This is me. Star of the movie Round Ireland With A Fridge.
Some perv fiddling with my arse. This happened a lot between takes.
I hated it when I wasn’t the centre of attention.
They put me in a boat and give me one oar and expect me to row. I’m a fridge. I don’t get to do much rowing, even with two oars. I was working with idiots.
My trailer was a disappointment. I couldn’t fit through the door.
Me relaxing after a day’s shooting.
After one of the many takes where Hawks needed help with his lines from Ed the director, and I was perfect.
I hated it when I wasn’t the centre of attention.
Ed the director trying to unplug me. He never understood me, or white goods in general. The man is an idiot.
I hated it when I wasn’t the centre of attention.
Me catching a few quiet moments with one of my co-stars, comedian Ed Byrne. We got on well. He was one of the few people who understood me.
Getting ready for some stunt work.
A shot of me in my native Dublin. It was a lonely place for me though as all the other Irish fridges were jealous of me.
I made few new friends in Dublin.
They wanted me to help. Honestly, they asked me. I said, 'I'm an artiste for Christ's sake! Push your own van.' Arseholes.
On the first night they expected me to stay in here. I demanded a four star hotel and they soon acquiesced.
They look angelic, but I can tell you those nuns were bitches to work with.
Hawks tried to shag them both and failed.
I hated it when he put his foot on me like that. It was all about his insecurity, in my view.
Me, and then behind me, Tony Hawks. Exactly as it should be.
Have you any idea what that’s like? To have someone sitting on you take after take after take? I earned my money that day.
Me and my two supporting actors, Tony Hawks and Valerie O’Connor. I hope this doesn’t sound conceited, but they were rubbish compared to me.
Ed Byrne baffled by something I have said, no doubt of great profundity.
Me being blindfold for the sex scene that was cut from the movie. Shame, I was good in that.
Nervous moments before the surfing.
Note how none of them talk to me. They were like this on most days. They were just jealous as I was the one with all the talent.
Off we go. Highly risky stuff this, for a fridge, but I took it in my stride.
Me having a bit of a tantrum. I wanted a break and they wouldn’t let me have one. I used some strong language, but I have no regrets.
Me, and behind me, Tony Hawks – as it should be.
I'm still trying to get extra money out of the bastards for this. They didn't tell me about this at the auditions.
They may be happy but I'm not. If I had a thumb it wouldn't be pointing upwards. I hadn’t had a tea break for over an hour at this point.
The last take before lunch. Heroic work by me!
Enjoyed lunch a bit too much.
After a long day's shooting I head off for a bit of surfing on my own.
Me, being sat on again, whilst two twits get ready to pour water over me and Hawks. (Again, no extra money for this, and no mention of it at the audition)
More stunt work. My trolley wasn’t coping. Just look at the wheels!
When lunch was called Hawks always liked to be at the front of the queue.
Hawks makes a snide comment about me which amuses director Ed Bye. Two complete tits.
