! Participated in Ireland’s FIRST Wife Carrying Competition in Sneem, Co. Kerry as part of the Annual Sneem Summer Festival. When my friend Paul and I drove through Sneem last weekend on our way down to Caherdaniel, we saw the poster in the town and burst out laughing! Reading the details, we knew that we HAD to get involved for the sheer fun factor!

The wife to be carried may be your own, the neighbour’s or she may have been found farther afield; she must, however be over 18 years of age and be a minimum weight of 49 kilos. If she weighs less, she will be handicapped with a loaded rucksack to reach the minimum weight. The winner is the couple who completes the course in the shortest time. If a contestant drops the wife, the couple will be given a 15 seconds time penalty per drop.

Priceless!!! So we spread the words to our friends and this weekend we were all set to go!! We discussed the different holding techniques and even had a trial run on the beach in Carroll’s Cove after the pub on Friday night!

Practicing the holding positions on Carrolls Cove beach, Caherdaniel, Co. Kerry

Practicing the holding positions on Carrolls Cove beach, Caherdaniel, Co. Kerry

And what could possibly make this event funnier?! Well, to dress up of course!!! I always have my Mum’s old wedding dress to hand for such occasions and Paul my partner in crime randomly had his tux down in Kerry too!! So, we were going to be the wedding couple, for the wife carrying!

Saturday morning came much too quickly after a very late one on Friday and Mick suggested I “freshen myself up abit” before the big event!! Not to be outdone in the costumes, Mick wanted to get togged out too. But what will you wear, I exclaimed?! “Easy!” says Mick, “get me a dress…I’LL be the Wife!” Somehow Mick managed to wrestle his way into a size 10 slip dress and finished off the ensemble with a bow in his hair! Kate duly had to be the man, so we found her a collared top and a white tie (borrowed from the lovely John from the band Ian I. Brow who were the weekends entertainment!)

We arrived in Sneem just after 4pm when the event was due to kick off and certainly got some funny looks from passersby as we walked proudly through the town decked out in our fabulous wedding outfits! (espcially with Mick in full women’s make up!)

Decked out for the Wife Carrying Competition in Sneem

Decked out for the Wife Carrying Competition in Sneem. Photo Credit: Peter Sweeney

We arrived down to the event to the shock and surprise of the organisers, everyone there was looking at us and couldn’t help laughing! Cameras were brought out and it really was like a real wedding day, the amount of shots we had to pose for!! One of the press photographers wanted us to do a staged shot so the boys duly hoisted us on their backs as the photographer led us to the water obstacle! “Plenty of movement!” he says…..well he had no bother with that – the man-made pool was lined with blue plastic and was unbelieveably slippy! Poor Paul in his bare feet slit into the pool and nearly drowned me in the first go! We were saturated even before the event started, but we were having a ball and were really getting into it.

Splash down for the Water Obstacle

Splash down for the Water Obstacle

We went to the caravan to register and enter, and the organisers asked us if we would race each other for the first race to kick off the whole thing. So, we strapped on the helmets and the lads threw us over their shoulders at the start line. …….And, they’re OFF!!! We were neck in neck for – lets face it, about 2 seconds, Mick and Kate barrelled past Paul and I heading towards the first obstacle. Poor Paul was being crushed under the weight of me and screamed at me to hold on! ( I kept looking up, wanting to know what was going on and trying to pose for photos with my arms in the air!) Michael took a wrong turn at the water obstacle and went into it the wrong way and practically walked the end of the course when he realised that Paul and I were so far behind them. Delighted and exhasted we finished the course and flopped down on the matress at the finish line. An RTE radio reporter pressed a mic into our faces and we breathlessly told them how we came about doing the race and why we dressed up. “Why not?!” says Mick, “sher this is my usual Saturday outfit!”

Being interviewed for RTE Radio

Being interviewed for RTE Radio

We waited for our times. 2:05 and 2:08 respectively. HOWEVER, because Michael went around the water obstacle the wrong way, they tacked on a 15 second penalty so me and Paul actually beat them!! Happy days!! Poor Paul could barely talk after lugging me around the 253.5 meter long course, but we were all smiles, happy that we had completed it and had a roaring good time too!!

