Finally, Fake Dog Has Come Back to Barcelona, Spain!
Written 16 March 2008, 17:13 by GearóidWell actually, not back to Barcelona, but for the first time. But it sounds better quote-wise this way, so there you go.
So, as many of you maay already know, I went to Barcelona last weekend with good old Young Fine Gael. It was quite the weekend with many a story to be told, but unfortunately I can’t be getting Fake Dog into too much trouble, so I’ll have to confine these stories (mostly) to those involving me.
We left Galway at 12 on Friday, and after numerous bus, plane and metro journeys, we got to our hostel around 11. To say it was anything but absolutely tiny would be like saying we have a reasonable explanation as to why we called it Fake Dog Films. We went out for some nice cheap Spanish drinks. On arrival back at the hostel, I found a random person passed out in the toilets, wearing only his jocks and his socks, and curled around the bowl. Good start!
The next morning it was very sunny and yet we spent most of the day in the pub watching various matches. That evening was spent wandering around Barcelona going to different pubs and having run-ins with various prostitutes, pick-pockets and drug dealers, before heading to a nightclub at half past three in the morning. Quite something, that. We left at 6 in search of a “missing” member of our party who was actually passed out in bed all along. Fake Dog was not best pleased and proceeded to hit him across the head multiple times with a sobering bottle of cheap, cold, Spanish water. On my travels that night, I came across one curiously (and hilariously) named Irish bar. I didn’t chance going in though.
It was then Sunday and I felt like someone had delivered all the Sunday Times in my head. I went to the nearest restaurant to get that horrible taste out of my mouth. You know that one where it feels like someone’s parked a car in your mouth? Yeah, that. So I found some place with some Spanish food that solved my problem to some extent. I took it easy for the rest of the day, and bought myself a nice cheap hoodie to keep warm that night. Outside the shopping centre was a big wooden submarine, so I just laid down on the grass beside it for about two hours.
That night was the Barcelona match. To keep it short, food was expensive, Barcelona lost, fans were angry, but most importantly … Fake Dog went to Camp Nou!
More socialising ensued, and the night finished (to some extent) with us getting food from a place whose name was even more hilarious than the Irish bar.
‘He doesn’t even know how to do The French Sandwich!’
Fearghal’s natural desire for alcohol led to him buying 12 cans off a random guy on the street, and then us getting offered “charlie” and also said person trying to pickpocket us. I was not best pleased.
After intervening events, we arrived back at the hostel and realised we had many too many cans, and so decided there was only one thing to do with all those extra ones … smash them together just like Stone Cold! Admittedly, it wasn’t Coors Light, but Fake Dog has already been down that alley.
The next day was all touristy, and so I won’t bother with all the boring details or photos, but just this one from the (admittedly amazing) La Sagrada Familia. And no, not the song!
Fake Dog was both amused and appalled at this terrible grammar. Mostly amused because I can see it leading to lots of great lawsuits.
The next day saw around 12 hours’ of travelling after 90 minutes’ sleep the previous night, and then a 9am exam the morning after I got back. Wasn’t that nice.
And that’s it. Apologies for the exceptionally long blog, but you made it to the end, so leave a comment.
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— Gearóid
Fake Dog Loves #1: The IT Crowd
Written 3 March 2008, 09:12 by Gearóid
Welcome to a new and regular feature on our blog called “Fake Dog Loves”. Since this is so far unapproved by either Dara or Paul (mainly because they’re still in bed and unaware), it’s technically just “Gearóid Loves”.
Anyway, apart from the obvious (yes, they are separate links), I want to point out stuff that Fake Dog loves and therefore by extension and necessity, you must also love. I’m sure in time we will get around to doing a detailed “Fake Dog Loves” on all the obvious stuff, but for now, it’s basically whatever’s stuck in my mind.
The title may have given it away, maybe, but the first Fake Dog Loves is The IT Crowd. This may appeal to me more than the other Fake Doggers given my nerdy nature, but it’s still very good. It follows the typical Graham Linehan formula, but does it well. The show is about Roy, the angry Irish guy, Moss, the typical English guy, and Jen, the woman.
Moss is by far the best character, played by Richard Ayoade of Darkplace fame (or not). He provides many memorable quotes and scenes, and you’ve no excuse to watch it because it’s free on 4od.
So go on, it’s not piracy!
— Gearóid
The FDF Party Storybook
Written 10 February 2008, 12:41 by GearóidRather than having you read and comprehend the big words that I like to use, I’m going to appeal to the masses by explaining the Fake Dog party storybook-style with lots of pretty pictures, explained with simple words. Yay!
The night starts with me finally finding the party at the No. 8 bar by the docks.
I immediately start plugging Fake Dog Films, despite the fact that all these people already know the Fake Dog message.
However, Cannon isn’t happy and decides to crackdown on my shameless plugging.
I spend the next while hiding from Cannon while subtly plugging Fake Dog.
I find McGrath, who is much more receptive to my Fake Dog ways.
Meanwhile, the raffle for Fake Dog t-shirts is made.
