Really Truthful Enterteinment

It appears David Coffey, creator of Irish satire (really?) "Dan and Becs," is lending his hand to a new RTE comedy "Sharon and Steve." It operates under the same principles as Dan and Becs, but this time instead of south Dublin yuppies, we're being treated to a fly on the wall mockumentary of two working class people from Tallaght. In an interview Coffey stated that he had more than a little in common with the annoyingly pretentious Dan, making him quite an easy character to play and write for. How then is he going to be able to pen a realistic script set in Tallaght?
Realising the potential issues that may arise from such a dilemma (i.e. having to write from a perspective thats not your own) he set about finding people who knew more about working class life than himself.

Coffee hopped on a 77 to round up two suitable knackers to help him with his script. Charlene Gleeson who plays Sharon points points out the complexities of the character of Sharon "she loves Tallaght, all her friends love Tallaght, she works in Tallaght, she goes out in Tallaght." I have to say I breathed a sigh of relief when I realised that Charlene and Emmet Kirwan (who plays Steve) are both actually originally from Tallaght. Theres no way you'd want someone from outside Dublin 24 trying to tackle roles like this.

This show promises more laughs than "Dan and Becs" although according to Coffee it wont be as satirical. I'm assuming this is because working class people are more fun to laugh at, and theres no way a towny would get satire.

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This lust for easy money has led me down many a stray street-the most tragic of which saw me selling scratchcards in the rain, a run-in with Kleeneze catalogue and being a mystery shopper. The most successful of all (although least financially rewarding) was my brief fling with hotelsbycity.net. The idea was simple. Pick a European City, write about it, get paid money. Well the first two happened. I was under the impression that I was hand selected to write these reviews. Plucked from obscurity, chosen to offer an insight into Dublin for tourists and natives alike. It was only when I received my user name "dublinblogger1" and then later when "dublinblogger2" came on the scene that I realised it was free game to anyone who saw the ad. He appears to be still going strong-the lucky bastard probably knows how adware works. But still, I tried. You can see my efforts here, here and here
I may not have made any money, but its comments like this that make it all worthwhile:


Barry Says: July 10th, 2008 at 9:02 am

I had one of thge worst experiences I ever had at Copperhead Jack.Myself and my partner weer resident at the Jackson Court Hotel,where free entrance to the night club was offered.We had been a a gig and on returning to hotel thought we'd pop into Copperhead Jack's for a night cap.
Over zealous bouncer told us we were too drunk and would allow us access,we did of course have a free drinks but we were neither rowdy or obviously drunk.We are respectable mid aged professionals and did'nt not fit into any profile which might raise concern.The more we pressed out case the more obstrictive and aggressive the bouncers became.We could not believe what was happening,we had never been refused entry to any club before.
Perhaps this was an ageist response or indeed because we both have northern accents.

How to Lose friends and Alienate people

Make them sit through an hour of this piece of shite.*

I’m definitely not an expert on book to film transitions, but I did think that it was common knowledge that some adaptations had to be made. If your story took place in a different decade, either set the film in that time period or update the fucking script. News flash: mobile phones are no longer a novelty. Extended scenes of people texting eachother and everyone producing a phone from their pocket at the same time hasn’t raised a laugh since 1995. Everyone has a phone now-we get it, you’re not making any ground breaking social commentary.
Theres a moment where the protaginist drives through the streets of New York- windows rolled down, wide eyed grin, exaggerated head turn for reaction (cue people ignoring him so they can send texts on their brand new ultra cool accessory-the phone) Its carried out with the eagerness and excitement of someone who’s just pulled into shore on a famine ship.

Ultimately-I just cannot get my head around the popularity of Simon Pegg. Like the legions of people who love Anchorman, I'm left cold. I cannot believe this came from the same womb as Curb your Enthusiasm.


* which subsequently is all I actually managed to sit through. (The last film I left before the credits rolled was "American Pie: The Wedding.")

Eamonn Dorans

I am by no means a fussy customer. I class the Czech Inn as a fancy palace. Downstairs in the International? Love it. The B.O. pit in Doyles? I'm there. Knacker drinking on the nalar? Bring it on. But where I do draw the line is mould...everywhere... as I sat on the (half) toilet seat in Eamonn Dorans I surveyed the wreckage. What once was grunge chic- mildew, day-glo pink chipped paint, dodgy locks and stale vomit-was now repulsing me.

I was offered my single shot of vodka with a pint glass and a wink. This felt strange. Then I felt strange that it felt strange.


I have outgrown a garden of my childhood.

Under lung swept

I switched on my computer tonight to a mass nervous breakdown.

He said it himself- he was one man with a blog. That is it.

I started blogging for the same reason everyone starts blogging-because I felt I had something to say. As the weeks go on and the posts come so slowly they risk self deletion I struggle to realise what exactly I do have to say, or offer, that hasn't been said before.

I'm still new to this and don't really know where its going. I know I never wanted it to be an intimate blog. The interesting stuff is only that way to me and the other shit is just dull*





*Save for that gripping tale of my trip to the dentist.