Monthly Archives: February 2009

Ice hockey confuses me

Sorry for the YouTube overload but I found this hilarious. The commentators are appalled at one guy elbowing the other guy in the face … in a sport when they’re allowed stand toe to toe and punch each other repeatedly … Continue reading

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Poor Bono is hurt

Well last night I queued up and bought the new U2 album*. It was a way of supporting my recession hit chums. Poor Bono, Edge, Larry and Adam. I heard from a very good source that things were so tight … Continue reading

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The Damned United – David Peace

Absolutely by far the best football book I’ve ever read. I’d love to have seen Clough in his pomp take on Jose Mourinho. Talk about a battle of egos. Cloughie would have left him weeping in the corner, then signed … Continue reading

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Which one are you?

You’re in the kitchen preparing dinner. A fantastic Rachel Allen recipe for gruel chasseur, because that’s all you can afford these days. The radio is on. You hear an for a car company telling you that because times are tight, … Continue reading

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The new Fianna Fail website

Imagine, they had been working on it for months, and this is the best picture they could get of Brian Cowen. Click for big. [photopress:ffcowen.jpg,thumb,pp_image] He looks like he’s about to lick his fat lips seductively before slowing undressing and … Continue reading

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Trains are ace

I love travelling by train. Last weekend I went to Cork by train. The first time I’ve gone anywhere in this country by train since I was about 10, I think. That obviously does not include the DART which I … Continue reading

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Just wondering …

… do most people who have a peanut allergy find out after gobbling a handful of ready salted and turning blue or is there an easier way?

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John the Rapist

John the Rapist lived in a quiet cul-de-sac in the comfortable suburbs. He had a good job, an attractive wife, two kids, a dog and a 2008 Ford Mondeo. Every few months he would go out late at night and … Continue reading

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Shane Ross and the Anglo 10

Gavin has been doing some digging – it makes for very interesting reading. Mr Shit? Let me introduce you to Mr Fan.

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So much nothing

I know it’s been done to death elsewhere but I had to say something. When Jade Goody’s wedding is the lead story on Sky News I can roll my eyes, tut and remember that Sky News is a visual tabloid … Continue reading

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I know it’s been done to death elsewhere but I had to say something.

When Jade Goody’s wedding is the lead story on Sky News I can roll my eyes, tut and remember that Sky News is a visual tabloid rag.

And despite everything else that’s going on here I can sort of understand the Irish papers running the Jade dying/getting married shit because witless saps love rubbernecking. There are more witless saps than not and a dying woman is taking their minds off how fucked we all are.

This morning though Newstalk had a guy on from the Sunday Times to talk about Jade’s wedding.

Claire Byrne asked him what it was like, what he’d seen, what did people think.

And basically because of the lucrative deals she’s done with Living TV (oh, the irony), and one of those horrible celeb magazines, nobody was allowd without 100 metres of where the wedding took place.

‘What did you see?’, asked Claire Byrne.

‘Nothing’, said the Sunday Times bloke.

That didn’t stop them talking about the nothing for five minutes though. So as much as I don’t quite like how someone like her has generated such an amount of publicity I can understand it. And now it’s gone so far that even ‘nothing’ about Jade Goody is worthy of discussion.

I bet she could set up a Twitter account, post the words ‘still dying’ once an hour, on the hour, and she’d get thousands of followers.

We have been reduced to nothing being newsworthy. Empty is the new full. Naught is everything.

In the end we won’t know what to do with something. The day is coming.