For the discerning appraisal of our Álainn or Appalling readers this week is RTÉ’s peripatetic pretty lady, Kathryn Thomas. The tantalizing Mzz Thomas has trekked far from her native Blockbog Road, County Carlow, at the helm of RTÉ travel show No Frontiers. But Thomas has definitely not been the sluggish sun-lounger type

I heard someone during the week describe The Really Hellish Turd as “car crash TV”. I’ve always wondered about that phrase. I mean, who in the right mind watches a car crash? Maybe that’s my problem, if I could only become more interested in pile-ups, this show would be a blast.

The gorgeous Angie Harmon is in a new show that is causing all sorts of murmurings on t’internet. Rizzoli and Isles is a cop show. So far so meh, but it’s a cop show in which the two main characters are women. “Oooh, tell me more Hal”, I hear you say.

Ever think that your lady bits or those of your girl could use a make-over? If so, Cosmopolitan gave stencils for your pubic hair recently and, this month, talk about trimming. If that’s not enough, check out this new invention for your mons: clitter.

Being the type of person who lies in bed for hours thinking about who won the Oscar for Best Actress in 1988 (Jodie for The Accused), or why Q is always followed by U (it isn’t always, however it comes from the ‘QU’ figure in old Latin), or how to construct a sentence without using the letter E (good luck), inevitably my mind wanders to The Real L Word. Or, as I shall now be calling it, the Really Hellish Turd.

I am so far behind that I promise, with the help of bottles of beer, to get through two of these piles of muck in one sitting. The things I do for my community. This week we learn that Rose is a bitch, Whitless is a gobshite, Jilliki are boring and …. wait you knew these things? Why are you still watching?

Last Saturday was the first chance I’d had to head along to Mother, a club night in aid of GCN Forever. As I was coming from a friend’s birthday, we arrived in dresses and tuxes, so were somewhat overdressed for the night as it gets quite hot in there…

Charting and ovulation predictor kits and checking cervical mucus be damned. I think we missed ovulation. I rang our donor but he was busy that evening. We made plans to go ahead a bit early and go the next morning. However, if I actually ovulated when I felt that pain, the next day was far too late.

After eating in Soho last a couple of weeks ago, a few people have come to me and said “if you were on George’s St you should’ve gone to Havana,” while looking at me as though I’d never heard of Ellen Degeneres. So, in the interest of my belly, as well as culinary excellence, I dragged my ever-willing other half to the tapas place.

What is your root? The reason for your sexuality, the moment that changed you into a quare forever? Yes, that is my tongue in my cheek. However, anyone who has seen But I’m a Cheerleader will get the comic reference to your root. So what is yours? Was it the moment you saw kd lang on the cover of Vanity Fair? Was it when you picked up a hammer for the first time and thought, “I may be 2, but this fits”? Was it when you decided that poetry was how you believed all emotions should be expressed, but only when embroidered on homemade wicker baskets?

Miss G is a teacher in a really rather awfully spiffing English boarding school in the 1930′s. She is gorgeous, sophisticated and all of the girls adore her. Some more than others, as many have crushes (or cracks) on her. One such pupil is Di, who is also the captain of the school’s diving team and head prefect. Di expects everyone to heed her word and lavishes in the attention Miss G gives her.

Ask anybody today “Who is Joan Jett?” and you’ll more than likely get the same response. “That ‘I Love Rock n Roll’ one yeah?” More often than not that’ll be the most that people know of her, the one song in the 80s that was actually a cover. But if you look her up, you’ll see she’s so much more than a one-hit-wonder from two decades ago.

As you all know, there was much hype here on Gaelick last week surrounding RIP (Rock.Indie.Pop), which took place last Friday in the Button Factory in Templebar. I, of course, had to head along and see if it could measure up to expectations. I was delighted that the night not only lived up to the hype, but managed to surpass it.

Showing as part of the GAZE festival, And Then Came Lola is a blast of a film, some much-needed fresh air on a somewhat stifling (for women anyway) programme. This is what happens when, after years of some great lesbian films but mostly awful lesbian films, the viewers get involved. Ellen Seidler and Megan Siler were obviously watching films and thinking “Jesus, I could do better than that!”

There are a few new nights starting up over the coming weeks, as well as some great one off events, so we here at Gaelick thought it would be a good idea to put them all into the one post for ease of your social lives!

Dublin’s George’s Street is one point of the gay triangle in the capital, with all of the pubs gay-friendly and the best restaurants full of Dorothy’s homies. So, when myself and the missus fancied a cheap and cheerful, we decided to try out So-Ho.

As mentioned previously in our competition for 2-for-1 entry to the night, the second Rock.Indie.Pop, Dublin’s newest alternative gay night, takes place this Friday. Gaelick met with Scarlett Nymph, driving force with Sedition Industries and one of the DJs at this Friday’s installment.