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Live feed from Oireachtas TV and the questioning of the RTE board - but NOT with Dee Forbes.


Anybody else watching the live feed from the Public Accounts Committee on Oireachtas TV? Talk about Laurel and Hardy and clown-car crashes? The terminology and bullshit getting bandied about is hilarious:

'Yeah - no, that IS not what was happening..'
'No but, but, but, errrrrr.. yeah - I think so. Not sure'
'You're the chief financial officer, how could you NOT know?'
'Ehhh, no, but. Umm, yeah, no. Sorry. I only know what I was told..'
'And what was that?'
'What was what? Errr, yeah - no, What it was was, basically, in short..eh, ehhhh. Wait. No, no, no. Errr. Yeah. No - please can I speak?'


Samuel Beckett must be turning in his grave.
 
Some absolutely hilarious quotes in this Independent article about yesterday's grilling for the RTE management. The way these people speak English? Utterly fucking ridiculous. Nobody talks like that. No one. Bar a bullshitting liar, that is. RTÉ’s acting director general, Adrian Lynch:

'We wouldn’t give our platform or airwaves to someone who is a public figure or who is involved in a controversy..'

True enough. The Late Late Show usually has a few RTE staff members on the show talking about the show and how they make the show and what working on the show means to them. It's a much cheaper show to put on show that way. Meanwhile, Patrick Kielty walked away in silence on Sunday when asked by the Irish Independent whether he would be willing to disclose his pay. He replied when asked about the RTÉ payments scandal:

'I’ll need a few more beers before I could talk about that..'

Kielty now wants to make public his RTÉ pay package.

Really? That's a gas. Maybe he should hit the bar in Leinster House for a few drinks with the lads - and then charge them to RTE?

'Mr Varadkar told the Fine Gael parliamentary party that the controversy was very damaging for RTÉ'.

Really? They needed to be told that? Well fuck me sideways.

'The Fine Gael leader told colleagues the country needs a public service broadcaster and that 'change and accountability' from RTÉ are 'so important'.

Pa-ha! We've needed a public service broadcaster since the birth of RTE. Still no sign of one though. Nor is there any 'change' or 'accountability' to be found anywhere on the island. RTE say what they're told to say, and they shut up about what they're told to shut up about. There'll be neither change nor accountability: the horse has already bolted. No proper investigation can take place without ex-Director General Dee Forbes present, so the little PAC conclave later today means fuck all - bar a bit of lip service.

'RTÉ always made a virtue of holding everyone to account and to a high standard yet won’t apply those standards to themselves. They need to get with the programme' the source said'.

Snigger: now they're just taking the piss. Ireland has NEVER held anyone to account. That word isn't even in their dictionary. Never will be either. This next one's a right fucking farce:

'Also at the committee, RTÉ bosses said some presenters are ambassadors for cars and 'do have cars' which is done through their agents or themselves.'

What? Ambassadors for cars, is it? Is that another new state funded quango? Also, what the fuck does 'do have cars' mean? 'Which is done through themselves..' What? What's done? What the fuck does that even mean? Don't these fuckers speak English?

'RTÉ management also clarified (that) executives knew since 'early March' of the issues surrounding the (5X) €75,000 payments to Tubridy, despite earlier in the committee saying they were only made aware around St Patrick’s Day..'

Which is two weeks later. So they lied. They obfuscated. Which is a crime in itself. When your highest paid civil servants lie to you, then they aren't Civil Servants, they're self-servants.

'The issue was flagged whenever it was (early March at that stage). I was spoken to, the director general was spoken to' Mr Collins said.
Spoken to? About what? The weather? The game? How to piss straight while standing up? These fuckers are laughing at you. This isn't an investigation. This is a charade. They have fuck all intention of telling anyone what the fuck went on, and they know that this investigation will soon run out of steam because its star witness is currently in 'the care of medical professionals'.

Without her testimony, all the legal wrangling and chicanery in the world won't get to the bottom of this. They knew that as soon as Forbes mentioned herself visiting the local GP - for a sick note.

But it'll be fun to watch it all play out. For me, anyway - maybe not so much for you guys stuck on the little island. Does Ireland ever stop making herself look like a right fucking knacker? When are the Garda going to step in? This clown show's gone far enough already.
I'll tell you this much: the Senior Cycle College in Ballyer has all the talent (plus some more) that you'll ever need to replace RTE. Those students create and manage their media because they love it. It's in their blood, they have a passion for it, and they're winning awards all over the place. Swap the RTE campus for the SCC campus in Ballyer and Bob's your proverbial. A good job, and well done.

