waider

In his own words:

#87. 03-28-06 Dublin Ireland: A little past midnight. I am so tired I am cross eyed. That might have been the best Dublin audience I've ever had. They were so well behaved! No drunks talking all night. People are usually really great but sometimes you get the Guinness enthusiast and it all goes south as they feel the need to talk to you all night from their seat. So now I have a few hours to sleep and then stagger onto another airplane to NYC for press and other stuff. It was a good tour and I am looking forward to getting onto other stuff. It went by fast and the audiences were great. I think I did good shows and I hope everyone is happy with the way it all went.

To which I'll add: the show was brilliant. Henry did two hours straight, and I didn't dare go to the bar for fear of missing something (sorry, Pat, I'll buy you a beer or 27 this weekend). For the political stuff, he's essentially preaching to the choir, of course; even the one guy I drink with who thought "Bush was right" is now looking back and saying that he (the guy, not Bush) was mistaken, so it's not a hard sell to tell an Irish crowd that the current representatives are teh sux0r. The stuff about doing a USO gig for disabled Iraq II veterans was, well, touching. If he hadn't been lightening it with gallows humour, I'd probably have been in tears, because even with the humour it was hard to listen to. You could've heard a pin drop while he told it, too. Huge respect from the crowd. Most of the show was a laugh riot, though, and pretty much everything I expected from the man. Go see!

There's a programme on right now covering two ex-inmates of mountjoy prison six months and onwards after their release. Raymond, unemployed, imprisoned for breaking and entering, and Jeremy, consultant gynaecologist, imprisoned for "dangerous driving causing grievious bodily harm", i.e. hit someone with his car while driving under the influence. The behaviour of the latter is so crass as to look staged - for example, giving grief to the camera crew on account of the fact that two of them are women and one isn't even Irish. His wife isn't much better, saying that he was "only just over the limit" when he had his accident. Poor Jeremykins would no doubt feel that the victim hit his car, not the other way around, and the loss of his no-claims bonus is the real crime.

What, frankly, a tosser.

update: HAHAHA, the joke's on me. It's a spoof. The fact that I didn't even suspect this until a good fifteen minutes in (with Gerry Ryan attempting to scam backstage passes to a U2 gig) gives testament to the fact that people like Jeremykins and his oh-so-precious lifestyle do in fact exist.

Karl Spain: oh dear god I think I ruptured something.
Dylan Moran: well, I was laughing more-or-less constantly for an hour, but can I see some more of that Karl Spain guy?