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Eye candy and a top five list……….

What better way to take my mind off painful boobs and other such mundane matters than daydreaming about my Top Five List of Hot Men, from my sick bed I might add.

This is a list that comes up in conversation quite regularly with me and many friends, but my Top Five pretty much so always remain the same. Ladies (and gents) take a minute and feast your eyes on these devilishly dishy dudes.

In at #5 is John Krazinski, aka Jim Halpert from the US Office. The guy is funny, tall AND hot; whats not to love? He also knows how to wear a suit well. Damn, he looks good.

A navy Prada suit never looked so good.

At #4 we have the cheeky devil that is Adrian Grenier. “Who”? you might ask. Well, Mr Grenier is the very cute, yet scruffy, Vincent Chase in Entourage and also Andy’s boyfriend in ‘The Devil Wears Prada’. Helllo piercing blue-grey eyes.

What can I say, I'm a sucker for the facial hair.

Representing the Irish boys and all things rugby, Tommy Bowe, Irelands Right Wing man, makes it in at #3. That lilting Monaghan accent, his grá for an auld sing song and his cheeky grin is enough to melt any heart. Lets not forget those abs either (be still my beating heart). Plus, your mammy would be only delirah to see you bringing him home for tea.

Living proof that Mermen truly exist.

Keeping with the homegrown buachaillí, we have Niall Breslin at #2. Mullingar man, ex-Leinster player and lead singer with the Blizzards; who has now turned his hand to writing and producing in London town, by they way. This tall drink of water is very easy on the eye and a lovely guy, to boot. Is there any end to Bressie’s gifts and talents?

Lean on me...........

And without further ado we have the #1. Readers, I give you Mr George Clooney. Ever since his Doug Ross days on ER, back in the early 90’s, I have a little place in my heart for the charming prankster that is George.

Dr, I seem to have come over all funny.

This dreamboat seems to only get better with age too. Break me off a piece o’ that.

Look at those baby browns.

And there you have it. I hope this is as much fun to read as it was for me to write. Have a great weekend peoples and until next time, be good.

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It’s the final countdown

In the past I’ve been known to be a complete stress-ball and total panic merchant, especially when it comes to major events in my life. Now for some reason I’m not, and my cool and calm demeanour has left me slightly bemused.

I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. I actually welcome the tranquil headspace. The truth of the matter is that I haven’t had the time to think about the reality of the situation ahead of me. I’ve been so slammed with work and overtime and gigs and catching up with friends and travelling home to see the family, I’ve been in quite the tailspin of late.

This evening though, it finally dawned on me that I’ve only SIX days to go. A mere six days left with the girls before they’re minimised and perkified. This served no purpose other than to remind me that I’m putting my life, and boobs, in the hands of one man. Thankfully, this man is good, he’s better than good actually and probably one of the top surgeons in his field in Europe; this fact goes a long way to reassuring me again that all will be fine.

In the past week people have been asking me “are you all set for the surgery”, ehm, yes. “Are you worried about it?” eh, thanks for the inappropriate query, but feck off. “Do you need any help with anything?” And this is where I’ve been overwhelmed with people’s genuine kindness and concern.  It’s at times like this that I’m reminded that there truly are some fantastic people in my life.

I don’t mean to sound like a complete and utter sap here, but I really am blessed to have such an awesomely supportive and wonderful family. For this, I love them dearly. The same goes for the boy, Christian. He’s been there by my side through every step of this process since my first consultation in St James’ in March this year and has been pretty damn fantastic about everything.

I also have an incredible, yet diverse, group of friends, both old and new who rock my socks off; you know who you are. Thank you all in advance for your patience, love and support (believe me, you’ll need it)

Furthermore, go raibh mile maith agaibh, to two brave and bold cáilini, Ms L & Ms Q; your truth, honesty and advice have been refreshing and inspiring.

Mushiness over! Aside from all that, in preparation for the hospital stay, and three week recovery period, I’ve packed my bags, purchased the sensible (ugly) sports bras, had my family do up a ‘Care Rota’, downloaded more TV shows than you could shake a stick at, and borrowed enough books to stock a mobile library. I think I’m all set.

And there you have it. I’m going to leave you with this upbeat little number from one of my fave Irish bands ever. It’s something I plan on doing about eight weeks after the surgery, so peoples, mark your diaries.