panti for president

Just looked at the following and to be honest it deserves its own post. Watch for yourself!



It's not just that it's funny that makes this thing special, it's the simple fact that I adore how much time Panti has put into to her pub. Unlike other pubs such as The George, The Dragon and the Front Lounge (yes they should be named and shamed), Pantibar has actually made an effort to understand her community and facilitate for all the gay breeds out there. She's made the website, blog, speaks to her customers on facebook, not forgetting providing hot Brazilian staff for us to gawk at (yes I have a dirty mind)- a bonus straight away!

I'm not blind to the fact that this is a business for herself and that she has looked at everything with the attention to gaining some profit at the end of the week. But it's been to long a time for me going into the likes of The George and feeling that I'm being totally ripped off. Finally someone is taking note that just because the Pink Pound is a massive money investment, that we're like no others when it comes to wanting drink promotions and saving money, especially in the times we're facing now. So a big clap on the back for Panti, for making me appreciate what's left of the gay scene in Dublin.

Congratulations Panti!

As one of my dear friends says, "Panti for president"!

will the real david cassidy please stand up?

So since everyone is doing this doppelgänger thing on facebook and seeing how kind some of these people were to themselves. I decided to take a realistic approach to the whole thing. I could of put up any old fool who wears clubmasters but after looking at a picture of me, taking two years ago, I decided the world should know the truth.

I looked the splitting image of the famous 70's pop icon David Cassidy. Me, being a David Cassidy, just makes the whole story that little bit more interesting.

The above is not a picture of myself me, it's actual another David Cassidy. It's a good thing I refer to myself as Davih. Can you imagine the confusion.

Just lets hope I end up being more like George Clooney than what David Cassidy looks like today. I'm so glad I can say I have a very different hairline than himself (the other, more famous David Cassidy).

dedicated to my dear friend lucy

As I have said in a previous post, I hate cats. Just can't stand them and below perfectly illustrates why.

I would never cause physical harm to them. However, mentally, thats a different story.

i can see the future me

It may be a bit late for 2010 predictions but here are some of mine. In a years time we'll see if I'm correct or not.

Marina and the Diamonds, I hope is going to be huge this year. Fell in love with her when I first heard her song 'Obsessions'. She may be mistaken to Shakira or Catherine Zeta now but I'm sure it wont be long before she makes a mark on the music industry which will make us all been saying actually, her name's Marina.

These guys remind of REM slash Pet Shop Boys, love there style and love the fact you know very little of them. It just wants me to know more.



The following website www.1000awesomethings.com is, well, to be fair pretty awesome and for that reason I think the book will be the same. It's just the best birthday token and Christmas stocking filler.

Avatar broke us in when it comes to going to the cinema and getting that 3D experience. With 2010 having more films in 3D, such as Alice in Wonderland and Toy Story 3, we'' just want more. Me, I want more and looking at the following trailer, I want to see it big time in only 3D. It even makes me want to watch the original. It looks too good to be true. I'm just annoyed we have to wait until December.



Oh the '2010' excitement.

i heart dublin

I better get back to this blog, I've noticed a follower or two have left my right side. Sorry for the low input but it's been a busy month but I have a load of post in my head ready to jot.

As I just said, January has been a very busy month. Thinking about it at the moment, quite stressful in deed. You see, just finished in my training hospital and now about to embark on the big London. I was meant to be going towards the end of January but my Garda clearance was keep delaying me. Now I'm going at the end of February. I have my accommodation sorted now but that was a great factor in the hassle-filled month that is coming to an end. Just have to worry about money, so working nights to get as much as I can. However, nights have led to me been very unsocial like and an empty blog as we have discovered.

So my mind has being very London bound of late and for good reason too. I was just getting so bored of Dublin and with the current economic situation, it just made more sense to move. And I just don't think I could live in my house any longer. My family can be a pain in the ass, as I've said before I'm no Saint Davih (so basically I'm admitting I'm equally at fault at some of the rows in the house too) but it's definitely time to leave and grow up a little on my own accord.

