Sunday Indo are Cunts Thread

They are the beauties who grew from pageant queens to Ireland’s most successful models, scaling the heights of stardom with their killer looks and ruthless business acumen.

Now Amanda Brunker and Andrea Roche have hit the headlines again having each landed lucrative deals.

Amanda has just been unveiled as the new beauty on the judging panel of RTE’s All-Ireland Talent Show, while model Andrea is grabbing headlines again as the face of Irish jewellery company Diamant.

But behind the million-watt smiles and their reignited high-profile careers a private storm has been brewing that both are keen to keep under the radar.

The beautiful friendship between two of Ireland’s most beautiful women has come to an end.

Not wanting to detail the reasons behind the spat, Ms Brunker has said, “I can’t even go there.” But she spoke to the Sunday Independent about her feelings towards the Tipperary-born model for the first time saying of her former friend: "There are plenty of people to be friends with, I don’t need to be friends with every Miss Ireland.

“Why would I want to be friends with [Andrea]?” she asked, asserting, “I just hate to get sucked into the negativity of rows.”

The pair struck up a companionship over a decade ago when a young, up and coming Andrea was about to scoop the crown for the Miss Ireland competition. Amanda had already lifted the crown in the same competition six years beforehand.

As the chicklit writer explains: “We were friends through the Miss Ireland competition, whenever she was Miss Ireland, around 1997 and after that.”

“She would have been over to my house and stuff like that,” she added, continuing that Andrea had also known her husband, Philip McLaughlin.

However, Amanda has confirmed that the friendship has come to an abrupt end after many years __ and has vowed never to speak to the brunette beauty again.

The newly slimmed-down author says at the time of the falling out, she was busy being a house-mom and cannot understand how the row came about: “I was at home. As I f**king always was at the time. And I wouldn’t mind I hadn’t even seen her to annoy her, you know the way if I had been in somebody’s face annoying them? I hadn’t even been out. Because I was fat, I was making kids, I was writing, I hadn’t even left the house, that’s all I was doing.”

Since the falling out, the friendship has never been reconciled, with one impeccably placed source describing how things came to a climax at an after-party one night in one of Dublin’s social hot spots. As the witness explained: "Amanda was dancing with a friend and Andrea was sitting just a few metres away.

“Suddenly they both started hurling insults at each other. They were calling each other all the names of the day and it was clear there was a lot of vitriol between them,” said the source.

“They are two beautiful women but they’re also very outspoken so sparks flew when they crossed paths.”

Amanda has described current relations between herself and Andrea as “toxic” and “venomous”.

“Thankfully, I manage to avoid rows most of the time,” she said.

“I’m just a very easy-going person who just wants an easy life. I happened to have lived my life through the media but I’m like a married oul one with two kids. I don’t want to be in the centre of dramas. I just want to write my books. My books are just humour, light-hearted entertainment. That’s the way I want my life to be.”

She continued, “At the end of the day we are all human and I’m definitely not bullet-proof.”

Asked if there was ever a chance she could put her grievances with Ms Roche behind her, Ms Brunker replied: “No definitely not.”

When contacted Ms Roche was unavailable for comment.

  • NIAMH HORAN Entertainment News Reporter

Sunday Independent

Mhrist all cucking frightly
Fat blond bitch no longer gets on with skinny dark haired bitch who has the dead eyes of a stuffed animal
Time for the indo hq to be attacked methinks

There is something very dislikeable about Andrea Roche.

How much will she get off that mansfield berk? Must be a nice bit anyway, not bad for three(?) years work.
Them eyes though. Like black pools of nothingness.

Sure isn’t she from Tipp? What more do you need?

She entertained Fisty for a couple of hours. Reason enough.

Is he not skint? How much is half of fcuk all?

Ah well. Suppose she’ll be doing the rounds for a while yet.

To quote Apu, “who needs the infinite wisdom and love of Ganesh when I’ve got Andrea Roche staring at me from the cover of life magazine with her dead eyes”

Good God that is fucking horrific.

I caught a glimpse of a Sunday Indo on the plane last night - it’s fucking incredible.

thinly veiled ‘im a globetrotting Sindo buying wankstain’

Its commonly known he was scouting players at a wedding.

Dear oh dear, she’s got the same article reprinted again in the fucking Times :rolleyes:

FOAD, you fat, tangoed munter.

http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/property/2010/1014/1224281058402.html

Down at heart in docklands

TRENDS: News of the sale of cut-price apartments at Grand Canal Square angered ALISON O’RIORDAN

LAST Thursday morning when I saw the words “A docklands deal” on the front page of this property section, I felt like crying.

All day I eyed the block in question from my fifth-floor apartment window, in the next- door building on Hanover Street.

