Warning: This post will probably kill you if you look at it.

I’d say it’ll be about fifteen - twenty minutes before Pat has this downloaded and installed in every digital photo frame in his house.

• Captain Mulley (in between waging a war on the issue of decent broadband in Ireland) informs the populous that Pat Kenny is now blagging.
• Is this man the embodiment of why we, the Irish, are fucking legends? On a whim, he moves between hilarity, flattery and thoughtful commentary on the global proliferation of arseholes, all within 1 minute 30 seconds or so.
• None other than JK herself was in town to pick-up a James Joyce award from those crazy kids in UCD.
• O’Bama O’Eight T-Shirt (pictured above) is just diddly fucking sweet in a tiddly-diddly-dee kind of way.

And finally: The Chancer posted a too-obvious-not-to-do-this photo of Willie O’Dea, which jazz biscuit photoshopped: