Twitterings

So I'm a pretty heavy-duty Twitter user, and in the past two weeks it's really started paying off for me. Not only have I really begun to interact with some amazing 20-something bloggers, but I follow some really cool celebs and, best of all, some cool comedians. Twitter is a great way to vent, to try and make your friends laugh, or two circulate rumours that beloved celebrities are dead ("What? Eminem and Johnny Depp? ...Oh wait, they're fine.")

In the last 10 days, I've had two amazing Twitter experiences.


First of all, when Esquire Magazine (UK) whom I follow @esquireuk were looking for suggestions from readers for home-remedies to combat the cold. I tweeted back with my suggestion (gargle salt water for the throat, take a shot of tabasco for the sinuses, then mix warm water w/ honey, lemon and ginger) and forgot about it.

Days later, when they published the results on their webpage, guess who came in at number 1!

I mean, yeah, it's only a little retweet, and it's not even attributed to me, but fuck it, it was so cool!

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Then, today, I was looking through my Tweet-feed when British funny-lady Sarah Millican (@SarahMillican75) tweeted her followers to offer them free tickets for her last ever radio show on Wednesday night. I replied back and within minutes she told me my name was on the guest list.


So yeah, it gets derided all the time, I sometimes drunk tweet celebs and it's probably endemic of some massive shift towards a society of antisocial weirdos who publish every minute thought, but fuck me, it can be fun!

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Positivity!!

Okay, so I've made a few wee resolutions about this week

Basically, I've been looking over my posts from the past while and they've all been a bit...well, whiney. Whingeing and moaning is fun, but I've been rather self-indulgent with it, and should maybe man up a little and repress those little (and large) negative feelings down, only allowing them to re-emerge in later life as a massive stroke or a shooting spree with an automatic weapon.

So from now on, well, for this week anyway, I'm going to be known as Happy-go-fucking-lucky McPositive, my new name for the week starting Monday 9th of November. I'm going to make a physical effort to smile, to be happy and to make light of stressful situations.When something bad happens (like falling down an escalator and losing my wallet, or being mugged by a flock of pigeons or something) I'll laugh it off, it's all going to be a massively hilarious joke.


I'm also going to see if I can refrain from drinking and smoking for the week. I probably have had more than enough chemicals in my body for the last couple of months for my liver to have earned a week's respite. If I manage to get a job and actually seem to have kept it by Friday, then I'll reward myself with a pint, but not before that.

I've been watching The Thick of It quite a lot recently, and have to admit that I massively admire Malcolm Tucker; the absolutely apoplectic Scottish 'Enforcer to the PM' who goes around telling the entire political world what a cunt they are. Other than being a huge fan of Peter Capaldi thanks to the amazing 'Local Hero', I think that he's one of the greatest comic creations in the last decade, and defintely Armando Iannucci's greatest since Alan Partridge. I'm going to be like him for the week; infallible, but slightly less crazy-angry.


So, to begin the week, I've got a really random quote from a conversation I had earlier today. I was chatting to a friend (with whom I had gotten apocalyptically drunk with on Hallowe'en) who had laughed at my 'Waterloo Fail' story and invited me to a party. She had mentions it before and this was my response:

"What, the farmyard theatre with the he-she stripper and the dwarf pole dancer who spits piss at people?"

So yeah, I didn't go, but that sentence reminds me that life is bizarre and potentially amazing, even if it's just to sit back and wonder who wants to have dwarf-piss spat at them.

Maybe the week will answer the question...who knows?

Have a good 'un :)

ps - Actually I do know, at no point this week will I have any interaction with dwarf piss. If my internet arrives, as it should do on the 12th, I will celebrate by watching a dwarf-piss porn vid, or maybe by just pretending to watch it while closing my eyes tightly and trying to remember the contents of section 2 of the Irish Non-Fatal Offences Against the Person Act.

The Conor(s) Show

This is a recording of my old show, The Conor(s) Show.

Initially, it started out as The Conor Show, on WLUR 91.5FM in Lexington, VA. Then, when I returned to Ireland, Conor McQuillan joined and we became The Conor(s) Show, broadcasting on Trinity FM 93.7.

A cross between a music show and a comedy news show, it ran for five months from October to March this year. This recording was our entry for the 2009 Smedia Awards, where we were runners-up in the News and Current Affairs Category.

Download it here.

Written and presented by Conor Darrall and Conor McQuillan, I am the one who speaks the most, and Conor McQ is the funny one. ENJOY!