Ray Darcy's new Daily podcast starts March 9th

Ray just been Ray.talking about coffee shops and paying for it to telling some man to listen to a song.fair play to him he stole a living from rte.

Can’t understand how he wasn’t snapped up in the uk.😂😂

@Oscar_Madison

“You couldn’t possibly find the motivation to do this every week if you only have a few hundred or even a couple of thousand views/listens - how will it end I wonder? Maybe once a week then once a month”

The Toyman is belting away with the combined 20 or so viewers on YouTube and Insta once a week(ish) since Jan……but the live tour is coming soon. Ray might follow suit with a nationwide tour…..

What time in the podcast are those ads? I only scrubbed through. Which betting company? I only got the Acast recommends inserts at the start and a Visit New Zealand ad when I tried on Spotify.

what happened to him that turned him into such an odd man? Jenny have something to do with it? He seemed deballed after getting with her

Awh now. I get people bragging about their kids. But when you are bringing your kid up constanly on your radio show it is a bit much.

People are supposed to be professional. You didn't hear Tubs, Miram or Claire Byrne talking not stop about their kids.

to be fair the show with two muppets and a turkey was a very good show. He was a good foil to their manic behaviour. He didn’t take himself seriously and the show was popular with people who were probably older than the target audience of a kids show.
while he wasn’t the reason it was fun he did play along well. Unfortunately as he aged he got very serious about himself and seemed to get very preachy.

Well a lot of people do pronounce marathon as snickers.

:-D

That's the point I was making earlier. A podcast isn't the same as just clicking on the radio. You have to go looking for a podcast, ok it's not super difficult, but it is a an additional step from just going Alexa play RTE, or pressing the on button on your radio. And after listening today, you have to remember to play tomorrow's podcast.

I dont think too many people will wake on Wednesday going:

"I forgot to listen to Ray's podcast!"

Ah….point of correction your honour…Tubs frequently talks about “my girls”, “my eldest”, “my youngest”….and often mentions them in his printed column.

Might work with video but audio only? No.

I think you underestimate the vacuousness of some of these people.

Tubridy’s column? It was launched as a “London Diary” in the Irish Mail on Sunday, and also appeared on artsy and intellectual high brow news sites (🙄) like rsvp.ie, evoke.ie etc.

It was supposed to be a delicious and intriguing recap of Ryan’s jolly japes over the previous week in London but quickly became a “isn’t Ireland brilliant?”, “look what I did this week!”, and “guess who I met this week?” puff piece extravaganza where Ryan told us all how fabulously well he was doing in London, how he couldn’t get on the tube or walk anywhere in London without being recognised and asked for a selfie or an autograph etc.

Almost every week Ryan would “casually” attempt to break the world name-dropping record talking about the many celebs who had the pleasure of meeting HIM that week in between advertising The Devonshire pub and talking about the EXCLUSIVE events he was invited to over the previous 7 days.

He would review books he was given for free, and films he attended for free in the column. Everything was absolutely brilliant, but the most brilliant-est of all was anything with even the tiniest and most tedious of Irish connection. Ryan also helpfully reminded us that any time any Irish actor made the headlines for a new film or play that they were a Late Late Show alumnus and usually they were referred to as “my good friend” or “my dear friend” and accompanied by a selfie with said actor. One would almost think they would be nowhere today but for Ryan’s helping hand.

The multi-millionaire film buff (or perhaps “film bluff” would be a better descriptor) also complained at one stage that when he attended one particular free screening he had to dip into his own pocket (imagine?) to buy a coke and popcorn only to get to his seat to find some already there! The suffering of the children of Gaza doesn’t even compare to this.

Film bluff Ryan also revealed how he loves to have a nap during a film. I mean, what else would you want your film reviewer to do except miss a significant portion of it through laziness and disinterest? It certainly couldn’t be tiredness from his workload.

Ryan loved to showcase his political knowledge too and exclusively revealed Joe Biden has been POTUS not once, but twice (yes). He also put it up to the nasty orange man a few times and sung the praises of his hero Hilary (though he has shockingly been quiet about her appearance at the Epstein hearing).

Occasionally a more reflective Ryan would talk about how well he was doing playing Senior Hurling in London and that he was doing so well now there was no need to ever talk of “the unpleasantness” again. Towards the end of his time in London a melancholic sadness descended on the writer and he confessed that he had very generously forgiven RTÉ and humbly stated he was ready to “hold Ireland’s hand again” and that the London thing was always planned to be a 2 year hiatus before returning home to his Ireland, before announcing this year that his next part-time gig will be in London. Nothing contradictory in all of that of course.

He would also use the column to promote his podcast where he talks to other people about books they’ve read - but never about books he has read (of course).

The whole thing was basically one long ad for one thing or another.

The column has continued despite Ryan not being in London now….but he will soon be again. London/England/Britain rarely featured in the column……just like they rarely featured on Ryan’s enormously successful and definitely not cancelled Virgin radio show.

All of this written with the limited vocabulary, structure and literary nous of an average prinary school child writing a “what I did on my summer holidays” essay. If you can read it as the musings of a completely lacking in self-awareness, self-absorbed, name-dropping narcissist sheltered from the reality of his situation through a combination of a brass neck and stupidity it is comedy gold. All it’s missing is a “needless to say, I had the last laugh” ending each week.