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Receptionist wanted. Must love balloons.
Boys & Girls are looking for a new receptionist. The position will involve a wide range of responsibilities with reception as the primary role. Cheerful attitude, reliability and talent for quoting bad comedies ad nauseum are a must. If you can picture yourself working behind a desk supported by balloons
Lettuce talk about our highlights.
Seeing as both Erik Kessels and Stefan Sagmeister spoke on Friday it was a pretty amazing opening to the weekend. Kesselskramer are an incredibly inspiring agency. From their humorous Royal Wedding commemoration plates (“Thank you for the day off”) to the downright hilarious Worst Hotel in
What does one do when faced with a work twin? Why, re-enact The Shining of course!
Next week’s photo will be the lady in the bath in Room 237. Surely a role Pat Stephenson was born to play.
The name’s Baby. I don’t mean Maybe.
Johnny Castle: “What’s your real name, Baby?”
Baby Houseman: “Frances. After the first woman in the cabinet”.
A youthful me watching the video at home: “Frances. After St. Francis.”
Mention Dirty Dancing and it stimulates responses varying from the obvious “What is it with girls and Dirty Dancing?” to a vaguely threatening note
Hi-Di-Hi Boys and Girls!
Ma and Pa O’Rourke never really went in for family holiday camps when us young ones were growing up.
If you were good at the Community Games you progressed to Mosney. And though I am somewhat of an athlete these days, as a child I never made the grade. And when
Driving Miss Nauseous.
For my commute to work this week I have eschewed my usual nifty ipod mix of The Beach Boys, My Fair Lady OST and 80’s Movie Hits in favour of an audio book. It’s enjoyable for a change and I certainly feel far more intellectual. (For the record the audio
How much is that dogfood in the window?
We at Boys and Girls are (for the most part) huge dog lovers and an article in Monday’s Irish Examiner must not go unnoticed.
28 Days Later.
Approximately 28 days ago Bairbre and I collected together all the cereal vouchers in the kitchen and sent away for a Kellogg’s bowl. Oh, the excitement was palpable and our little feet have worn a path to the letterbox in the many long days since. This morning our prayers were