Of course I will miss my friends and my family (eventually) but I just wasn't feeling Dublin any more.

Then one Saturday night when I was heading to my mates house, I was walking through town (Dublin city) when it began to snow heavily. The snow had been about now for a week at this stage but I never seen the centre of Dublin like that before. I was even saying to everyone that this was so magical, lame I know but true all the same. You see, you would never see such a thing, the snow would generally be grey and horrible an hour in to it been settled on the ground. I was just very lucky that I got off the luas when I did.

This just gave me a new found respect for Dublin, it made me realise how much I love and adore the place. Generally I hate the hating Dublin gets at times but to be honest I was getting sick of it. That was then and this now, and coming back to Dublin will be a pleasure every time I do. I heart it so much and all the people in it close to me too (I knew this would eventually get sentimental). So when I land in London airport, I know I'll be thinking of the next time I'm sitting outside on St.William Street with my mates.

Dublin equals good times equals Dublin hearting.

if there's a will, there's a christmas decoration

Last Christmas was tough, I just lost the festive spirit. However this year I think it was restored to some extent, I was evening working from the 25th-27th and not a bother.

I think it's mainly because of my niece. Last year she just crawled around not doing much, this year she says 'Ho ho!', at the sight of Santa and gets all excited when the Christmas tree lights go on. Not only that but the Christmas shopping, getting to see the lights on people's houses and most importantly, the decorations.

Yes Christmas tree decorations are my favourite thing about Christmas, I just adore them. I dressed the tree this year, I was in awe with how beautiful my tree was. I would actually prefer to watch the tree than a film, it puts my mind at ease. I make it my duty that decorations are bought for the tree every year, one year I even got Christmas decorations for my mam's Christmas present. The above picture is not justifiable in comparison to the decorations that tangle gracefully on my tree.

You may laugh, but my tree is amazing. I have (and this is no lie) asked for the decorations to put in my mam's will. My sister has objected such a thing, the following only stresses how much these glowing objects are to me. She doesn't think its quite fair that I get ALL the decorations. I wouldn't mind but she's getting all her jewellery. She has developed a plan that the decorations should be divided, that one person picks five, then the other picks their five and so on until there is no decoration to spare.

However, this will never be the case. I will bring it to the courts if I have to, family or no family, these Christmas decorations are mine.

people's rights ignored

I have being silent about my views of the Adam Lambert's performance at the American Music Awards which occurred over a week ago. To be honest in regards to his public show of affection, I think a lot of it was unnecessary and coming from a gay man, quite cringe-worthy!

However putting a poor performance aside, the way the media have handled this is beyond upsetting. CBS blurring out the kiss between the two men but leave the Britney and Madonna in full view to the watching public. Then to have some of his appearances to be cancelled, with Chris Brown taking over his spot. Like I just don't understand how such big channels can get away with such obvious homophobia, sexism and double standards.


I can understand that the gay oral sex may have offended some, but to blur out a gay kiss between to men, have we really become so low that we can't try to break down the barriers that so many gay people are trying to fight in our society. Like will they blur out two gay men holding hands next, just because it may offend the few that don't agree with the gay community's essence.

If this was a case on race or discriminating the poor or elderly, there would be uproar. ABC and CBS would be forced to apologise. Can't people see what they have done is so unethical and are teaching the youth, the next generation, the wrong message. Like throw on a women beater on telly but avoid the controversial homosexual. These channels would have never stopped such controversial artist like Madonna and Lady Gaga, they would probably encourage it.

All this proves to me that when discriminating against acts of homosexuality, people can get away with it. People who illistrate our society to the developing world are getting away with it. How can the fight for equal rights narrow if such sanctions are allowed to be demonstrated? I can understand that some of the performance was inappropriate but how the event is been published from the media to the public is just not right. It makes me question people's understanding of a blatant civil right, the "Protection of discrimination", based on race, gender, religion and not forgetting sexual orientation.

