DannyInvincible
10/06/2011, 12:17 PM
Packie Bonner is my uncle's cousin. In school, this variously spread amongst my peers as "Packie Bonner is his uncle" or "Packie Bonner is his cousin". I was happy enough to let this go uncorrected.
One of my cousins was an Irish Olympian in Beijing. He did alright.
I can hold my breath for four minutes, by which time a cold sensation in my extremities makes me wonder what on earth I am doing with my life.
When I was a wee lad, I had a meal in a restaurant a few tables away from Bryan Robson. I got his autograph, but only after the waitress asked him on my behalf as I was too shy myself.
I was once on the same flight from Munich to Dublin as Chris de Burgh and Rosana Davison. I managed to capture a poor quality snap on my phone's shoddy camera (calling it a camera phone would have been exceedingly generous) through the gap in the seats. Only of Chris de Burgh, mind.
When I was 18, a very adamant gay man with a wife and two kids once told me that I should enter Mr. Gay UK as I would be a certain winner. I have yet to enter, but fear time may be against me if I leave it any longer.
I saw a Trapattoni look-alike in Mulligan's pub in Manchester a few months ago during our home game against Macedonia. My brother asked him for a photo and we all had a laugh about it before ordering another pint and talking about something else.
Mick Hucknall has been known to fish in the same county in which I was born.
I can't tie a balloon.
One of my cousins was an Irish Olympian in Beijing. He did alright.
I can hold my breath for four minutes, by which time a cold sensation in my extremities makes me wonder what on earth I am doing with my life.
When I was a wee lad, I had a meal in a restaurant a few tables away from Bryan Robson. I got his autograph, but only after the waitress asked him on my behalf as I was too shy myself.
I was once on the same flight from Munich to Dublin as Chris de Burgh and Rosana Davison. I managed to capture a poor quality snap on my phone's shoddy camera (calling it a camera phone would have been exceedingly generous) through the gap in the seats. Only of Chris de Burgh, mind.
When I was 18, a very adamant gay man with a wife and two kids once told me that I should enter Mr. Gay UK as I would be a certain winner. I have yet to enter, but fear time may be against me if I leave it any longer.
I saw a Trapattoni look-alike in Mulligan's pub in Manchester a few months ago during our home game against Macedonia. My brother asked him for a photo and we all had a laugh about it before ordering another pint and talking about something else.
Mick Hucknall has been known to fish in the same county in which I was born.
I can't tie a balloon.