We soaked the rest of what the festival had to offer then, watching the crate building competition and browsing around the stalls, eating homemade ice cream and giant choc chip cookies. Decided that a go on the GIANT inflatable slide (erected by Munster Fun) would really complete the day.

The wedding couples take a slide
We all fall DOWN!!

We all fall DOWN!!

The wedding couples take a slide
The organisers offered us to have another go at the course as we were really used as the ‘dummy’ couples at the start and Mick and Kate took them up on their offer, so back to the course to compete again. They had a time of 1:28 to beat. Mick did an incredible job of running the course with little Kate over his shoulder and the determination on his face was incredible! They tore around the course, the timekeepers barely able to keep up with them, but alas stumbled on the homeward hurdle and dropped Kate. She hopped back up and they finished the course in an incredible 1:19 seconds! Alas, the 15 second penalty applied because he dropped her so they were back to 2nd place.
Mick, the Wife Carrying Hero!

Mick, the Wife Carrying Hero!

At this stage Mick was seriously imaginging himself representing his country in Finland and suggested going again. The guy was exhausted, but pushed himself to the limit! The organisers wanted as many people as possible to do the course and allowed everyone do it as many times as they were physically able!! Michael and Kate were the only ones to do it more than one…and ended up running it 3 times!!
For the last race of the day, it was set to be Mick and Kate alone just against the clock. It was tense and we were all spurring Michael on with images of Finland and the whole gang of us going to support them. He was determined to do it. Kate admitted she was nervous though all she had to do was hold on!!! As they got their helmets on and readied themselves for the final push, who arrived but John Lar. John is known to us all as a tank of a man, big into the rowing and does boat trips to the Skelligs. His ‘wife’ was Aoife Desmond, a local girl to Caherdaniel and as light as a feather. The rules were explained to them and helmets were strapped on. Mick and Kate now had competition. And stiff competition at that!!
They ran the race practically neck and neck and the excitement was palpable – down the first stretch, John having won the coin toss was on the inside and rounded the corner tightly. Over the first obstacle, Johns long legs easily propelling him over it and slightly ahead of Mick and Kate. But Mick didn’t give up. He tore on towards the water obstacle and once again they were next to each other in the water. Mick’s face was set in steely determination but there was no letting up for John. He practically flew over the last obstacle and was ahead for the home stretch. We knew it was over but couldn’t believe it! Mick had run the course 3 times and made and incredible effort. The final times were 1:12 for John and Aoife and 1:14 for Mick and Kate. Unbelieveable!
Clambering over the Dry Obstacle

Clambering over the Dry Obstacle

It was a brilliant race, very tightly fought and while we were disappointed for Mick, it was good to see it going to someone that we know. Up to the podium for the prize-giving and the poor MC didn’t know who to give the bouquet of flowers to – Mick or Kate! 😉
Top 3 contestants on the Podium

Top 3 contestants on the Podium

And – to top it all off……….we made the paper! News of the World on Sunday, The Sun, The Star AND The Examiner on Monday and even were featured in the METRO in Dublin! Also heard the soundbite from our interview on Morning Ireland and Will Leahy’s show on 2fm!
Congratulations to John and Aoife – go Ireland!! Finland won’t know what hit it, with an influx of Kerry people next year at the World Championships!!

CGI Genius!

July 21, 2008

Had heard nothing about the new Pixar movie when my Dad mentioned that he’d like to go see it today, and had no idea when to expect when we sat in the darkness of the cinema and waited for WALL.E to start this evening.

The film is centered around a Robot character, named WALL.E (pronounced Wally) who is the only surviving robot left on earth after the humans have evacuated to a space cruise ship when the earth became covered in waste. WALL.E’s directive is to clean up the rubbish by compacting it to small cubes and stacking them on top of one another. 700 years later, a second robot named EVE comes down from space on a reconnaissance mission to evaluate whether or not earth can sustain life. Her directive is to scan the land to find any living plants. The plot unfolds as the 2 meet and WALL.E falls in love with EVE. As a cold, clinical robot EVE is preoccupied with getting the plant organism that WALL.E has found, back to the cruise ship but gradually, she breaks free from her “directive” and begins to fall for WALL.E too.

