Shag off Dr McRide and relegate the rabbit, there’s a new kid in town and his name is “Blankie‿ .
How I ended up getting “Blankie‿ is a bit complicated. Apparently I am a “Culture Catalyst‿. No idea what this means but it does sound rather cool. I may adopt it as my new moniker; ‘Flirty Something - Culture Catalyst’. (May be not). There is a random logic to this. Sometimes when out and about I will hear people talking about stuff on my blog, which always freaks me out as I become completely paranoid that they know who I am. Originally I did tell people it was me, but the bitter disappointment and disbelief on their faces made me stop. Whatever the explanation for my new name, I do from time to time get sent products and invites by various companies, under the guise of ‘viral marketing’.
Naturally the invites are a little tricky, what with me being anonymous and all, but the products are good fun. Sometimes if suitable impressed I might blog about them, generally over at beaut.ie otherwise I adopt my mother’s mantra of ‘if you haven’t got anything good to say….’
Last week out of the blue I got sent an item called a “Blankie‿. Essentially it is a half-size duck down duvet in a range of funky colours. I opted for brown to minimise the obvious tea stains that would ensue. Blankie is designed to keep you warm while watching TV and other such essential activities. Although ‘Blankie’ is not designed to be a boyfriend replacement it does a pretty impressive job; it keeps you snugly and with no danger of dead arm – result. Plus it will never bitch about watching random make-over reality shows – even better result.
Potentially I may never need to go out man hunting again and based on the last few escapades that is a very good thing.
Assuming you are very drunk, in a dark room and squinting - a lot. Email me on Irishflirtysomething at hotmail.com
August 19th, 2007 at 10:52 pm
Hmm, I’m on the sofa with my blankie right now, except it’s called my “duvet”. And my lap-top is my hot water bottle.
August 19th, 2007 at 11:12 pm
Didn’t they used to sell those in the back of the Daily Mirror in the 80’s? They were only available through mail order.
Good pressie for the gfriend all the same. That would leave me free to … actually I don’t have anything else to do….
August 19th, 2007 at 11:18 pm
Serious question, how much are they?
August 20th, 2007 at 7:54 am
Annie - who needs bjarni!
Man - could be didn’t seem them, can you risk loosing your gal like that, not sure re price.
August 20th, 2007 at 8:17 am
How do they send you stuff if you’re anonymous? Do you use a PO box number or something?
August 20th, 2007 at 8:34 am
Primal - drop at a hotel and get a friend to pick it up, genius!
August 20th, 2007 at 9:44 am
and it won’t come home roaring drunk at 5 in the morning, leave the fridge door open and feed the puppy cheese. yay, i want one.
August 20th, 2007 at 10:04 am
Towny - assume he is in dog house along with puppie?
August 20th, 2007 at 11:38 am
Where did you get it i want one?
August 20th, 2007 at 11:39 am
Hey what the hell is that flag about i is Irish
August 20th, 2007 at 11:45 am
Nonny - you can link to their site from my post, around €50 to buy I think. Today you are German - I think.
August 20th, 2007 at 1:11 pm
The radio woman was asking me about you before we went on air. I told her you were one of my favourites.
August 20th, 2007 at 2:08 pm
Fuck it, is everyone famous for blogging. Not even my parents read what I write.
August 20th, 2007 at 2:23 pm
he certainly was flirty, pup was waving out the window at him (pup inside, boyf out)!
i read your blog blarneyman . .
August 20th, 2007 at 4:08 pm
Annie - thanks for the blog solidarity and minor white lie
how did you get on.
Blarney - far from famous unlike you are a famous script / LA person, what more do you want.
Towny - guess there wasn’t room in dog house for both, you had to choose.
August 20th, 2007 at 4:30 pm
It was grand, quite short – I was quite nervous but didn’t say anything scandalous. The presenter is a big fan of IFS. It wasn’t Orla thingy though, she’s on holiday.
August 20th, 2007 at 5:09 pm
Eh after a very short conversation with Little Miss Manuel I will not be purchasing a Blankie after all. “You’re getting me a blanket? What bloody age do you think I am?” Told? I certainly was….
August 20th, 2007 at 5:38 pm
Annie - how cool is that, bet you were totally brilliant and hilarious as ever.
Man - ahhh, like a typical woman she doesn’t know what she wants and needs a man to show her *ducks to avoid impending bombs*