On seeing the well-made t-shirts, it’s not too long before Cannon reveals his true self!
Now getting into the spirit of things, Cannon and McGrath present one of the winners with his prize.
All the Fake Dogs and Honorary Dogs are rounded up and a picture is taken.
The night is finished off with the Fake Dog dance to the tune of Golden Skans.
Note: Things may not necessarily have happened in this order, but for the purposes of entertaining storytelling, they did. Deal with it.
— Gearóid
Hello Ladies!
Written 1 February 2008, 21:04 by GearóidAs you are no doubt aware, the Fake Dog men went to a wrestling show in Salthill last night. As expected, it was packed with screaming fans, and Fake Dog was right up the front to witness it all!
First up was The Highlander Lou McDonald, with his big keg, against “Bad News” … great names, we were very impressed! Since we weren’t terribly sure who was good or bad, the big fat man got the microphone and started going off on Galway and Ireland. Well he’s not from around here and has his own customs and traditions, so he just had to be booed. Of course, we at Fake Dog are never ones to go with the popular guy, so we became The Highlander’s biggest fans!
Well it was a pretty slow-going match until The Highlander suddenly won, and I’m not really sure how it happened, but we were happy.
Next up were the ladies. We were excited about this one. And it didn’t disappoint! There was one from London, and a very Irish girl from Mallow … well I think she was Irish, it was hard to tell.
I’m joking of course. Her name was Erin, she wore green clothes with a shamrock on them, waved a tri-colour and came out to some U2 song which I don’t recall. It was quite a good match, better than the first in any case. Like a lot of wrestling matches, the most fun lies in the subtleties. In this match, the London woman was beating up Erin and shouted, “This is how we do it in Britain!” It sounded like they beat up little Irish girls over there. Who knows. In any case, Erin won with an impressive missle dropkick behind chants of “Ireland! Ireland!” as the fate of our entire nation clearly lay in this match. It did. And we won!
The match after was a very big man who said he was better than us against a guy called Celtic Warrior, who didn’t seem terribly Irish. Anyway, however it happened, the Warrior won the match and the cheapish-looking yellow title belt.
This brought us to the intermission when I went out to get refreshments for the Fake Dog crew. During that time, some kids went near the ring and got chased away by the referee. It was amusing.
After the break, it was time for a Batista look-alike (whom I christened Botista) versus Gangrel, who used to actually wrestle in WWE, which is kinda cool, except he sucked and was fired for being fat. He won the match with a harsh low blow, which is surely because he runs the show being a minorly important person in wrestling.
Finally was the royal rumble, which seemed to promise 20 contestants, but was actually only the 8 whom we had already seen. Botista won and the crowd loved it.
Fake Dog then went to get food and subsequently went to see So Cow in Róisín Dubh.
And so that concludes my synopsis of the night. Dara and Paul have their own opinions to post too, and we’ll have photos up in the gallery in the coming days, so keep your eyes open!
— Gearóid
The place to always go ...
Written 31 January 2008, 12:27 by GearóidI’m very excited. Klaxons are coming to Galway! 
If you know Fake Dog well enough, which you should, then you’ll know we’re big fans of the amazing band that is Klaxons. In fact, I’m listening to It’s Not Over Yet right now. They’re coming to Cuba on the 16th and we’ve already got our tickets. It’s only a DJ set, but as long as they play Golden Skans so we can synchronise our dance, I’ll be happy.
But, that’s still another two weeks away, so for now I’m excited about the wrestling show in Salthill tonight. Big muscly men beating each other up … it’s a tough life.
— Gearóid
Harry ... we're there!
Written 26 January 2008, 14:27 by GearóidWell I bet you thought you’d never see the day. I bet you thought fakedogfilms.com would go the way of Duke Nukem Forever, or perhaps Daikatana. But no. After spending too long on Wikipedia reading articles about everything and anything (including those two), I got down to making the new Fake Dog Films website. It came along pretty nicely, and then nothing happened for a while. Then I decided it wasn’t good enough.
And so I set to work on another design. But I wasn’t happy with that one either. Then I made another, which was quite possibly the greatest website ever. But since Internet Explorer is the bane of my life, I had to make yet another design, which is the one you’re looking at now. So that’s a lot of designs. If you count the very first Fake Dog site (which we are for the purposes of this sounding even more impressive), this is Fake Dog Mark 5.
Since I spent so much time doing this, you’d better check out the entire site, from our fancy photo gallery (beware if you’re not on broadband) to our very fancy (yet generic) message board, which requires too much effort to customise, so I’m just going to leave it that nice blue silvery colour. As for the other parts of the site, we’ve got A Dog’s Life, which is news regarding the site and Fake Dog, whereas Dog Blogs are our own personal posts, which may or may not relate to the website and/or Fake Dog itself.
In any case, if you look around the website, you’ll see for yourself. Be sure to leave comments on these blog posts too, because it wasn’t easy to get it all working.
So that’s the introductory post from me. Welcome to fakedogfilms.com. It’s been a long time coming, but we’re there!
— Gearóid
