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Sometimes I’ve heard other parents say things like “We spent all this money on this present they begged us for and then all they want to do is play with the box.” I don’t have those kinds of children. Mine yearn for large, expensive heaps of plastic that emit as much sound and light as possible. My daughter tore through the wrapping on the largest present first – a Paw Patrol boat she had mentioned to us, oh, seven thousand times – and shrieked with capitalistic delight. Then came some books, a stamp-making kit and some cards, all discarded quickly so she could lift the two biggest items and bring them into the sittingroom to play with by herself. These were the aforementioned boat, and a karaoke microphone gifted by her aunt. (This features a light-up base designed to engender epilepsy in human beings, and transmits a child’s voice at ear-splitting volume, making it the sort of present you’d be forgiven for presuming you would only give a child if their parents had recently maimed your dog.)

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Séamas O’Reilly: When I turned 40 my daughter’s eyes went wide as saucers. She has been known to cook the numbers Her passion to be bigger and older stops just short of wanting to be an adult. Any suggestion that she is as old as, say, her parents, evokes disgust

My daughter turns four, so she can finally stop cooking the numbers.

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This is simply not true. Labour didn’t have to go right. They *chose* to go right. The big majority was a chance to reset everything back to sanity. Starmer chose the mad, bigoted, ignorant and dishonest route instead.

Very funny that Mr Beast's name is Jimmy Donaldson. The biggest Gen Z star on the planet, the most successful YouTuber of all time, and he has the name of a 55yo loyalist councillor who's made the news for trying to ban yoga in Lurgan and calling left handed children satanic.

I'd say watching it on a 2006 era iRiver with Chris Nolan bitching in the corner would still slap

We all have that one friend who'll interrupt the pharmaceuticals presentation you're giving to accuse you of switching the samples so Devlin MacGregor can bring us Provasic

At long last, the cover launch of my debut novel PRESTIGE DRAMA is here!

It's a funny, angry book about Derry, history, memory and Troubles-scented television. I think it's quite good, however I can *confirm* that it's quite short.

And you can pre-order it everywhere NOW: geni.us/Prestige_Drama

And your memories live on

FORTY SIX YEARS

Sometimes I’ve heard other parents say things like “We spent all this money on this present they begged us for and then all they want to do is play with the box.” I don’t have those kinds of children. Mine yearn for large, expensive heaps of plastic that emit as much sound and light as possible. My daughter tore through the wrapping on the largest present first – a Paw Patrol boat she had mentioned to us, oh, seven thousand times – and shrieked with capitalistic delight. Then came some books, a stamp-making kit and some cards, all discarded quickly so she could lift the two biggest items and bring them into the sittingroom to play with by herself. These were the aforementioned boat, and a karaoke microphone gifted by her aunt. (This features a light-up base designed to engender epilepsy in human beings, and transmits a child’s voice at ear-splitting volume, making it the sort of present you’d be forgiven for presuming you would only give a child if their parents had recently maimed your dog.)

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Séamas O’Reilly: When I turned 40 my daughter’s eyes went wide as saucers. She has been known to cook the numbers Her passion to be bigger and older stops just short of wanting to be an adult. Any suggestion that she is as old as, say, her parents, evokes disgust

My daughter turns four, so she can finally stop cooking the numbers.

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The poster for Me, Myself And Mary, which shows awhole host of kaleidoscopic imagery that's very hard to describe but here's a fist. In foreground, we have my big worried head, festooned with the shoulder length red hair I had as a younger man. Around me are the 8th president of Ireland, Mary McAleese, dancing cola bottles, an anthropomorphic vial of ketamine, the tayto man, a leprechaun, some melting clocks, a Twitter symbol, some mushrooms, a St Bridget's cross, an absynthe fairy, some planets, a starfield, some pints, and a giant cosmic rainbow.

I'm in awe of all the hard work John and his team did to make this film exist, and to make it so incredible. I'd also like to extend a massive thanks to Tribeca - and Whoopi Goldberg, specifically(!) - for supporting it so emphatically.

I am extraordinarily excited for people to see it!

A still from Me, Myself & Mary, showing a kaleidoscopic vision of ketamine-induced mania, i which I - Séamas - am holding a tray of drinks surrounded by cosmic ephemora, planets, rainbows, mushrooms etc, standing on a rainbow, flanked by Mary McAleese and my boss's boss's boss's boss. There is a giant me - Séamas - standing behind me, with three eyes, backed by a rainbow, with his hands outstretched in puppeteer stance.

The film stars Chris O'Dowd as me, and Aisling Bea as my boss. It's a work of insane genius by John Michell and Antagonist films.

And, now, because of their fine work, this diorama of me on ketamine serving drinks to Mary McAleese is the banner image for Tribeca's entire animation shorts program.

8 years ago, I told a story which changed my life forever. Shortly after, an old pal from college asked if he could turn it into a film.

So I am DELIGHTED TO ANNOUNCE that 'Me, Myself & Mary' is not only finished, but has been chosen to lead the Tribeca Festival's animated shorts roster this year.

oh! they got this all screwed up!

Tonight, I’m going to see Akira the way the filmmakers intended it to be seen: in Blanchardstown

The poster for Me, Myself And Mary, which shows awhole host of kaleidoscopic imagery that's very hard to describe but here's a fist. In foreground, we have my big worried head, festooned with the shoulder length red hair I had as a younger man. Around me are the 8th president of Ireland, Mary McAleese, dancing cola bottles, an anthropomorphic vial of ketamine, the tayto man, a leprechaun, some melting clocks, a Twitter symbol, some mushrooms, a St Bridget's cross, an absynthe fairy, some planets, a starfield, some pints, and a giant cosmic rainbow.