Am I going a bit overboard or do you agree?

in loving memory

Last week I lost something very dear to me. I could always rely on him to provide warmth and time to let me think. It was his luxurious scent that put me to ease. He was there for me since as far as I can remember, any time I had to relax, think , put my mind to rest or even just for a good clean, I could always count on my him. Although he got cold on me after a while, it wouldn't take much to warm him up again.

Home just doesn't feel the same any more, I go into my bathroom and fall to the ground in tears. Now I'm left standing in despair when all I want is a bath, I'm left with a bloody shower. Yes, you see, my loyal companion of nearly 23 years is gone. Thrown at the side of my garden ready for the skip. I didn't even get to say goodbye. Although I had a last bath, I didn't know that was going to be the last. If I had of known that I would of prepared myself, I would of got bath salts and candles. I would of made it special.

I'm totally distraught, as you can imagine. Not only have I lost something very close to me but now I have to face a poor substitute to cleanse my mind. The days of relaxing, putting my feet up, are long gone. To the bath I cherished from the bottom of my heart, I miss you and no shower will ever come close to the times we shared.

R.I.P (1985-2009)

so i'm a type 3 today

Ever wonder why your 'pooh pooh' looks different sometimes, if something is a bit odd or your just not feeling right. Well if you look at the Bristol Stool Chart, you may find out your a Type 6 'pooh pooh'. This indicates your suffering from diarrhoea and you may want to start taking more fluids and supplements to ease the it.

First two types indicate constipation, type 3 & 4 are the desired 'poohs poohs' and the next three usually tell us your suffering from diarrhoea (the last one telling us the diarrhoea may be cost by food poisoning or infection).
So next time your weary about what you left in the toilet pot, just run to this post and you'll have a quick diagnosis.

what to collect next?

Since I was born I was always some form of a collector. My mother use to go into McDonald's and buy two set of toys, for me and my elder brother. I even remember having some of the ones below in my collection. It even came to the point that we got the boxes that you get with the Happy Meals and extra toy kept in it's packaging, so that we could sell them in years to come. Toys such as the ones below, became the first of the many things I collected.

The McDonald's toys were a continuous collection until my secondary school years. During this time I collected other things such as magazines. The first of the magazines I collected was one based on 'The Little Mermaid'. I looked everywhere for an archive but can't get one, it was very educational and you had the likes of Ariel to make it that much funnier. To be honest, this (and my fascination with flowers) were one of the first things for my mother to think, "Maybe my son is going to be gay!" After I got bored of that I began to collect Disney's Big Time and finally Gamesmaster. I think the latter was to try and hide my obsession with my sister's Barbies.

In the playground I loved pogs.

(Down below are some that I still have stored in my room)

I also collected Premier League stickers. Now this was just to fit in with the fact that I never played football really well at P.E. So being the young and naive kid that I was, I thought that this sticker collection thing would help me out among the kids. To some degree it did.

When Pokemon became a massive thing, of course I had to get involved, I wasn't going to be the kid that wasn't into Pokemon. It was such a big thing, look at the kid below and how crazzzzy he goes when he gets a card he needs..........I was never that crazy, I swear.



One of the proudest things I collected was stickers along with my sister, she bought them and I put them in her sticker book. Still to this day, I look at them with admiration.

(Below are some samples from her books. Wasn't I just so creative.)



The last major thing I collected was bar mats, this was during I'm becoming a teenager phase. At one point it became an addiction, I would go to every pub in a town or village, just to see if they had anything different.

(In the picture below, is some of the many I have stored in a bag in my room.)

So now that I'm an adult I wish to collect something new and refreshing. I'm a big fan of 'The Bone Collector', so maybe..............

doubt? i think not.

His name is Fernando Fernandes and if I ever question my sexual preference (which is very unlikely), all I have to is look at the below picture and snap right out of it.

