So, everybody is away to the Irish Blog Awards then eh. I have never felt more alone in all my life, sniff sniff. But never fear I'll man the internet and what have you whilst the rest of the world wide web's greatest heros stuff their little faces with cocktails sausages and free bubbly. Maybe I'll twit to myself for amusement or most likely I'll just cry into my pillow........again.
So for all those about to rock, in a twitterish/wordpressy/bloggery kind of way, I salute you! And remember it's got fuck all to do with taking part and making new friends and contacts, it's about winning. So with that in mind will somebody give Twenty Major a playful thump on the arm from me when he gets his award, for he still deserves it the most. It's like I told Robert Downey Jr the other day, "You cant beat a dead guy who wore lipstick and gurned like a mentalist for an hour or two and you cant beat The Major."
If you are going have a great time.
Best of luck to all my blog chums, you know who you are, and I hope you win. If anybody needs me I'll be cursing my luck and crying worse than an Oscar winner.....