Ireland has gone crazy,
With the visit of the Obama’s.
With little interest in any policies,
The talk’s about Michelle Obama’s pyjamas.
Author Archives: danno375
Irish Blogging Awards.
I know this might seem a little cheeky, but I really would appreciate your help.
The 2013 Irish Blog Awards are taking nominations. I would love it if you would like to throw me into the mix!
There a loads of categories to choose from, so if you fancy chucking a vote my way, thanks!
There is a podcast section too where you COULD vote for Dan Life Coach. You could. If you wanted. http://dansiron.co.uk/dan-life-coach/
The nomination forms ask for Email addresses of the blogs Here are the ones for mine.
Dan Siron: The World Through The Eyes Of An Idiot.
Blog: dansiron@gmail.com
Podcast: danlifecoach@gmail.com
http://www.blogawardsireland.com/nominations-open/
Even if you don’t for me, then why not vote for your real favourite Irish blog. Which, of course SHOULD be mine anyway!
Dan.
Landlord Laundry Languidness.
Landlord Laundry Languidness.
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I’d love to run a B&B.
Welcoming people, such as Theo Paphitis.
But I am a nightmare with the laundry.
I’d never know where his sheet is.
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Wrinkly Lines
The very talented @sillineysarah (Sarah Carroll) somehow managed to convince me to sing and dance for her.
I never claimed to be a singer or a dancer. If fact, anyone who has seen me attempt either will testify that this not as bad as usual.
It is a parody of the Robin Thicke explicit video for “Blurred Lines” which can be found on Vimeo and is basically the same but with naked models roaming around.
Please watch our version and like/share/tweet etc on Twitter/FaceBook/Down At The Library. If not to make me feel a little less humiliated, then for Sarah as she deserves a lot of credit for the things that she does.
Thank you.
The Perils Of Alcohol.
The Perils Of Alcohol
I didn’t want to hurt you.
I gave you plenty of warnings, didn’t you hear?
I wept a little, as looked down at the corpses.
Of the slugs, in my trap, made from beer.
Winners Take A Fall.
Winners Take A Fall.
Jimmy Tarbuck, Rolf Harris and Stuart Hall.
We’ve rightly, had enough of them all.
We feel bile in our oesophagus,
We don’t want them on top of us.
If Jim didn’t fix it for you, close call.
Gastropub?
Gastropub?
Nearly deaf Dave, accepted my invitation.
To dine, cordon bleu, like a god.
“You promised a posh pub meal!” he argued, to prostration,
As he tucked into another gastropod.
Lies, Lies, Beautiful Lies.
Lies, Lies, Beautiful Lies.
Today it is Honesty Day,
Or so I have been told.
It started in America,
And it’s leaving me cold.
Consider The Consequences.
Consider The Consequences
If the milkshake that Kelis has, does bring all of the boys to her yard
As she indicates by her inference.
To cover all of the lactose intolerance ones,
I want to be sure, that she has adequate insurance .
Who Grows Who?
Who Grows Who?
Listen to me, Usain Bolt, listen closely.
I admire your speed, you are quick as a flash.
But even with jet powered rollerskates,
You will never beat Tom Selleck’s Moustache.
