Of course, the day job can't be neglected. Whilst most of you were getting loved up yesterday, I had to attend Spudfest 2008 (or to give it it's correct title, the National Potato Conference)

Now, we know there's been many a 'hot' potato passed around the Dail over the year, but surely not one quite as dashing as yours truly?

Here I am with the Minister of State for Agriculture, Trevor Sargent at the National Potato Conference, who I must say turned out to be quite the (left)wing man, as you can see.

And yes, they were throwing the bouquets at me!!

I asked him to keep it simple. Play to my strengths I said. He replied 'You're a Potato'. And we took it from there.

My good pal, Louis Copeland and professional lovely girl Ruth, getting the measure of the most eligible  and edible bachelor in Ireland (that's me apparently).

Of course, the sophisticated folks out there know that there's nothing tastier than a juicy potato in a 'jacket' and thanks to Louis, I look the part.

There I was enjoying a gentle wander around Dublin window shopping yesterday and then this happens!

Ambushed by 'Lovely Girls'.

In Wedding Dresses.

And wellies.

And wouldn't you know it... the paparazzi were there to snap it up.

Typical!  

They are getting riper by the week lads, seriously  cheesy, even a few ladies
have emparted their tastiest lines to me.

But not all lines bring a smile to my face – this weeks Grande Fromage
has to be the effort of Mathew Lynch  from Meath who spreads it thick and fast with:

"Can I have your picture? Cos I'll want to know I wasn't dreaming tomorrow...'

A line that would melt a lovely girls wellies at a hundred yards with it’s
mighty pong.

Stand up Matthew – you’re this weeks Cheesiest. And remember with great power
comes great responsibility.

A box of Cheese and Onion is on it’s way.

From today's Metro.

Speed dating, eh? Sounds painful.

Keep the advice coming folks.

They always said I had 'Star' quality, but this wasn't what I had in mind!!!!

Just click on the image to read all about it!

 

I’ve decided to share my thoughts on the perfect woman for me.

Well first off, she’ll have to be a solid girl, beef to the heel type, you know? She should be down to earth, have a good sense of humour and a love of music. I’m not at all opposed to a woman who wears trousers, it shows a certain level of sophistication in my mind.

Speaking of sophistication she’d have to be one that enjoys the finer things in life, like a rainy afternoon knee deep in mud at the ploughing championships eating crisp sandwiches - sort of like the amazing Lucy Kennedy would!

Now I love a woman who looks good in a pair of wellies, but looks aren’t everything, she’d want some brains too. I mean she’d definitely have to know the business end of a heifer.

Au revoir,

Mr Tayto.

As many of you are aware, I had a brief and Royston-esque foray into politics. While I don’t regret running for office, the whole experience has made me aware that something or rather, someone is missing from my life.

Namely, a Mrs. Tayto.

For many years I have been content to be on my own, crisps and my monster truck have been enough, but now I’d like to share my love of cheese and onion with another. I’d like to find the salt to my vinegar if you will. With this in mind, I am announcing a nationwide search to find myself a lovely girl.

So, if you are single and fancy free, and think you would be interested in a spud like me enter you details into my little black book, or if you’re a spud stud and can give me some much needed advice on how to woo the ladies, throw us a chat up line.

Oh, and by the way, no weirdos please.

Mr. T.

So it turns out that I’m not a dab hand at the old sweet talking.

Who’d a thought telling the ladies they’d lovely thick ankles would win you no favours?

Back in the day that was poetry to their ears. It seems I’m a bit out of the loop when it comes to the chat up lines, so I’m relying on you lads out there to supply me with a few sure-fire zingers.

No messin now, I’m in a bad way, all I can say is thank goodness I’m a looker. There’s a whole section of my website, www.mrtayto.ie  dedicated specifically to you lads sendin in your best lines.

I'm talking about being the Goose to my Maverick ...

So get writing and cheese it up lads!

Mr. Tayto