I put my own voice on my new GPS… which is a bit weird. Strange having myself tell myself where to get off.. as such.. And I didn’t even do any impersonation or grand dramatic expression or anything… just used my own normal voice. Yawntastic, in fairness…

The voice I REALLY want on it though is Peter Dickson – aka Voiceover Man (he of X Factor, Britain’s Got Talent, etc. etc. fame) – his particular dramatic “ooomph!” would certainly make car journeys that bit more exciting and appealing! Here he is… just generally being awesome…

Love this…

Found it via Breakfast with Bernard and Keith’s Facebook page. For more from these blokes, check out www.thebeards.com.au

“D’ya think that was faked by RTÉ to make their ‘Big Freeze’ report more entertaining?” asked a friend and co-worker of mine, after a Dublin pedestrian was shown on the national broadcaster’s Six-One news programme falling on his arse on an icy footpath, walloping his head in the process.

“No, no I don’t,” I said… And I didn’t. (…primarily because he’d walloped his head in the process…) Still though… eh?

Play him off, Keyboard Cat!

Ah Sunday. Bloody Sunday. The Sabbath, if you will.

I was wondering actually… there were places at Electric Picnic to bounce about like a mad yoke, to rock your socks off, laugh your ass off, chill the heck out, eat, drink, and indeed be merry – places to indulge your inner child and places to sooth your soul… but I was wondering, was there any place for the religious among us (not that I was one) to indulge their need for a weekly service?

I know there was the inflatable church (on the way in from Hendrix, past the cinema) but all they were doing there, as far as I know, was mock wedding ceremonies (and the reception discos that followed) – and not the normal Sunday service. In fact, I think the closest you could get to a proper religious service (although I could be wrong!) was heading up to the main stage (met my friend Arun from my class in college on the way there, he was working in the bar – and my other college classmate Adam at the main stage itself – he was doing security) to praise the lorrrrrd (halle-bleedin’-lujah!) along with the Dublin Gospel Choir… which was fine by me.

On the only day of the weekend when the heavens decided to open and the rain came down, these guys and girls (including a friend of mine, Meabh) really lifted the damp spirits of the small crowd that showed up and got them moving to the beat. It was a great way to kick off the day.

*stretch* … out of “bed” (for which, read “ex German army sleeping bag with arms on top of bivvy bag on a bloody hard ground”) after about 3-4 hours sleep. It’s Saturday in Stradbally and I’ve a long enough day ahead, including meeting a bunch of twitter folk and, of course, attending a pile of gigs. Good times.

My first stop (after ‘breakfast’ – which consisted of a ham and cheese crêpe and a pretty decent coffee) was the pink boat near the Nokia dome for the tweet-up, where I met Amy (@amylong), Ben (@dinglesurf), Blaithín (@bngr), Anthony (@anthonymcg) and we all wandered down to the garden of peace and harmony (a.k.a. The Body + Soul Arena) and checked out the mind expanding and artistically inspiring stuff there…

Here we are:

L->R: bngr, anthonymcg, amylong, me. Photo taken by dinglesurf (not in the picture, obviously)