 
Not another member of the D4 mafia booked into the 'Busted' ward up in John o'gods? They must have had to re-open the Delicate Crisis Ward and wheeled out the Poor Me machine.

Amazing how delicate people in D4 turn out to be when they get caught. Day before they are all world-striding corporate colossi. Day after, pool of rags in their own tears and piss up in john o'gods.

Mysterious outbreak of C*nts Disease in Dublin it seems.
 
Ernest Saunders of Guinness Distillers capers started all that. Only man ever to be too poorly from Parkinson's Disease to stand in a witness box in court and answer questions on the attendant share-ramping scandal (a bit like the Anglo capers many years later, nothing changes).

Soon as the courtroom closed the door here was Ernest off on a lecture tour of the US. Remarkable recovery and quite unique in the history of Parkinson's disease it seems.
 
Not another member of the D4 mafia booked into the 'Busted' ward up in John o'gods? They must have had to re-open the Delicate Crisis Ward and wheeled out the Poor Me machine.

Since Gerry Ryan was 'killed by cocaine' a decade and a half back (yes, they actually used the words 'killed by cocaine' in one newspaper headline I took back here with me) I'd imagine everyone down to the sweepers and gardeners are whacked out of it on coke and energy drinks.

It's a bizarre set up out there, and I've been in and out over the years.

Nothing ever changes in there - it's like time (and reality) cease(s) to exist at the front gates.

Amazing how delicate people in D4 turn out to be when they get caught. Day before they are all world-striding corporate colossi. Day after, pool of rags in their own tears and piss up in john o'gods.

Classic!

Mysterious outbreak of C*nts Disease in Dublin it seems.

You mean another outbreak.

This is the biggest chance the Irish have to tear down RTE, all they need to do is assemble outside and get as many people on board as they can. Except they won't. They'll just sit there like always. Then, another three years down the road of no changes whatsoever - they'll start in again about how it needs to go.

That's another difference between the French and the Irish: the French have bigger balls - even the ladies.

Ernest Saunders of Guinness Distillers capers started all that. Only man ever to be too poorly from Parkinson's Disease to stand in a witness box in court and answer questions on the attendant share-ramping scandal (a bit like the Anglo capers many years later, nothing changes).

It's the Nuremberg defence all over again.

Soon as the courtroom closed the door here was Ernest off on a lecture tour of the US. Remarkable recovery and quite unique in the history of Parkinson's disease it seems.

Like Bertie heading into deepest Africa to teach the savages about dodging taxes by not having a bank account.

He had a safe instead - so all he was missing was a license to bank himself.

Mad little country, Ireland.
 
You'd have to wonder if this whole Tubridy payment thing was orchestrated.

Now they're talking about a "failure of governance" in RTE, ffs.

Internal Soviet propaganda 101, you direct criticism at some small element of the institution coming under attack, you give the message that there is nothing wrong with the institution as a whole, no, there is just this problem in this one thing, and once we fix that, then, you cannot object to it anymore.

But it's not a "failure of governance", it's the whole damn RTE enterprise - their purpose, their proposition, their mentality, their ouput, their input, their political associations, their attitude, their dress sense, their fawning, the shite they continually spout, the inanity they invent for broadcast, what they amplify, what they minimise, what they say nothing about, their internal culture, their just being annoying fucking wastes of space all in all.

You want a public service broadcaster, give the cameras and broadcasting towers to the kids, see what they come up with. The present crowd in there are a scourge, take the technology back off them and give it to real people.
 
You'd have to wonder if this whole Tubridy payment thing was orchestrated.

Now they're talking about a "failure of governance" in RTE, ffs.

In all honesty, and while you make an interesting point - RTE simply aren't capable of thinking out a plan like that. They simply haven't the intelligence or the ability to con the whole nation. I mean - yes, they got away with it for years and years, but now that they're under the spotlight we can see just how amateur their whole set-up is.

Internal Soviet propaganda 101, you direct criticism at some small element of the institution coming under attack, you give the message that there is nothing wrong with the institution as a whole, no, there is just this problem in this one thing, and once we fix that, then, you cannot object to it anymore.

But it's not a "failure of governance", it's the whole damn RTE enterprise - their purpose, their proposition, their mentality, their ouput, their input, their political associations, their attitude, their dress sense, their fawning, the shite they continually spout, the inanity they invent for broadcast, what they amplify, what they minimise, what they say nothing about, their internal culture, their just being annoying fucking wastes of space all in all.

You want a public service broadcaster, give the cameras and broadcasting towers to the kids, see what they come up with. The present crowd in there are a scourge, take the technology back off them and give it to real people.