I'm in awe of all the hard work John and his team did to make this film exist, and to make it so incredible. I'd also like to extend a massive thanks to Tribeca - and Whoopi Goldberg, specifically(!) - for supporting it so emphatically.

I am extraordinarily excited for people to see it!

A still from Me, Myself & Mary, showing a kaleidoscopic vision of ketamine-induced mania, i which I - Séamas - am holding a tray of drinks surrounded by cosmic ephemora, planets, rainbows, mushrooms etc, standing on a rainbow, flanked by Mary McAleese and my boss's boss's boss's boss. There is a giant me - Séamas - standing behind me, with three eyes, backed by a rainbow, with his hands outstretched in puppeteer stance.

The film stars Chris O'Dowd as me, and Aisling Bea as my boss. It's a work of insane genius by John Michell and Antagonist films.

And, now, because of their fine work, this diorama of me on ketamine serving drinks to Mary McAleese is the banner image for Tribeca's entire animation shorts program.

8 years ago, I told a story which changed my life forever. Shortly after, an old pal from college asked if he could turn it into a film.

So I am DELIGHTED TO ANNOUNCE that 'Me, Myself & Mary' is not only finished, but has been chosen to lead the Tribeca Festival's animated shorts roster this year.

an ancient meme, but with edited text: web advert image with a photo of a Black woman looking quizzical, and the headline "Centipedes? In MY regino?" and under that the text "It's more likely thank you think." and a fake button that says "FREE PC CHECK!"

"I called my parents and said this has been the craziest pizza delivery ever. I left a pizza boy and came back a pizza man," Lemmer said.

Was going through old chats and found this incredible quote from a pizza guy who saved someone's life with CPR

The phrase “cottage industry” is sometimes deployed for the type of TV show that clusters within a larger oeuvre. One might, for example, cite the current surge of travel shows about celebs going to Italy, which has so far seen Stanley Tucci, Gino D’Acampo, Francesco da Mosto, Clive Myrie, Giovanna Fletcher, Alex Polizzi – I’m not finished yet – Alan Carr and Amanda Holden, Andrew Graham-Dixon and James May all front programmes about Italy this decade alone. And then there are those individuals who have become not just a cottage industry but a genre unto themselves. In this bracket we would be forced to place Gordon Ramsay, whose new show, Gordon Ramsay’s Secret Service (Channel 4, Monday), may seem strikingly familiar to fans of everything else he has ever done (one exception being the slightly more sedate travelogue he did with D’Acampo and Fred Sirieix, in which they travelled around, er, Italy).

I also attempted an authoritative list of British TV shows from the last decade, in which celebs travel around Italy. I got to 12 names, but feel like I must have missed some others? I was absolutely sure Gok Wan did one - it seems mathematically improbable that he hasn't - but can find no trace.

He illuminates queasy splatters of food waste on every surface, plate and utensil, steps in horrid pools of stagnant, clumpy water and discovers an oven that has been left on overnight. This all serves as little more than a queasy starter, however, as we then follow Ramsay to the basement, where he swabs surfaces and machinery for bacteria. Firing up his electronic germ-counter while the music from Tom Clancy’s Splinter Cell on the PlayStation 2 saws away in the background, he tells us that an unflushed toilet will register at 1,400 on its bacteria scale. When the screen bleeps back with 5,550, we delight at the knowledge that his shouting muscles are no doubt flexing as we speak.

Even as night turns to day, our thirst for a good ol’-timey Ramsay bollocking is not sated, for a further twist is revealed. The staff of Parthenon believe they are the subject of a documentary called Restaurant Refresh, and they have therefore allowed cameras everywhere in their premises. These Gordon will now watch, all day, from an FBI-style surveillance van that bears more than a passing resemblance to the Tactics Truck, Andy Townsend’s short-lived but much-missed statistical-analysis vehicle. What follows is precisely what you’d expect. Staff are useless and Ramsay swears a lot – it’s just that he mostly does so on his own in the dark or inside a truck. Just before the halfway point, after hosting a microbiologist in his van and deploying a duo of top chefs as secret diners, Ramsay can resist no longer. “I’ve seen enough – I’m on my way,” he says, like a special-ops sniper moving in on a hostage-taker.

From there the show mutates into the standard Kitchen Nightmares format – part confrontation, part cookery course, part renovation, part tearful group-therapy session – leaving us to wonder why any of this subterfuge was necessary. The notion that the sight of Ramsay puts restaurant staff on their best behaviour would make a kind of intuitive sense were it not for the fact that his decades-long career in American television consists almost exclusively of him proving that the opposite is the case. One might also quibble with the premise that the best way to get these restaurants to drop their guard is to simply pretend they’re filming a different restaurant-makeover show, which nevertheless requires constant surveillance from dozens of cameras that record their every move.

On Gordon Ramsay: Special Ops.

Séamas O'Reilly: Secret Service is supremely stupid. But as a Gordon Ramsay show it’s truly excellent Firing up his electronic germ-counter, the sweary chef goes under cover of darkness to make some queasy discoveries

I'm standing in for feckless layabout Patrick Freyne this week, so I found myself watching Gordon Ramsay's Secret Service, a show whose glorious stupidity is truly something to savour.

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It was a truly magical evening, I would - and do - recommend it to anyone! I still find myself dreaming of the mamas kotletai.

Berneliu Uzeiga, London: ‘A Lithuanian experience I’d rec... This friendly, noisy place offers a lively jaunt through the spirit(s) of eastern Europe

Fun review by @seamas.bsky.social of Bernelių Užeiga. I went to their Kaunas restaurant, where we were bluntly told that we'd ordered too much. The waiter was correct! Šaltibarščiai as "eggy Gaviscon" is genius but I think my ancestors would be offended! observer.co.uk/style/restau...