However, if I have really bad day of doubt (which I never do) and the above picture can't help, I'll stare at the next picture. I don't think I'd even have to time it, I know I would be instantly in gay whatever land. HOT with capital letters is not even the way to phrase him, I'm lost with words, a hard task to throw at me and lose.

He is why men are greater than women.......................................fact!

losing my religion

Last May when I first heard of Lady Gaga I thought she was amazing, the best thing since sliced butter. As the hits grew around the globe I continued to hymn the tunes.

But then came the outrageous outfits, ridiculous statements during concerts and a sense that everything is just one big act. In regard to this act I'm referring to, all the 'fakeness' that surrounded everything she was doing. It just felt like so much to soon. In 9 months it was constant, and she had already being giving the new reigning princess of pop title by my major hate 'Perez Hilton'. I think it's Perez's love for Gaga that really turned the tide, to be honest. He just has her on such a pedestal and it kills me, like I'm talking 'pass me the fucking robe' killing me. Everything was just amazing, not one criticism. Better than anything else in the whole wide world, not one flaw! This talk just pulled the robe tighter.

'Bad Romance' came along and I was like at last something not that great. But still annoyingly annoying Perez was blazing her halo a light. I'm close to pushing the chair at this stage.

Then this occured;



It left me hanging, I was gutted. Not because it was terrible and predictable but because it was amazing. I actually had to watch it again and again and again. I even began to love (not like but love) the song.

The reason this is killing me (and I mean physical pain here) is that Perez is right to have her on such a pedestal. Music and I centre on pop music when I speak, needs her. Without her it would be quite boring, nothing to it, same old stuff continued to been thrown at us. She is giving the whole package from the single's cover to her over the top performances. Nothing is lack'n'lazy with her, everything is to the full. People may say but she once had brown hair, it's all an act! But so fucking what, what she is doing is nothing short of allowing her creativity to run wild. She's making bold statements, causing controversy, giving her everything and still providing an A+ product in the consumer's hands and mind.

This post was actually difficult for me to write and you may laugh, but writing this means I've giving in to a lot of opinions that I wouldn't accept. Still in denial, I wont say things I may later regret......

.......I just hope Britney gives me something new and refreshing that will make me continue to be her loyal loving husband.

(I listened to Britney throughout writing this post just to hold on to some faith)

my hates are

I hate the Metro-pushing-wont leave me alone-in my face-no thanks-people, that roam the streets of Dublin in the early hours of Monday to Friday mornings.

I hate every lad magazine that glorify women's sexy bits.

I hate pescetarians.

I hate Westlife's cover of "The Rose".

I hate funerals.

I hate all computer animated films, except anything PIXAR.

I hate when people play with their food.

I hate when my sister is on the fucking computer stopping me from been on the computer.

I hate when I have to turn down the music and I hear myself!

I hate fakeness but still love "The City".

I hate when blackout/I cannot remember.

I hate liking and not being liked back.

I hate when somebody puts a cigarette bud on the ground when there is a cigarette bin a few steps away from them.

I hate people's hate on anything Britney related.

I hate documentation and giving report.

I hate when I'm in the dog house.

I hate being moneyless and knowing I have to be moneymore.

I hate when Friends comes on and you realize it's from season 6 or onwards.

I hate when pegs ruin my clothes on the clothesline.

I hate cats.

I hate Perez.

I hate how I can't hit them Celine Dion high notes.

I hate being corrected.

I hate when tea is not Lyon's tea.

I hate that I keep typing 'ahte' when all I want to type is 'hate'.

I hate that my boredom has led to my hates

"...like do you ever watch any cock fights?"

So I was working night duty for the past week in my hospital. I was the only student on in the whole hospital so I was getting very bored towards my last night. I was working with one of the Filipino nurses, and by day seven we were getting on great, so I was totally taken back when our conversation began as the following.

