Swisssh, whirrrr, swisssh, whirrrr, swisssh, whirrrr, …
There was I, newly enslaved to the relentless motion of the exercise machine, with its glowing display of strides per minute and calories per hour. After what was my first visit to a gym in quite some time, I was, frankly, rather aglow myself. No prizes for guessing that, with the onset of a brand new year, I had made a resolution of the get-fit-and-healthy variety.
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There I was, fully prepared to launch into a little rant about cooking-vs-entertainment when, as irony would have it, I heard that I was nominated for one of this year’s Entertainment.ie awards.
Well now, that’ll teach me!
The awards are open to public voting so, if you should feel so inclined, please do pop over here, look for the best blogger section and do the needful for the Spud. They’ll even let you vote once per day until the 7th of January – I might make a specially extended advent calendar just for the occasion.
It goes without saying that I am more than honoured to have been nominated along with several luminaries of the Irish bloggerati and, while I’ve never thought of myself as an entertainer per se, I guess that at least some of what I do can be classed as entertainment (which is fine, as long as you don’t expect me to do any tap-dancing).
Chefs, at least those of the celebrity variety, might also be called entertainers. You need look no further than your favourite television cookery shows to see that. They don’t always stick exclusively to cooking, though usually I like ’em best when they do.
Which brings me to the “fantastic live theatre show” (sic) which ran during last weekend’s Taste of Christmas event in Dublin. The problem wasn’t so much with the entertainment value – which was, at times, questionable – but that I think the audience were shortchanged.
The ladies of Laois are up in arms. Well, one lady at any rate.
My brother (and Laois resident), Tom, is responsible. Him and his scones, that is.