If there was a competition for throwing dirty looks, I would easily have come first, for those aesthetically beautiful Grand Canal Square apartments are being offered to first-time buyers for a sickening €190,000.

Two years ago, with help from my parents, I bought into the same sought-after riverside location in Dublin 2, but for the horrifying sum of €525,000.

It’s such a bitter taste of defeat as I stare out my window each morning that I leave the blind down continually.

Only those in the same situation can understand why I am nursing an injury. It may not be of the physical kind but it’s a wound nonetheless, a deep financial one.

The market’s collapse is the worst thing that has happened many young people of my generation.

In 2008, even as the market was softening, I honestly thought I had found my ideal home for a reasonable price.

I got caught up in the crazy mania of feeling I must have an apartment. Sleek Scandinavian furniture, designed for modern living, a roof garden and outdoor space made it all the more desirable.

That the new Grand Canal Square Residences in the Docklands, which are above a hotel planned for the square, have “marble bathrooms, high-gloss kitchens and floor-to-ceiling windows”, has only compounded my negative equity nightmare.

As a homeowner, my load was already heavy enough to carry as, stuck with a property I cannot sell, I struggle to meet my monthly repayments.

My father reminds me on a daily basis that I ploughed in head first and listened to no one. Hindsight is a very exact science and as I read the Grand Canal brochure describing the bathrooms as “white and grey flecked marble with high-spec chrome fittings, heated towel rails and mirrored cabinets”, I chastise myself for incarcerating myself in my own financial prison. A prison, I soon learned, that had no more than about 10 inmates. Today the other apartments in my building are filled to the brim with wise renters.

The only advantages I have are a balcony and a roof garden, extras for which I paid a horrifying €295,000.

I am so worried, I can hardly think of anything else. The words “docklands deal” have dominated my life since the launch last week.

Experts say the apartment market will take longer to recover than the market for any other type of Dublin property, primarily because of oversupply.

And the most depressing thing is the value of my apartment will not rise in the foreseeable future and may fall more, so I am stuck.

Each day in the newspapers, I eyeball three-bedroom houses in affluent areas such as Ranelagh, Killiney and Ballsbridge on sale for around what I paid for my apartment.

At least I can put the newspaper down or flick over the page, however there is no getting away from the apartments across the street. With two-beds ranging from €230,000, this luxurious complex has turned into an “eyesore” of a development for me.

Yesterday the bill for the management fee came in. It is for €1,600 – another figure I carefully choose to ignore back then. And come December 7th, I will probably have a property tax on top of this.

oh sweet fucking jesus…

feel sorry for me because i bought at the height of the boom…FOAD

Apparently Niall Quinns missus and that Salpa wan are having a feud over something.
Expect it to get a full page this sunday.

Ah that is unreal.
The same rehashed article printed on 3 occassions over the course of the year.

For fuck’s sake shut the fuck up with the fucking moaning.

The collapse of the property market is entirely irrelevant to the “struggle to meet my monthly repayments.” It’s reckless of the Times (and the other cunts) to be publishing shite like that.

This a story about a young girl
Who thought she was special, that she owned the world
A child of South Dublin, and fee paying schools
Studied UCD Arts, with the vacuous fools

She dreamt that she’d lead such a wonderful life
Throw dinner parties for the girls every second night
Clothes, shoes and handbags, she’d buy on her card
But plastered with fake tan, she looked like a tard

She’d be like Paris Hilton, the princess of bling
Her apartment would be fit for a queen and a king
And like Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte
She’d have sex in the city like an upper class harlot

Parading around in her new kitten heels
she was an expert on property deals
A canny investor, yes she would be rich
Everything’s great, there would not be a hitch

When she got some good advice from Brendan O’Connor
She should really have known that she was a gonner
Poor Ali believed the estate agent’s pitch
He laughed to himself, thinking “what a thick bitch”

Our princess bought in at the height of the boom
Unaware that impending disaster did loom
“Prices only go up, at least I think that is right”
They all tried to warn her, she said “you talk shite”

Then the crash came to bite her, she was out on her own
Massive mortgage repayments, couldn’t pay off her loans
“Why didn’t I listen?”, she mournfully cried
Now no man will have me, my dream it has died

She writes for her trouble, but can’t string two words
Her illiterate rubbish only fit for the birds
Made a name for herself as a stupid blonde bimbo,
The one with the mortgage who writes for the Sindo

Now she’s left on the shelf, she’ll never be a bride
No man will touch her, she begs for a ride
The loan sharks are calling, the phone is bombarded
And poor Ali now knows she was fucking retarded

http://twitpic.com/2xk9w9
:smiley:

http://www.daft.ie/searchsharing.daft?id=602374&search=1

Did our Alison write the text of that ad?

Buillding :o :lol: