Competition Closed: Unislim and The Apprentice

*** Competiton Closed *** *** Congratulations to Aideen O’Flaherty and Jenny O’Connor *** Week Two of this year’s Apprentice saw the departure of Elev8′s Project Manager David O’Byrne. Elev8 had so much wrong with their task this week and with no strong leadership, he was the obvious choice. In this week’s task Unislim and TodayFM set the teams the challenge of designing an original and exciting healthy eating menu. They then had to plan a media campaign worth €10,000 and write and record a radio advert. Elev8 started very strongly but dipped in many areas, while Fusion were up and down throughout, but the team, led by Nagaite, won out in the end. Your very own Irish slimming club, Unislim, are the first weight loss club ever to appear on The Apprentice. Unislim have just launched their new website, Unislim.ie, and starting tomorrow, they will have prizes and goodies … There’s more

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Surreptitiously collecting Megan Fox’s “Before” photos, so you don’t have to. First off, the news you’ve been waiting for and chewing your fingernails over all summer … Derek from Crystal Swing has received, and been made “happy” by, his Leaving Cert results! I know! I was totes fretting too, what with Derek’s busy gallivanting schedule; all that leppin’ about can’t be good for the noggin nor the joints. But all that is good and sensible has prevailed, just like in the end of that movie. Downfall, I think it was called. Fair play to Derek for sitting through what all the non-Swinging children had to sit through! Fair play to him for keeping his praying mantis feet firmly on the ground! If only all of the famous childers had the same work ethic and fetching geansaí as Derek, the world, and this here column, would be that bit sweeter. Instead … There’s more

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Surreptitiously petitioning for Lindsay Lohan’s release, so you don’t have to. There’s such a gender imbalance in celebrity gossip, don’t you think? Female celebrities are subject to much deeper scrutiny than their male counterparts - their weight, their hair, their clothes, their partying, all of which are much more readily criticised. The “standard” for female celebrities is a much narrower concept than that for men, with little room for quirks or nonconformity. So naturally, women are more likely to be featured in gossip columns and much more likely to be made the butt of the jokes of a sad skanger (that’d be me) … because there’s just that bit more interest, that bit more fodder, that bit more scope for natural deviance from the stiff, virtuous ideal they’re supposed to adhere to. Oh, hold on. The fellas are misbehaving this week! Caloo calay for equal rights! Caloo calay, too, for … There’s more

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Surreptitiously hacking into Kelsey Grammer’s Facebook account, so you don’t have to. Y’know when a girl says something bitchy about another girl and all the boys go, “Ah, them girls, they’re all so mightily jealous of one another. It is hate upon hate upon lipstick”? Well, generally, the boys are wrong. It’s not that girls are especially bitchy about other girls. It’s that girls are especially bitchy about everyone, but boys tend to be less deserving of that dark attention, because they haven’t been bitchy enough themselves to attract it. So please note that it is through No Fault Of My Own that this Jaw installment is so female-centric; I did not set out to usher in the return of the Jaw on a wave of hormonal hatred and boob envy. It just so happens that female celebrities have been making disproportionate nunkies out of themselves this week. In short, … There’s more

Competition Closed: Ross O’Carroll-Kelly, Midnight Poe and The Happy Prince at Dalkey Book Festival

**Competition Closed - Winners will be contacted** Summertime and the living is easy…local towns and villages are coming up trumps with the usual round of summer festivals and this year there’s a brand spanking new one to add to the calendar. Hold onto your hats, I’m about to sing the praises of one of them like the inky-fingered book geek that I am. The first Dalkey Book Festival kicks off on Friday June 18th and runs until Sunday 20th and their programme of events is worth getting excited about. If you’re the bookworm kind, it has all of the expected elements of a book fest with talks from Marita Conlon-McKenna (she of Under the Hawthorne Tree) on writing for children, John Connolly and Declan Hughes on 10 Crime Novels to Read Before You Die, Conor McPherson on Writing for the Stage and of course Dalkey’s most famous writer in residence … There’s more

