Google+ Pals

Yesterday I had a great day meeting new friends, on Google+ so I thought I'd write a little note and mention them all by name. They are all so special to me!

(when I say 'meeting new friends' I actually mean 'adding people with rude sounding names').

Let's hear a round of applause for my new pals!

Sarah Coch
Jizhi Tao
Fartyal Rakesh
Bummtschak Bummbummtschak
Shitti Lee
Jerker Stigsson
Cack Ferrell
Jobbi Abraham (he's my favourite)
Poopu Ka
Fartash Faghri (who could forget him)
Ian Flaps (MY BEST FRIEND)
Guffy Wade
Pong Bums
Marco Arce (watch out ladies!)
Asser Munch
Wankit Chow
Vag Kok
Roger Finger
Jami Dix
Vomito Delirante
Bummy Spears
Boning Wang
Hyman Rubin
Chuffe Castillo
Alan Bummer
Letoffet Fabrice
Bummah Ndeh
Justin Tits
Boke Logan
Pisser Wang
Paulo Knob
Alexey Poof
Suckseed Armmer
Rahul Clit
Arcee Gamit
Edward Boner (ALWAYS buy Boner)
Pishi Christiana
Kelvin Penus
Fuchs Rechtsanwaltskanzlei Christian Fuchs
Bubi Canal (it's lovely this time of year)
Anal Merchant
Bumoh Park (don't go there after dark)
Poohdish Rattanavijai
Chode Choudary
Dick Pepper
Michael Sack
Mark Cockshoot
Dick Bell
Bumin Huang
Wankel Yu
Fartout Ahmed
Tim Cock
Wanko Wonka
Shit Tong
Anita Fister
Jiz James
Shart Nayaks
Shravan Cheese
Marc de Cock Buning
Fuchih Lien
Trump Gees (!!!!)

And last but not least.... Elena Plop.

Haircut 100: UPDATE

Anyone who has read this blog before may or may not remember my post a few months back about the foibles of getting a haircut (which you can read here).

Today I went back to that very same barber (a very well known franchise, including a branch in Ballyhackamore) for a long overdue trim.

As I walked in, I was met with a very cheery smile, and a lovely lady saying, "You're the man with the blog aren't you?"

Well, I don't mind telling you that my heart just about hit the floor. I was somewhat scundered as I had no idea that any more than about 6 people even glanced at this thing, and I REALLY had no idea that it would get back to the good people of the barbershop.

I'm very, very pleased to say though that they thought it was great, and had a good oul' laugh over it, even going so far as to debate whether or not to keep serving coffee etc after I discussed it in my post.

So I just wanted to say a very, very big thank you to the good people of Jason Shankey for being such good sports about it and taking my rambling nonsense in good humour. I should also add that I had an absoloutely brilliant experience there this morning, the guy snipping my locks was a great bunch of lads and did a superb job. I'm very pleased with my new haircut and they've just about guaranteed me as a customer for life. Can't reccomend 'em highly enough!

I'm going to try to keep this oul' thing updated a bit more regularly as I love writing it, but I've been very busy the past wee while. I don't have much else to add, so here are a couple of snippets of me on Radio 1, with my HOT ROD OF COMEDY segment.

Im the first one I'm talking to ultra-offensive but downright lovely San Fran comic Scott Capurro (after his CQAF appearance) and in the second I'm playing detective with Carrick comedian Morgan Hearst. Enjoy!





Hotrod's Hot Rod of Comedy, with Scott Capurro. by hotrodmccaughan





BBC Radio 1, Hotrod's Hot Rod of Comedy - Detective Hotrod and Morgan Hearst by hotrodmccaughan


Well that's all for now. I'm going to work my ass off for the next 8 hours or so, and then I'm having my very good friend Pearce Kelly over for dinner, as he's here for a few days to see his family after recently becoming a doctor. If you know him, make sure to drop him a line to say congrats!

Byebye!

HR.

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A Great Conversation.

I just had a great conversation, here's how it went down.

me: "Hello, I'm Peter"

man: "Peter who?"

me: "Peter McCaughan"

man: "spell that?"

me: "em cee cee ay you gee aich ay enn"

man: "McCaughan?"

me: yes

man: "Nice name. Nice name."



That's my kind of conversation.

The Nerd Brothers!

I made a short comic strip featuring my friend Steven and I, based around a conversation we had in a bookshop yesterday. Click this picture of our pretty faces to see it!



Steven presents a show on Radio Ulster and you should totally listen to it. While you're at it, why not have a listen to last week's Introducing in NI. As well as all the usual musical goodness, I'm on it talking comedy with Lorcan McGrane and Dan and Dan.

HR

The Rules of Eggs

People who know me might also know that I hate eggs. They're the worstest nastiest things, and the only food that I get really arsey about. There are some eggs that will make me boke upon sight, but there are also a few which I can eat under certain circumstances. Here are the rules of eggs.

Boiled Egg

I can eat a boiled egg if it is very soft. Three minutes on the boil for a large egg. I can only eat the yellow bit though, and I can't peel it or take the top off it myself or I will vomit.

If it is really hard, I will also vomit if I try to eat any of it. On a particularly bad day I might even vomit from looking at it. Even looking at one of those godawful fucking egg slicers will make me feel ill.

Poached Egg

No way, not ever.

Scrambled Egg

I quite like scrambled egg, but only under very precise circumstances. It needs to be made with one very small egg, lots of cheese, milk, salt and pepper and butter. It has to be fried lightly so it is really creamy. I can only have it with lots of worcester sauce or, at a push, lots of brown sauce or tobasco. I most likely won't finish it as I will still start to feel sick after a bit.

Quiche

Fine, if it is a good quality quiche. Has to have some bacon involved as well.

Omelette

Like scrambled eggs, I can really enjoy an omelette, but it has to be under a very strict set of rules. I have to cook meat in the pan first, ideally bacon and chorizo so that it releases lots of salty delicious juices. Then I take out the meat but leave the juices and throw in some thyme and rosemary so it crisps up real quick. Then I take it off the heat and add the eggs, along with the meat, some potato and whatever else I fancy. There has to be loads of stuff in it, to minimise the egg/nice stuff ratio. The egg also has to be whisked up loads, as if the white separates and sits in the omelette in solid chunks, I will vomit.

Then the whole pan goes in the oven, cooked at a really high temperature so it all rises, like a fritatta. Cheese on top, and also some parsley, red onion and lemon. All this takes away from the dirty eggs holding the whole thing together.

Fried Egg

I can handle a fried egg approximately once every two years. It has to be really runny, and I will only dip stuff into the yellow bit as if I eat the white shite I will vomit. If the egg is too hard, I will also vomit. After I have had a few dips, I may need to move the egg off my plate, as it is possible that I could vomit.

Egg in a Cup

Don't be fucking stupid.


And there you go. Now you know how to serve me eggs and not have me vomit all over the place. At least, not from the eggs.

HR