I fell in love on Saturday night at the Irish Blog Awards. When his big brown eyes locked gazes with mine… I almost dropped my cocktail. It would have been improper to approach him though, for he had important work to do but happily, later on in the night, he approached me! Or rather his owner did. Digital Darragh, you have the most beautiful Labrador in the world and it was wonderful meeting you both. I would’ve loved to speak to you and Emma a bit longer, but there’s always next year.
I got to play mindgames with Tinman18 at the start of the evening. How do you recognise somebody in person from their writing style? It’s not easy, unless you have their mobile number and you know you’re both in the same room. All you need to do is to some kinky texting, and watch out for the giggling bloke. Thumbs up. What a sound character! Thanks for the juice, dude.
I stuck by Robert Sweetnam for a good while, completely addicted to his Corkish accent, but I’m totally at a loss trying to remember what it was exactly that we spoke about. That’s a sign of a good night. I robbed this photo while he wasn’t looking:
Point of note… that’s the Accidental Terrorist second from the left. He is responsible for Rick O’Shea’s beard, though it’s a little known fact. There’s nothing like a bit of fuzz to boost a man’s sex appeal, I was beside myself from hugging them both on the night, I’ll never wash these cheeks again.
I also got to see a bride on a bouncy twister castle. I’ve scrapped the wedding plans and have re-arranged them from scratch. I am that inspired.
This bobbing bride is Ciara Crossan of Wedding Dates.ie, I got so much great advice from herself and Ellybabes, the support bowled me over. A definite highlight of the evening was Elly’s surprise gift… a handmade choker (something new!) to go with my wedding dress… it’s beautiful, I couldn’t believe she made it just for me. Thank you so much again, Ellybabes.
…and a photograph of some people blatantly ignoring the rules of bouncy twister:
And a shot of Grandad delivering the punchline to what was probably a filthy joke to Robert Sweetnam:
The rest of the photos are somewhat blurry as my demeanor got more and more hazy throughout the night, but I do remember swaying to Bock the Robber’s theories for a better world through a haze of Jack Daniels and laughy tears, and being poked fervently by Darragh Doyle, not for the first time either I might add. The following is his Wossy/Brand YouTube pisstake made with Maxi Cane… it was an honour to have my reputation so blatantly flaunted like that baby yeah!!!
The night was brilliant, thanks to Damien Mulley and his crew… I was bowled over with my award for best post (Thanks to KRO IT Solutions for sponsoring!), but even more so by the well wishings I got from people, it was an atmosphere dense with serial friendliness. Although I got to meet some of my favourite leg-ends… John Braine, Elfinamsterdam, Nick, Lottie, HairyBen (gorgeous he is) and Willknott (thanks for the badge, dude!) and Grannymar, I was gutted to have missed out on meeting some other fine heads I heard were there.
I honestly have to say I was equally gutted to find Xbox4NappyRash, the Sexy Pedestrian and Manuel so cruelly robbed of their trophies, for I was rooting for them something rotten, but blogging is a fickle thing and I know their time will undoubtedly come again.
Mostly I want to thank everyone for nominating The Secret Fire… the world seems dominated by paranoia and negativity, for they are the things that catch the headlines. To have so many people recognise the goodness in the little things, the fleeting beauty that can be found in the strangest of places… it’s wonderful to see. I hope, if anything, it gave people the ability to open their eyes and search for these tiny things, these small redeemers of humanity, for they are everywhere if you look hard enough. Blogging is a powerful tool… use it for the greater good. Follow in the good footsteps of Maman Poulet… we all have a voice.