Talk about deja-vu (no, not the Beyonce song) but the Fire Alarm. This time it wasn't our fault, we reckon it was one of the bankers. Yes, at 9am this morning the alarms went off in the radio station and we all had to evacuate the building. Poor Sandra was doing her traffic when she was ushered from her seat mid report... We had the band Royseven in the green room, so they were brought from the building clutching their guitars in their hands... we were on the street for 25 freezing minutes before being allowed back...
This clip is Jim & Niamh just back in the door of the studio. Myself, Dangerous Deano and Aine were outside trying to get a drum kit into studio 1...
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Roses really smell like poo...ooo..ooohhhh
My favourite comedy was on telly this week, The Rose of Tralee. It has to be the funniest thing ever. A gang girls plastered with makeup and hooked up with some bogger escort for the weekend, sent off to Kerry where they're shoved on stage to talk about saving the world and how great they are at their secretarial jobs, then after a few embarrassing questions by Ray Darcy, they're forced to perform. This is the best bit, it's where they get to showcase their talent, like playing the flute, dancing at high speed or perhaps just reading a poem. It's comedy gold.
On Wednesday, we wondered what it would be like if I was to enter the competition...
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