The 1980s Blog Awards 2014 are here! Hang on, that still doesn’t sound…
Oh yes. It’s the Blog Awards Ireland 2014, and on Saturday night, it’s the 1980s!
This Supreme Do takes place this Saturday night, and the theme this year is the 1980s. In two day’s time, I will be dressed in what I thought was the HEIGHT of fashion when I was in national school, aroundabout 1985. I will be a terrifying vision of pastel hideousness, but seeing as I will be finally fulfilling a childhood fantasy of ideal womanhood, I can’t wait to look awful.
The fact that I managed to find everything I needed for my chosen outfit either in my own wardrobe, or well-known shops just 10 feet from my office, says either something about me, something about fashion, or something about Dublin; but let’s make it all about me for today.
Because on Saturday night, there will be seriously stiff competition for all the awards, and unfortunately for me, particularly so in the 2 categories in which I’m nominated – Best Newcomer, and Best Humour Blog. Which is the reason I’m so happy to have got this far. This blog is but a fledgling, and still reeling from having got a few more hits than expected, let alone making the finals of this competition.
I am therefore content enough to make the solemn promise here that if I win, I will do penance for the privilege, by posting a photograph of me here in full rig-out. If I don’t win, I won’t. (Yes. I am mean and horrid.)
Anyhoo, on Saturday, I’m going to party like it’s 1999 (which makes no sense, because 1999 was not in the 80s, and neither am I); I’m going to Push It, for The Politics Of Dancing; and I’m going to Fight For my Right To Party… All Night Long (All Night).
And there is just a teeny chance I just might do the Wham! dance.
See you next week, after the glitter settles.
* Update: In a bizarre, unprecedented and in no way hyperbolic twist, this also appears to be my ceremonially questionable 100th post! Woo-hoo! Double celebrations and libations for me!
Tara Sparling writes 
Frankie says Relax. Enjoy it. And good luck.
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Thanks David! I will try, even though I’m So Excited…
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Good luck, Tara. And ENJOY the evening. I am so looking forward to that photo 🙂
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Thank you Sally – and as this country as a whole was disappointed in the 1980s, I should be mentally prepared for it on Saturday 😉
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Best of 🙂 xx
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Sounds like the greatest 80s compilation ever, Aunty 🙂
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…Volume 2 🙂
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Go for it, Tara. Tara in a ra ra, ha!
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Pure poetry, Elaine. And a powerful representation of the industrial meltdown of the early 1980s, in only six words. Masterful…
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Poetry schmoetry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I feel positively giddy. I feel like picketing your evening with a placard saying, ‘Sparling is our Darling’ or ‘We’ll give Notes for Votes!’ (Or possibly,going on past form in your case, IOUs) But then, that wouldn’t rhyme…wait…I’ll go and chew on a pencil…I’ll be back!
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Oh I will SO give you IOUs for that… they could rhyme with “can’t refuse” (in the sinister sense, obvs)
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Or Take my IOUs or you’ll suffer abuse.
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Oh, yes. Much more my line of work
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🙂
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Good luck Tara! have a fabulous time, then come back and tell us all about it… I’m dying to see a photo of you in your 80s get-up… don’t forget the panstick foundation and hair gel!
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Mmmmm…. BIIIIGG Haaaairrrrr…… 🙂
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Yep, the bigger the better, and don’t forget to spray it with glitter… oh you’re going to look Gorge! to think we actually walked around like that… and thought we looked cool!!!
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God I remember desperately wanting braces for my trousers so that I could wear them down around my non-existent hips… and that’s the least of the fashion crimes…
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😁 What an image!
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The Winner Takes It All, Tara. Keeping everything crossed and hoping that it’s you! 😉
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I’m going to call myself a winner anyway, Book Nanny. I’m contrary like that.
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Excellent. So we definitely get to see the photo?
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Oooh caught rotten! I think you’ll find in the small print that it has to be announced from a podium to count 🙂
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“Ain’t a-gonna need this house no longer
Ain’t a-gonna need this house no more
Ain’t got time to fix the shingles…”
Sing it loud, Tara and swing that bottle of wine HIIGHHHH.
BTW you write great blogs – I’ve voted 4u.
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OOOOH, SHAKEY! There’s a welcome earworm I haven’t had in a while! Thank you double, Tom, for that, and your kind words, which are bound to fuel inebriation and tales of embarrassment!
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The 80s was a favorite era of mine (did the big hair, the band, the belts, the whole thing) so I’m delighted for you, not only that you’ve been nominated, but that you get to deck out in said sartorial wonder. Good luck. You ARE very funny so it’s well deserved!
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Thanks, so much, Lorraine! Your version of the 80s sounds an awful lot cooler than what I’ll be donning Saturday night. But that’s because I have learned in my life that when it comes to dressing badly, I am a veritable queen of bad taste.
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Sadly, I spent a lot of the 80s in the pub. I look forward to seeing you on the night and then in the photo.
Best,
Conor
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In the pub? But weren’t you on the streets, queueing for a job in Abrakebabra, as those of us waiting to emigrate in the ’90s were told at length? Good God, Conor, I’m going to have to rethink my entire philosophy now.
I too am looking forward to seeing you tomorrow night. But I see what you did there. And I won’t be fooled into optimism, no Siree.
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Good luck with the eighties vibe – Careless Whisper is what’s coming to me! Hope it’s a brill night
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Thank you Johanna! Just starting to raise the hair now 🙂
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I do so hope you win… so we get the photo!
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