Monthly Archives: February 2009
Adrian Chiles is a stupid cunt
You might have heard during the week about Carol Thatcher, daughter of Maggie, being fired by the BBC for referring to a French tennis player as a ‘golliwog’. Not particularly clever, let’s face it, and whatever you might think about … Continue reading
She’s clearly insane
I saw the story last week about that woman who had octuplets in the USA. I remember thinking ‘Eight? Eight babies. Good luck with that, lady!’, but paid no more attention to it as other people’s babies are of no … Continue reading
The faces remain the same
“Look Dirty Dave”, I said in Ron’s last night, “you might think that Tánaiste Mary Coughlan is a ‘horny slut’ but I can assure you that is one place you do not want to go”. “I’ll go where I want. … Continue reading
Ryan, Tubridy and RTE pay cuts
Can we take it from this (cheers, Morgor), that we won’t hear Gerry Ryan shooting his big, fat mouth off about how everyone has to take responsibility in these times of crisis? Are we to assume that he will fail … Continue reading
Hit them where it hurts
Hurrah, positive, swift, decisive action from An Taoiseach. How could we have doubted him? He wants top bankers abd banking executives to take a 25% pay cut if the recapitalisation goes through. Excellent, at last we’re putting it to those … Continue reading
The little boy with the crooked smile
The little boy with the crooked smile was generally a happy little boy. Not one for too many friends he was content in his own company, often spending hours in his room playing with his toys. Plastic soldiers became involved … Continue reading
Why Brian Cowen really went to Japan
[photopress:cowen1.jpg,thumb,pp_image] Click for slightly bigger. On a serious note he might need a Ninja or two around him. I’m sure there are more than a few people who wouldn’t mind kicking Brian Cowen‘s head in right now.
Slush is shit
I know, everybody loves the snow. It’s so picture perfect, white and serene. It floats gently from the sky, each flake so individual, so precious, like one of God’s lightly frozen sperm. The crunch as you trample your way down … Continue reading
Lazy bastards
I was in M&S there last week because I am addicted to their mini pork pies. Those pies are delicious little bastards. In fact, just writing about them now makes me crave one – but I don’t have any. I … Continue reading
I was in M&S there last week because I am addicted to their mini pork pies. Those pies are delicious little bastards. In fact, just writing about them now makes me crave one – but I don’t have any.
I ate them all.
Anyway, I was going about the place looking at stuff and in their freezer section they had frozen pasta. Seriously. Frozen fusilli. And you could cook it in the microwave.
I know in these times we want everything now but what kind of person doesn’t have the time to make pasta? And what kind of person would think eating frozen pasta is a good idea?
Frankly that’s a concept that should have been strangled at birth, along with the children of anybody remotely associated with it.