I was saying exactly that about Ballyfermot's Senior Cycle College campus up next to the shopping centre. Those kids have been taking in international awards for a few years already and even with useless fat bastards like Denis Murray (a relic I know from the pirate radio days back in the mid 1980's and who was my (idiot) teacher in radio production, a course I had to take over the reins of when we saw how fucking dumb and out of his depth he was.

But regardless of fat bastards, those media students have a gra for television and radio, as well as animation, sound tracking, foley editors, etc. Awards from Asia and the USA lining the corridor walls show you everything you need to know: they don't rest on their laurels either, mind you: it's up and at 'em every day in that little hothouse.

Those students could produce a week of current events shows before their morning coffee break.

They make RTE look like a retirement home full of gadgets.
 
In all honesty, and while you make an interesting point - RTE simply aren't capable of thinking out a plan like that. They simply haven't the intelligence or the ability to con the whole nation. I mean - yes, they got away with it for years and years, but now that they're under the spotlight we can see just how amateur their whole set-up is.
Not for someone like Terry Prone. RTE keep lobbying the government for increased license fees. The government relies on RTE to make the world in their image. But too many Irish people object to paying 160 euro a year to have them do that. So they have a problem, and they need the help of someone on the inside who knows how to fix these type of things. Prone is a very clever, devious sort, just right for this type of job. Sure, this is just conjecture, I don't know the truth, it all just makes me wonder.

I was saying exactly that about Ballyfermot's Senior Cycle College campus up next to the shopping centre.
Perfect. Exactly the kind of kids I had in mind.
 
The worst part of it is that most of the SCC students aren't from Ballyfermot, they bus in and back out again - which is fine in itself, but if they all think there's going to be work available for them then they need to wake up. I did an EU sponsored course in television, radio, and recording studio engineering back in the late 80's. Denis Murray was one of my teachers, the pirate radio fat fool I was mentioning earlier. He'd be fairly typical of the RTE staff mentality: he's a star, he was big in the (Dublin) Bay area a few decades ago and seems to need to remind us of it every passing day.

A thorough lifer and class moron, he made my life hell on that six month course after meeting me and my then girlfriend in Sach's Hotel one Sunday morning for the brunch and jazz session. He nearly fell over staring at her (she was one of the three top fashion/ramp models in Ireland at the time) so she gave him the finger and he couldn't get over it.

He kicked me off the course for using the one week we were given for 'work experience' in studios around Dublin making coffee and scrubbing up. I instead was booked into Windmill Lane Studio II on St Stephen's Green to rerecord a song of our own we later re-wrote for a Renault motor cars TV ad. When I came back the next week with the 2'' Master Tape, the contract, the various mixes we tried, and the final mastered version that was sold but not used - he kicked me out. So I went straight out to the Fas Head Office somewhere out on the north-side of Dublin in some kip like Darndale or whatever. I was reinstated immediately and he was made apologize to me. Which I accepted but also rejected, as in:

'Yes, I see you're sorry you got caught out doing what you did, and that's good. For me, anyway. For you? Not so good, because now everyone knows that you're not just (a) a total fucking plonker, or that (b) you haven't a fucking clue what my or anyone else's work in making records entails - because you play other people's records, nothing of your own, and you're not just petty and kind of sad with that lame moustache and the huge pot belly, but my girlfriend made a complete sap out of you that morning - just as I'm doing right now, you sad bastard.'

The following month we concluded the course, I sat the exams for each area bar the three I took over from Murray because, well because Denis Murray truly is a prize gobshite: so he failed me in drum machine programming, sequencing using SMPTE code and MIDI to quadruple the available number of exchange channels, and track/song mixing - because I sat none of them because I had to take over teaching them because Murray hadn't a fucking clue where the on/off switch was.

This is the sad cunt before he got fat and was fired from Radio Nova:



And this is him more recently after reinventing himself as a sixty-five year old playboy and man of means:



He's a fucking idiot of exceptional proportions, perfect for RTE would they have him but nah - he's too old.

And those who can't do - teach.

Apart from him - who chooses to continue faking it by ignoring any questions the students have about technical issues. His usual routine oi to dodge the question by poking fun at the person asking.

I made a point of being as intimate as was acceptable with my lady friend the day of our diplomas being handed out in the Lower Deck bar in Portobello. That was when I clocked he failed me on the three subjects I was teaching - for him. The other engineer/teacher (Tony Faulkner - he was engineering Nik Kershaw's album at the time) took my diploma and tore it up and said a fresh one would be posted as soon as possible. I told him not to bother as I was going to bin the fucker anyway.

But there you have it - that sense of entitlement is still prevalent out in Montrose.

Burn the fuckers out, I say. Torch the joint in the middle of the night when there's no one in there.