Guest Post: 3 Irish Celebrites Who Impacted Global Popculture and Why

This is an interesting guest post from Rudolf giving his thoughts on pop culture and on the influence of three ‘celebs’ of Irish heritage on global pop culture. Let’s hear your thoughts. - Darren When you think of Popular Culture, chances are you think more of teen idols Miley Cyrus and Robert Pattinson than of more prominent figures, such as JFK or Paul McCartney. This, however, is a result of the “dumbing down” of a term that is anything but dumb to begin with. On the contrary, the term Popular Culture—or Pop Culture—refers to a totality of ideas, perspectives, images, and political and social attitudes of the 20th and 21st centuries, as derived from art, music, film, consumer media, politics and even religion. Popular Culture, therefore, encompasses much more than passing fads or elitist trends, having more to do with the people who set them than the actual trends themselves. … There’s more

Gerry Ryan, 1956-2010 RIP

Gerry Ryan, the eminent voice of morning Irish radio was found dead this morning in his apartment in Leeson Street, Dublin. Ryan leaves behind him a wife (although separated), five children and a nation in shock that one of the most distinctive voices in broadcasting will no longer be thumbing through the headlines, taking the calls of irate Dublin taxi drivers or discussing the issues of Ireland. Although a veteran of all forms of broadcasting, Ryan will mostly be remembered for his career in radio. Ryan started in the mid seventies on pirate radio before being drafted into 2FM at its conception. After moving around the schedules Ryan found his true home in 1988 when ‘The Gerry Ryan Show’ was born. Filling the morning slot between 9am and 12pm Ryan used his natural gift for talking with the general public to produce what is the longest running show on 2FM. … There’s more

Sweary’s Jaw

Surreptitiously bothered that N-Dubz’ Dappy managed to father one child, let alone two. It may surprise you to learn that I’m a bit of a patriot. It may surprise my brother even more, who had a drunken go at me last month when I forgot to stand for the national anthem (South Galway is retrotastic like that). The fact is, I like being Irish. We may not be the best looking, or the most intelligent, or the least likely to suffer fools, but … but … We have nice accents and … erm … Anyway, I just thought I should assure you, at this late stage in the Game Of Jaw, that I do try to find Irish celebrity nonsense for you parochial scandalhounds to slaver over. The problem is, of course, that Irish celebrities are very boring. Perhaps you could argue that they’re mannered and classy, but I’m calling … There’s more

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Surreptitiously wringing hands for Lenny and Dawn, so you don’t have to. We’ve got a lot to get through this week, so I’m going to get you lot settled with something cunningly brainless, to set the tone, to lighten the mood. You know, give you lot the bloggy equivalent of a sensual neckrub. Yeah? Coz if this doesn’t get you going, I don’t know what will. Now, what’s all that unidentified white powder coming out of Lindsay Lohan’s shoes? Is it (a) Dhrugs, dhrugs, terrible dhrugs? (b) The residue of her SOUL? (c) Probably talcum powder, but really, how is that an advisable clog insert when you’ve got a reputation for being the most fragile party casualty in town? Honestly, Lindsay! Wardrobe! Yes, prepare to overdose on stupidity, because Sweary’s Jaw is chock-to-da-block with it this week, and not just in my clunky prose.

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Surreptitiously fretting over which rock this Justin Bieber kiddie crawled out from under, so you don’t have to. There’s a good reason for my sleb-related silence of late, and it has nothing to do with my growing up a tad. I haven’t been poisoning you with snippets on celebrity slip-ups because, Lord help us, celebrities have been so bloody boring lately. It’s Awards Season (we all lookin’ forward to this one, yo) so all the kookiness has been reined back and straightjacketed into gowns galore - oh, the gowns! Oh, the lipstick! Oh, the drudgery of the red carpet! I’m so, so disillusioned with my celebrities these days. They’re acting with the grace and cop on of … well, real people, just with more photoshoppy goodness. Of course, I could start banging on (forgive the pun) about celebrity infidelities, but there’s something very off about airing the dirty linen of … There’s more