The incredible thing about this movie is Pixars ability to personify inanimate objects, such as robots and machines. There is very little dialogue and the robots really are only able to communicate through their eyes and gestures….but nevertheless, you still really FEEL for them. Human emotions of love, fear, humour and loneliness are all depicted in this movie through mechanical robots and it is incredible to watch on screen and really believe in them.

It is a visually stunning movie and Pixar have done for Robots in space what they did for Nemo underwater. Go see it and see for yourself. I challenge you not to fall for these little robots! 🙂


July 17, 2008

The greatest weekend of music that Ireland will see this year is all over and done with and kicked off my festival summer to perfection!!

My personal mantra being “full price is for fools”, we decided to head up to Punchestown on the Friday armed with coloured TYVEK wristbands ordered from eBay and cheeky grins! Despite last years ingenious creation of a blue armband from a pair of random boys boxer-short-elastic, our home made bands didn’t cut the mustard this year and although I got through the first 3 layers of security, got booted out on the 4th layer and we were back to sqaure one.  Sarah attempted to haggle with the official ticketmaster booth while I went scouting for touts. You can pick them out as when all the other festival-goers were marching straight up hill to get into the venue, the touts are the ones ambling lengthways across the field looking dodgily from side-to-side to offload tickets. Through a stroke of luck or genius, I managed to get talking to a random dude from New York who was working at the festival but was ‘on his break’ and happened to have a few genuine festival wristbands in his pocket! I sweet talked him out of 2, and we were fully branded/banded for the entire weekend! Full camping bands! Nice!! 🙂 Gave the guy 50 squids and praised him for his entrepreneurial spirit and off we jaunted into the main arena!

We were ecstatic to be in and had a quick drink before dashing to the Pet Sounds tent to get out of the shower that came out of nowhere. Were front of stage for Aphex Twin, raving with a load of drugged up teens but throughly enjoyed it all the same. Disappointed that he didn’t play Fingerbib, my all time favourite Aphex Twin choon, but Sarah was anxious to get out and see more acts, so we bounced out of there and toddled off to the Main Stage to hear Interpol. Panned out at the back on the grass and met some random dudes who shared their beer with us and danced to “Evil”. When the Interpol set ended we got in position for the highlight of Night 1, which was the KINGS OF LEON!!! As always, they put in a stellar performance but while we rocked out to the Kings, some of the “fans” around us didn’t appreciate our jumping up and down and one eejit of a girl muttered under her breath cursed loudly that we were too rowdy! HELLO?!?! You’re at a CONCERT you fool!!! We literally got pushed by her boyfriend forward into another group of people who weren’t too happy with being crushed, so THEY pushed us even more!! It was a bit chaotic, (what I think pissed them off the most, is that Sarah and I were laughing loudly and paying no heed to them….we were having a ball, was like being in a mosh pit!) We moved slightly to the side so we could actually dance and SEE the stage instead of being battered around the place and hung with a couple of sound guys from northern Ireland, who had plastic milk containers full of white wine! Not exactly Connoisseurs our lads from the north, but then again neither are we…so we promptly had a few swigs and got back into the swing of things for “Fans”. It was my second time seeing The Kings play live and they are INCREDIBLE!!

Day 2 started with us getting fancy-dressed up for the occassion, with scouser/afro wigs and neon pink and blue outfits. I had a Ra-Ra/Tutu skirt and Saz was in a velour short jumpsuit (!!) and we looked ridiculous but fabulous at the same time!!! We certainly put a few smiles on peoples faces throughout the day and got asked to pose for numerous photos, including one for HOT PRESS Magazine! We looked like something out of a throw back from a cheap 80’s workout video (and had the dance moves to prove it!)

Surprise music hightlight was the Ting Tings! They sound so poppy on the radio, but are much harder live, much rockier. We went mental for “Shut Up and Let Me Go” and “That’s not my NAME!” The tent was absolutely PACKED coz just before they came on the heavens opened but the atmosphere in there was electric and they blew us all away!

