Who only has blue smarties in the dressing room? Who’ll only travel by helicopter? Who wears the same pair of Bob The Builder underpants for every show? Find out in the tour blog
Nod For DOD.
David O’Doherty to the surprise of absolutely nobody has been nominated for the if.comedy award at the Edinburgh fringe. The other nominees include Rhod Gilbert and some people called Kristen and Kurt, oh and one of the funny Russells.
Ratoath, 17th of Jan.
Well now I’ve been spoiled I’m never going back. I’ve spent a lot of time in the past bemoaning the amount of travelling we have to do on this circuit. Then a couple of months back I was extolling the virtues of a new gig in Drogheda because it was a mere 25 minute drive from my house.
Vicar St, Fri 4th of Jan
Vicar St days are always special memorable days. This day was even more memorable because we had five inches of snow outside my house and the surrounding environs of Ratoath. This was all the more amazing because when I spoke to people a couple of miles away about it. They said ‘What snow?’.
Message from an 'I Dare Ya'
This is a pre-tour blog from Andrew Stanley. The ‘I Dare Ya’ show hits the road this month and we hope to be hearing from the boys over the course of the next couple of months
Clonmelopalooza Rocks.
Another lesson in how to do things right from O’Keeffes in Clonmel as the inaugral Clonmel Comedy Festival proved to be a huge success. At this stage however I think they’re just showing off.
Drogheda, Thurs 11th Oct by Eric Lalor
Our Blog from Drogheda comes courtesy of our man on the scene, Eric Lalor
Vicar St, Fri 5th of Oct.
After flying back from Cork this morning and vowing never to drive to gigs again I spent the day online looking for flights from Ratoath to Vicar St. So much for the World Wide Web, useless pile of shite.
Kinsale, Thurs 4th of Oct.
You see this is what it should be like. Regular readers will be aware of my aversion to long road trips so when a gig in Kinsale came up i wasn’t particularly enamoured. Until somebody mentioned Aer Arann that is.
Tullamore, Wed 3rd Of Oct.
A harsh wasteland practically bereft of life. What life remains is bleary eyed and exhausted. An uncharacteristic stillness hangs in the air. This is Tullamore the week after the National Ploughing Championships.
Ballybofey, Mon 10th Sept.
Sometimes the geography involved in gigging around the country can come down to sheer good luck or indeed bad luck but sending us to Donegal the night after Wexford stinks of premeditated cruelty to me.
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