My First Time with Claire Tully

In 1998 the website, MyFirstTime.com, was created that allowed people to anonymously share their own true stories about their “First Times”. The website became an instant phenomenon and now over 70,000 stories have poured in from around the globe. Some were silly, some sweet, some absurd, some funny, some sexy and some downright illegal!. Now, when you have a bunch of sexy (and sex) stories, you just know they are going to be performed. So My First Time:The Play roared into life on the off Broadway stage. And now the play is on tour in Ireland. Adapted for Irish audiences, and with a few Irish stories used anonymously, for good reason, they tell of “typical” Irish situations such as a student a bedsit in Cork, or in a field with an audience of bleating sheep or on the way home from school or the back of the chipper. These true … There’s more

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Surreptitiously knowing who Tila Tequila is, so you don’t have to. There’s something about the middle of February that makes one think of lurve, is there not? Cupid’s arrows, gay Paris, two-person snuggies, last rolos, finding your tongue halfway down an Arts student’s throat in a traffic light disco… Valentine’s Day, you say? That would be it, alright. Well, you’re not alone. There is a yawning chasm between us Normals and our fame-swollen heroes at the best of times, but you can hardly call drunk-texting and crying in a karaoke booth to Mariah Carey’s “Without You” the best of times, now can you? You are never closer in your orbit of the stars than you are on Valentine’s Day, because, as I’m about to show you, even celebrities can’t resist making twats of themselves for l’amour. And if you define l’amour as “that funny feeling you get in yer kecks … There’s more

Our Music World - Tuesday 16th February 2010

Debt-ridden EMI owners are allegedly listing the legendary Abbey Road Studios for sale. The near 79-year-old iconic recording studios in London were home to illustrious bands The Beatles and Pink Floyd when they were recording their most esteemed work. TheMirror.co.uk have an interesting “10 Things” list about the studios. The Strokes are filming a series of behind-the-scenes look at recording their fourth LP. Part #1 is below. It’s pretty funny in parts. Definitely worth the 9 minutes if you’re a Strokes fan and you want to see what goes on when a band tries to record. Oh, and you will hear the start of a new song titled ‘Taken For A Fool’. Kinda cool. Video is below. Alternative/indie-rock band We Are Scientists are set to release album #3. To kick off, the duo have announced a special date at Hoxton Bar & Grill in London on February 23. Unfortunately for … There’s more

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If you weren’t already painfully aware that we’ve hit awards season, here’s a visual clue. I’m absolutely bored feckless by the whole shebang already (although I’m tickled to hear that Sandra “Everbeige” Bullock is in the running for an Oscar and a Razzie in the same weekend, though tragically not for the same movie.) So here’s some non-razzlydazzly news as an antidote to all the gushing and ego-nuzzling. Without further adon’t, then. One time, Mel Gibson was the kind of fella you’d find pawing at the Oscars lock-up, but that was before he was taken unawares by the worst case of foot-in-mouth syndrome this side of George Lee. Mr. Gibson, and his trusty sidekick, Mr. Ego, have been in the news recently for … well, calling a reporter a rude, rude word while being interviewed for … well, the news. When asked if he feared his famous anti-Semetic outburst would … There’s more

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Surreptitiously sending cakes with files in ‘em to Alex Reid, so you don’t have to. Right, let’s get all that’s obligatory out of the way. There’s these yokes called The Grammys, right? Basically, they’re awards given to musicians who already have lots of awards/reward, and they tend to be given in tandem. They were doled out over the weekend to those who’d made a big, safe splash in the world of music this year; Beyonce got ten, Taylor Swift got four, The Black Eyed Peas (who’d have a lot more than black eyes if I ever got as far as them) got three … you see how it goes. They’re awards awarded by, I imagine, elderly dears with very short attention spans. “Well, now, we can’t give that nice girl Beyonkers the Best Rap award, so let’s give it to her husband, sure aren’t they a lovely pair. And give … There’s more