After all that dancing, we required refreshment and managed to put in a few solid hours in the infamous Bacardi Bar and downed plenty of mojitos for the exorbitant price of €8.00 for a small glass! ……..Oh, but they were so worth it! 😉

The Counting Crows put in a forgetable performance at the Main Stage but we made lots of new friends as we passed around mini crunchies to our fellow festivalers! Through the ingenious wranglings of my lil bro, we managed to get into the pit before Amy Winehouse came on stage, not knowing what to expect. After all the hype and seeing the “bad kareoke” that she called the Glastonbury performace, I was going more for the spectacle of seeing her than anything else. But boy, did she surprise!! Amy tottered out on stage in un-believably high heels and sipped on what looked like vodka and coke for the set, but was pitch-perfect and really entertained the entire crowd. Being in the pit ment shoulder-climbing was nigh-on impossible, as the security were crawling the place, pulling people down instantly. I tapped one of them on the shoulder when they were near us and asked them for a lift up, but to no avail!! I did get them dancing with us and jived around the pit with one old security dude! The 2 black guys she has doing backing vocals are amazing too and really added to the atmosphere of the show, getting the crowd involved. We had a great time, and was brilliant to see Amy in such close quarters (and not have her throw a punch at us!)

HOT CHIP were one of the highlights for me at Electric Picnic last year and I was really looking forward to seeing them live again at Oxegen. They stole the show for me on Saturday night and there was a big gang of us in the usual spot (front stage left!) so we went wild!!!……”OVER AND OVER, LIKE A MONKEY WITH A MINATURE CYMBAL!” Caught some Justice in the Dance Arena, before The Prodigy finished the night off with a bang, its been 12 years since I saw them last when they supported Oasis is Pairc Ui Caoimh in Cork and gotta say….they still have the energy to headline a major music festival!

Sunday was spectacularly sunny and the old jeans that I bought up to wear, got chopped into shorts for the occassion. With my pink neon leg warmers tucked into my flowery wellies, Sarah said I looked like a German hiker on acid! 🙂 Caught the Blizzards on the Main Stage and they were superb.  They were much further down the bill last year, and I’m looking forward to seeing them headlining one of the tents next year hopefully. lead singer = YUM! It was so sunny, we were just willing him to take his top off!

Was VERY excited about seeing MGMT and they started the set off brill, but had to stop proceedings as people started climbing up onto the tent scaffolding. One lunatic girl climbed up, to much applause and jeering from the crowd, but when she kept going higher and higher I was terrified that she was going to fall to her death. I have no idea how high up she was but it must have been 4 or 5 stories high. She climbed the full way up and managed to TOUCH the canvas of the marquee at the very top!!!!! At this stage, MGMT were off the stage and promoters were imploring people to get down or the band couldn’t come back on stage. Once the brave/foolhardy climber got to the top, she realised she had nowhere else to go…no dramatic ending, she had to simply climb back DOWN! By now, the crowd of MGMT fans had turned on her, realising that they were wasting precious concert-time while she was showing off and they started booing her and throwing plastic bottles and debris up towards her. It was all very dramatic and we were glued to her till she came back down and MGMT were able to come back on stage.

I love the Republic of Loose but had never had the chance to see them live yet, so was determined to get to them on the Sunday, but while they performed well, Mike Pyro the lead singer was pretty obnoxious demanding “Is there anyone out there?!” and “Are ye with us?!” We were rocking our butts off but he seemed to think that all 80,000 people at Oxegen should have been there just to see him. Difference between playing your own gig and a festival Mike!  Met my friend Rob who owns an inflatable fat suit (i MUST get pics!) which I put on and Japanese Sumo wrestled a gang of lads in a mosh pit for the Kaiser Chiefs…very funny stuff! One guy put me up on his shoulders wearing the thing and the inflatable boobs came up under my chin!!

Nearly got crushed to death in the mass of men that was the Rage Against the Machine pit but the atmosphere was electric and the build up before Rage came on stage was palpable. After the “Rage” we skipped over to Pet Sounds to catch Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova and they performed beautifully and Glen was as gracious as ever, thanking us all for being there and admitting they were up against some big acts (Chemical Brothers on O2 Stage and RATM on Main Stage) ….he even said if they weren’t playing that they’d be reliving their youth in the pit for Rage! Consumate performers, ‘Falling Slowly’ brought a tear to my eye and Glen also managed a brilliant version of a Van Morrison song.

All in all, an INCREDIBLE weekend, came away exhausted, utterly hoarse and covered in strange bruises/UDI’s (Unidentified Drinking Injuries!). The lineup was too good to be true, and choosing between acts was SO HARD! After my first taste of the festival buzz this year, counting the days till The Picnic!