Nurse: David, are you into cock fights?
Davih: Huh? What? (Kinda getting awkward, leaning towards him, and my eyes looking very worried)
Nurse: Yeah! Like do you ever watch any cock fights?
Davih: Em...I'm a little confused. (I was definitely perspiring at this stage)
Nurse: Would you ever place a bet?
Davih: On a cock fight! (Voice raised)
Nurse: Yeah! To see who wins......like you know a cock, em, like a rooster. You know a rooster ?
Davih: Oh!....You mean cockadoodledoo. (Posture relaxes, eyes look down to the ground in relieve and the sweating eased)

Anyone that befriends me, knows that the expressions my face pull do as much communication as if I were to speak. Not once did I think he was referring to a rooster when he spoke of the cock. So you can only imagine my head was going ninety.

But in fact he was discussing the below.

**WARNING**

Any veggies or "I could never wear fur" people out there, this clip is not for you.



So, basically it's a fight between two cocks until one dies, the Filipinos do their PaddyPower thing and the winners gain, while the losers mourn the death of their beloved cock.

Any cock fight I imagined, always had a different ending!

why so much disrespect?

At this stage I'm sure everyone is aware of Michael Jackson's untimely death. However his death has been shadowed by Perez Hilton's latest installment to his recent behaviour.

Just when it was announced that Michael had been rushed to hospital due to a cardiac arrest. Perez posted the following blog on his site;

"We knew something like this would happen!!
Michael Jackson was taken by ambulance from his Holmby Hills home to a nearby Los Angeles hospital on Thursday afternoon!!
Supposedly, the singer went into cardiac arrest and the paramedics had to administer CPR!!!
His mother is even on the way to visit him!!!
We are dubious!!
Jacko pulled a similar stunt when he was getting ready for his big HBO special in '95 when he "collapsed" at rehearsal!
He was dragging his heels on that just like his upcoming 50 date London residency at the 02 Arena, of which he already postponed the first few dates!!!
Either he's lying or making himself sick, but we're curious to see if he's able to go on!!!
Get your money back, ticket holders!!!! "

He later altered the post knowing the severity of what Perez thought was a stunt.

Why is this getting to me?

I'm annoyed because Perez seems to me becoming a moral conscious for so many who look at his site. People look at his goss and his comments that follow, and worship it. He goes on about celebrities misfortunes and mishaps except the one's that lick his ass with compliments (yes, Lady GaGa and Katy Perry I'm talking to yous'). He disrespects girls that have caused no harm but simply because they are linked to the likes of Zac Efron and Robert Pattinson. Jealous are we?

My disrespect of Perez hit a peak when he posted exclusive pictures of Dustin Lance Black having unprotected gay sex and his use of anti-gay slurs against Will-i-am. For a man who projects himself as fighting the gay cause, instead he has begun to taint the image of gay people and the lives they lead. We fight for equality, but in getting equality we need the support of everyone. Such incidents supported by Perez just gives us a bad name or maybe Perez just gives gay people a bad name. If thats the case I don't want to be associated with such a creature in any form.

Having heard that Michael had been rushed to the hospital for a cardiac arrest, you would think that he would have waited to see how such a fatal incident might map out but not Perez. Instead he gives one last public dig at him while the paramedics try to bring him back.

Sad really but it always stems back to one question- why so much hate and disrespect for people? And then he questions why someone might have the want to hit him. To be honest, I can imagine people muttering alot worse that they wish to do to such an ugly (coming from the inside as well as the outside) human being.

and the winner is

These three following acts with their following songs bring so much joy to my ears.

Who do you prefer?

What do I think? Well my ears are filled with so much euphoria of happiness with all 3, that it's really hard. They're all heading for the finish line and it may be a 3 way tie!

The first of the songs I discovered when I seen the new O2 priority advert, and with that 1 minute I immediately fell in love it. It's 'Cosmic Love' by Florence and the Machine. I couldn't wait to here the full version, and now I've found it. It's so good.



Next up is Noisettes with 'Never Forget You'....



The last is 'Mathematics' by Little Boots. I have loved this for the last 5 months and it hasn't grown old. To hear it in its full effect you'll have to listen to it in this made up video. I swear I'm not behind it, it just so happens more gay people have good taste.



