Monthly Archives: March 2009
Dry mouthed radio people
I hate them. It’s rarely the presenter, it’s almost always a guest, in studio, who due to nerves or whatever, gets a real dry mouth. This means that when they talk you can hear all kinds of horrible sounds. Little … Continue reading
Ding Dong – the witch is dead
So Jade Goody died. People wept. People who had never met her, who bought the bullshit peddled by the press for the sole reason of selling more copies, actually cried. Pathetic. The Sun, despite calling her a ‘pig-ignorant racist bully’, … Continue reading
Hell, handbasket etc etc
More annoyance this morning at the press and their invasive ways. Picture of Liam Neeson taken after Natasha Richardson died. Caption says “With tears in his eyes…” What the fuck were you expecting, a twinkle? Fucking morons. I know celebrities … Continue reading
To the pub! Which pub?
“I’m going drinking”. “Where?” “The Foggy Dew”. “The Foggy Jew?” “Yeah, The Foggy Dew”. “What’s foggy about this particular Jew?” “Beats me”. “Seems odd”. “Aye, I suppose it does. Might have a few in Davy Byrnes after”. “Davy Burns?” “Aye”. … Continue reading
Once you start…
In a bar last night. It was busy. Paddy’s Day busy. People were drunk. There was loud music. And there was a woman. A woman whose voice was so shrill it rose above every other noise. Above the music, above … Continue reading
Today
I saw a dead fox in the middle of the road. He was curled up, in a pool of his own blood, just like he was sleeping. It was a bit sad, really. His life was so fleet.
Polly wants a Mars Bar
I don’t know how true this is but I sincerely hope it is. During a discussion over some beers I was informed that if you give chocolate to a parrot it will drop dead on the spot. Obviously it’s a … Continue reading
Oooh, Friday the 13th
I have no interest in superstition. Apart from the lucky socks/shirts/drinks involved when watching a football match. Yes, they do make a difference thank you very much. Today is Friday the 13th, a day so terrible and unlucky that in … Continue reading
Your thoughts on kidneys
Tasty when sauteed or just plain offal? Me, I like them.
Deep suspicion
Guns don’t kill people, people kill people. Guns don’t kill people, bullets kill people. There’s a common thread though. And it’s probably a good job we don’t have easy access to weapons in this country or there’d be mass shootings … Continue reading
Guns don’t kill people, people kill people.
Guns don’t kill people, bullets kill people.
There’s a common thread though. And it’s probably a good job we don’t have easy access to weapons in this country or there’d be mass shootings all over the place.
Teenager in Germany, mad looking bloke in the US. Did you see him? The picture that’s going around is like a 1950s yearbook picture. Anyone who is 28 and looks like that ought to be viewed with deep suspicion.
The German lad, he was normal, apparently. No sign that he’d become a multi-ball killer. Of course someone will discover his YouTube channel on which he posts his own dreadful and non-rhyming poetry. And that will give us another clue.
Poets. Deep suspicion. Cathal O’Searcaigh. Pam Ayres, notorious despot. Did you know that the Emperor in Star Wars was a haiku addict. Write haiku, blow up solar system. It all gels.
But the real reason behind his outburst, his manic episode in which so many tragically lost their lives?
His name was Tim.
Deep, deep suspicion.
Deep.