I LOVE BALLS!

NOT the salty ones that Chef crooned about on South Park, but only the ones that come with an invitation, free booze and a goodie-bag. Last Thursday myself and Sheena popped along to the Cinema Ball at the Four Seasons Hotel in Ballsbridge Dublin. As you can imagine the place is a total shit-hole, my God we were so embarrassed when we crawled up to the door in our Bentley Convertible and realised the state of the joint. Luckily, Sheena actually got some invites because I was intending on disguising myself as an ice sculpture and then sliding into the crowd unnoticed when I melted. Not a great plamn though if I have to spend the rest of the night explaining my wet patch. Anywho, it was an annual event that celebrates all the craic with cinema in this country. Most of the major distributors were there from Paramount to Fox, Producers, and Movie luvvies and then me. "Oh hi, my name's Mark from Bigscreen." Blank reply. "Ooh okay, that's great I'm just going to stand over here now with someone important." Well, it wasn't quite that bad but still intimidating. I have social tourettes in those kind of situations and just wanna dance on the table or do slide air guitar across the dancefloor taking out as many unfortunates as possible. Speaking of the music. This fantastic 80s band played in the after show. I think they're called 'Spring Break' but they were excellent, and shock, horror, they're led by DAVE MAC. If you don't believe me check out the pics:


Don't Give up the Dave Job. Go on the Mac.


Purple Haze. Meself and Sheena bathed in a purple glow. It was a tuxedo for the men. And, a button decided to fly off mine before the night even got started. Check your stitching the next time you go to Black Tie, it could be your pants! :-S


I Bet that you look good on the dancefloor. It was a 1920s theme so all the ladies had feathers in the hair, flowy dresses and pearl necklaces....ooh er.


My first ever Goodie-bag. Well, apart from the one I got at Tommy Sullivan's eight birthday, which included a sponge cake forced in by his Mother that covered and nearly ruined the Sherbet Dib-Dab. Crazy woman.


Wind-Power! This dude had his own wind machine on stage. F*cking legend!

And the song that I was singing the next THREE FECKING DAYS:



In Other News:

Let me welcome you to the inaugural, 'Aranman's Pointless Nearly End of Season Premiership Players Awards type thingy'

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And go to see the new Chris Morris movie Four Lions. It is excellent and a brilliant achievement for such a difficult subject matter to mine for comedy. Wrote a bit on Bigscreen.

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