So what you think?

when a good song is ruined

When I ever think of my Friday's evening as a child, The Late Late Show always comes to mind. From Gay Byrne to the chair that became bigger than the show, to the annual Christmas toy show. I was always asleep by ten resting my head on my mam and would wake up in my room come morning. However one song would always would wake me from my sleep. That song was,'The Town I loved so Well'. Since Phil Coulter was a regular on the show, it was more than once that I've being woken by the song.

By the end of the song my mam would always have a tear in her eye. This puzzled me. Although I was aware that there was sadness in his tone, I always thought it was because he was sad. Sad that he was from the town he loved so much because this darn interview on The Late Late Show had to happen. My mam told me that I once said, "Sure he can go home tomorrow and everything will be better." Eventually I realized what it was all about which made me appreciated the song more and it was always one of my all time Irish favourites.



Recently the song has lost its impact, it lost its warmth! Ever since I found out that Dan White played this song on repeat while committing suicide as a shout out to his Irish heritage, it has just ruined everything I loved about it! The important message that lay in the song has now been eclipsed by the fact that this was the murdering homophobics last song played before he died. I can barely listen to it now, sad really but there you go.

Sometimes it takes more than a cover or over-playing to ruin a song, just as I've learned.

everyday judgement day

I was brought up knowing there was a heaven and a hell. I think it was my mam that told me about it. I went to bed thinking, "Mam would you ever loose the 9-5 job cause you have one major imagination going on up there." I soon discovered it wasn't the case, my mam was listening to the many fairytales told in church.

But one thing always stuck with me from this story. It was that I would be judged when I die and that a decision would be made whether you go to heaven or hell.

I imagined me approaching a large golden gate with naked men (it's my fucking heaven alright) at both sides telling me to wait for the higher being. There he would decide my fate. He always felt that I was always good enough not to go to hell but that I needed some cleansing before I enter heaven. So he drew a line fire, I had to cross it and as a result I would be purified.

Well I haven't faced that meeting yet, hence, the writing of the blog. Still, why do I feel like I'm facing a wall of fire every step I take.

I thought I'd face an intervention of judging when I die. That's not the case, it's never been the case and I'm thinking I should give up in it every been the case. Because I'm judged when I walk down the street and entering a gay pub. Hesitation runs through my face when I say,"Tallaght is my hometown", due to the stigma attached to the area. I'm even been judged when I mention Britney Spears as an artist I listen to. Worst of all, I'm judged for things I've done which has never caused any harm to anyone else. Things that are no business of their own, things that were heard from others, and them not even knowing the full story. Such things which influence their feelings and thoughts of myself, and as a result I'm judged and tainted.

I have judged in the past, I'm no Saint Davih. However, I would question by judging, I would listen to all the whats and whys. If the person is causing no harm to anyone else, I'd try very hard to look pass the black and white and see the grey. Because everything is not what it seems, a point everyone should take note of.

I'm sick of all the purgatory at this stage, so when I die i'll be taking a detour to Limbo rather than the golden gates of heaven.

in love with.....

......this version of Zombie.

Jay Brannan, you impressed me.

i wanna take a ride on your disco stick.....

.....well, do you know what Lady GaGa I don't give a shit.

Cause I want that fucking cool fitted, black, leather peaked cap that the fella is wearing in the following scenes below;

At 0.26, when we first the hot hat,

Then at 0.56-1.29, the hot hat does some cool dancing at this stage,

We get a glimpse of the hat at 1.35,

It's having hopping time in the train from 1.47-1.58,

Another final glimpse at 2.14-2.16.


I've being looking for it everywhere, and all I get is this old ancient military stuff.

I remember Jake Shears was wearing a cool one on the Cover of Attitude back in June 06, and I wanted it back then too.......

I want it more than Google's fucking Dad's scarf (Google remember, my birthday is the 22nd of March)!!!

Where can you get them?

Help!

My life depends on it.