Monthly Archives: March 2009
Where the new ‘Ra is going wrong
“Those utter cunts up north”, said Jimmy the Bollix. “Aye, shocking business. Don’t want to see a return to the dark days, blah blah blah”, I said. “Of course not, but a policeman and a couple of soldiers? What are … Continue reading
Irish Education standards
A comment popped up on an old post. I bring it you now fully intact, not modified in any way, shape or form: serously you’s need 2 get a life the panel is feckn gas and 1 of the best … Continue reading
Careful, the 80s are coming
It seems obvious, to me at least, that the attack on the British soldiers at the weekend was not the work of the Real IRA or any other flavour of IRA. It was clearly an attempt by some sinister organisation … Continue reading
Road Records benefit
If I could get back all the time in my life that I spent in record shops I’d be 21 again. So it’s not nice to see your humble record shopkeep struggle. The Hangar Queen has details of a benefit … Continue reading
To stick with the positive theme…
…I have to say I was cheered by the fact that Joe O’Reilly lost his appeal. I’m cheered by the fact he’s going to spend years in jail. Happy that his dead wife’s family can get on with their lives. … Continue reading
Positive recessionismisation
“Ahh, I’m sick of all this talk of depression and recession and all that”, said Dirty Dave last night, over a pint in Ron’s. “Is that so?”, said Jimmy the Bollix. “It is so. We all know they’re cunts, we … Continue reading
Stupid radio ads – part 790
Questions kids ask: Do I have to go to bed? Instead of dinner can I have Smarties? Do I have to do my homework? But it’s my room, why do I have to clean it? I know you are but … Continue reading
Eircom, what a bunch of shitkicking shitehawks
My rage from yesterday has not dissipated. I have been unable to punch the snout off any Fianna Fail members. Then I saw an article in the Irish Times about how Eircom have bent over and taken one straight up … Continue reading
Caveman instincts
Violence. It’s a primal urge. Before we developed language to communicate our displeasure the world must have been a tremendously fighty place. “Caveman neighbour has just done fun time with my Cavewife. Must react”. And Caveman neighbour gets his head … Continue reading
Gah
I’m beginning to think I need to do something I’ve always hated. Make up some kind of schedule. e.g X work between 10am and 12noon, Y work between 1pm and 3pm and so on. I tend to be a bit … Continue reading
I’m beginning to think I need to do something I’ve always hated.
Make up some kind of schedule.
e.g X work between 10am and 12noon, Y work between 1pm and 3pm and so on.
I tend to be a bit disorganised. A touch laissez-faire, if you will. And one of my new year’s resolutions was to be more productive.
After the fantastic success of last year’s resolution (I still haven’t so much as looked at deep fried asparagus) it’s somewhat disappointing.
But needs must. Right after a few more minutes of trawling YouTube for old TV stuff.