Anna Nolan: Nice one Ryan, you just bounced back from the crappiest Late Late ever
WHAT a cracking Late Late on Friday night.
They obviously got the fright of their lives the previous week. The show on the 15th was like something out of the 1980s.
There were men talking about a charity calendar in which they were posing, while different objects were deftly positioned to hide their bits.
A worthy story? Maybe, but not one that warrants a slot on the Late Late.
Poor Ryan Tubridy couldn't even pretend that he was interested. It was obvious when looking through the calendar, he looked so depressed and when he said, in relation to the photos, "They just keep getting worse," we knew then that it could have been a prophecy for future Late Late shows.
Add to this the fact that TV3 put out their new entertainment show Take Me Out on Friday at 9pm, well it was an official disaster for the longest running chat show in the world.
Take Me Out got a 20pc share of the Friday night audience -- 340,000 viewers decided to watch Ray Foley over Ryan Tubridy.
That's pretty much half the Late Late audience jumping ship. No surprise, as the show on October 15 could be named Black Friday.
But last Friday's Late Late should be called Razzamatazz, This Is What I'm Talking About, In Your Face, Entertainment Friday.
Nigella Lawson being flirty, Gok Wan being open and honest, Ruby Walsh being cold, grumpy and awkward, Colm T Wilkinson singing SO badly at first, but then we forgave him because he grabbed a guitar and gave us a session to make us smile.
Ryan needs good guests. Not for him to shine, because he does that anyway. But to make us, as the audience, feel that the Late Late is giving us the creme de la creme.
It's not about Irish guests versus UK guests, it's about forking out the money to have interesting subject matter, glamour and controversy all rolled into two and a half hours.
Otherwise, like the calendar, the shows will just keep getting worse.
Roo, the money you get disgusts me
I LOVE football. I love watching Premier League matches. Growing up in the 1980s, Liverpool names such as Barnes, Aldridge and Rush were bandied about in our house all the time by my dad and younger brother. But I would be just as interested in Brian Robson, Ray Clemence and Tony Adams.
I have always loved the skills and genius of football players and although I would have loyalty to no one team, I have admired the game for most of my life. Until now.
The recent negotiations of Wayne Rooney and his agent have highlighted the level of greed that now fuels this sport.
Rooney and Paul Stretford worked a deal that resulted in Rooney earning £250,000 per week -- 10 times what the average working-class fan earns in a year.
It is a disgusting amount of cash that makes no sense at all. I've been trying to work out just why exactly I am so riled. Sports people all over the world make huge amounts of money and we don't have issues with them.
Formula 1 driver Fernando Alonso (inset) signed a four-year contract for McLaren in 2007 worth $160m. This works out at just over $750,000 every week.
And Alex Rodriguez, baseball player with the New York Yankees, signed a 10-year contract in 2008 worth $275m. These are the team players. Let's not even look at the big golfers and tennis players, we're talking billions!
So on a global sports level, Rooney is a poor relative.
But there is something crude about negotiating this deal in present times. This is why I think I, and many fans, are disappointed. We have this naive notion that working-class footballers are just like us.
But the fact is they couldn't give a toss about the disgustingly crude amount of money they earn.
Wayne Rooney can now relax in the knowledge that he will make up to £65,000,000 in the next five years. Plus endorsements.
For kicking a ball into a net.
The world has gone mad.
What my partner's mum told Ron Wood
My partner Dearbhla was filming an interview with Dave Fanning and Ronnie Wood on Friday.
She brought her mother Maeve with her, who sat in the background, and took in everything.
When the interview was over and as the big stars were saying their goodbyes, Maeve walked up to the Rolling Stones guitarist, took his hand and said: "Anybody can fall, but it takes a Hercules to rise up again."
Mr Wood looked surprised, and then he smiled, gave her a kiss and said: "Thank you."
I think it takes a Hercules to say something so insightful and touching to a mega-star and not think anything of it.