It's the only guaranteed way of getting rid of RTE.

Kill it with fire.

Then start again - from the top.
 
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As I've said before the only time the insiders in Irish society go abroad is either for a holiday or because they are on the run. They never tend to stray too far from the club mainly because they have an inkling they wouldn't do so well without the club.

Drumm was a classic. Fellow who was a CEO of an investment bank and didn't even have a Leaving Cert qualification. Did a runner to Massachusetts when the bank blew up and cost the state billions because of the way it was run. Hung out a shingle in a rented office in Boston declaring himself to be a 'Property Finance Consultant' only to have to take it back down again as much to his shock and amazement you actually have to have financial management qualifications to be a financial advisor of any kind in Massachusetts.

Ended up being called an 'unreliable witness' by a Massachusetts Judge and made to sit a course on how to balance your monthly budget on foot of a court order alongside dud cheque bouncers in a schoolroom.
 
Ryan Tubridy's crackling like bacon on a frying pan.

He seeme to think that because people sent him good luck messages and cards, that he's above and beyond the law.

It's saddening to watch the raw underbelly of Ireland machinations on live television. Normally we get the drip-feed after the fact, it's rare it's right up in your face. I hope this continues until some heads roll, but in reality this is just another shake-down of the Irish public. I'd be interested to know how much public money has changed hands in the last ten days with this whole shit-show.

I'd say there's more than a few millionaires in the offing off the back of this.
 
These cunts are only short of phoning in a few pizzas to the oireachtas.

Chit-chat and all that.

When the general public gets the bill for this - they'll act in unison: continue doing nothing but yap-yap.
 
It must be a wonderful existence for the likes of Tubridy who have fuck all else to worry about bar the standard of service in bookshops.


Hopefully the girl serving him his Caffè Macchiato with goat's milk did so with a smile on her face. Tubridy deserves your appreciation don't you know.
 
It must be a wonderful existence for the likes of Tubridy who have fuck all else to worry about bar the standard of service in bookshops.

I think he was an over-payed burden on the tax payer, but he didn't do anything terribly and obviously wrong - Dee Forbes did, and she's being protected by someone with some weight who has reason to keep her schtum. If she never gets the call, then you'll never get the answers about her nefarious financial methods. It's not like there wasn't even one person who knew what she was doing, lots of people did.

Montrose has clear glass windows, but once you're inside the campus proper it's a whole other way of doing things.

They're strictly amateur by international standards - they can't even hold down their remit.

That Kevin Bakhurst bloke they assigned to dig up the dirt seems to me to be getting rather comfortable now that the media heat is cooling.

RTE's a fucking joke, why you put up with it boggles my mind.

I worked there dozens of times, and it was always the same bullshit.

The only worthwhile thing going on is the bit of exposure (if you have the right connections) and second to that would be The Green Room.

I used to fill my rucksack with bottles of whatever was going: I'm fucked if I'm going to make an appearance on their shitty fees.

I managed to wiggle my way into the wardrobe department a few times and redressed myself and lined my rucksack before leaving.

You gotta get that license fee money back somehow.

Hopefully the girl serving him his Caffè Macchiato with goat's milk did so with a smile on her face. Tubridy deserves your appreciation don't you know.

I hope she hogged up a loogie and spat it into the coffee after farting on his hot cross bun.
 
I remember being interviewed by Marian Finucane in the house the Christian brothers lived in at St John's College in Ballyfermot. The RTE crew brought out their recording gear, big boom microphones, Revox B77 open reel tape machine, and a massive ashtray on the table. She chain-smoked one after another and when one fag was almost finished, she used it to light the next one. Non stop. We were sitting in the hallway, gagging for a smoke in a cloud of Woodbine cigarettes. She was very glamorous and pretty. But the smoke? Couldn't even see her through it half the time.

We'd made it to Croke Park (not the main pitch: we played on the other one behind the Hogan stand) with St John's College GAA team (under 12's) and I was picked out to be interviewed even though I was a sub and knew I wasn't going to be playing. But I had a yap on me so they gave me the gig. They played the recording on the radio next day and the whole school was summoned to the old PE hall to listen. It lasted five minutes or so and I was shocked to hear my own voice like that. So were a few others. That's when I realized I didn't speak like everyone else did where I come from.

It was both good and bad: good for me that I wasn't sounding like a knacker, bad for me because I wasn't a knacker and now they're all eyeballing me.

Years later, a girl I dated was pals with Finucane's grand-daughter so I asked if she still smoked like an industrial estate.

She did.

But that wasn't what killed her: she died of complications associated with cardiac arrhythmia.

That was my first dealings with RTE - it got gradually worse and worse over the years.
 
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