Monthly Archives: July 2009
Here comes NAMA
Yay! NAMA is coming. The thing that is going to bankrupt us, our chidrens children, our childrens childrens children but not our childrens childrens children because at that point everyone in Ireland will have emigrated or evolved into a kind … Continue reading
Couchsurfing
I’ve just heard about this awful thing called ‘couchsurfing’. As far as I can gather you sign up at their website and then you meet complete strangers from other countries and let them stay in your house. What a ghastly … Continue reading
What a waste of money
John Gilligan, a little fat bloke who is a nasty criminal, yesterday appeared a sitting of Portlaoise District Court charged with possession of a mobile phone. This is an issue because, you know, he’s in jail and junk. Anyway, apparently … Continue reading
Chunkers ruining everything
See, this kind of shit annoys me. Manufacturers are being asked to cut the size of chocolate bars, confectionery and cans of fizzy drinks to tackle rising rates of obesity. Why should everything else change except for fat people? Why … Continue reading
Make Spike Island a prison again
Reading this morning about there are plans afoot to turn Spike Island into a tourist attraction like Alcatraz. Now, leaving aside there has never been a Birdman of Spike Island this puzzles me. Who in their right mind would want … Continue reading
Flavoured milk
I have recently become highly addicted to banana milk. It’s more refreshing than tea or coffee when I work and it’s milk which tastes like bananas. I fail to see how any can argue against this being a good thing. … Continue reading
I’ll have the ‘bourger
Some years ago I had a friend called Andy. He was an odd chap. Rather too curious about the lives of other people and partial to wrapping bits of his body in clingfilm for days at a time until the … Continue reading
Weird tourists
“Hello”, said the either Dutch or Belgian man with his either Dutch or Belgian girlfriend to me as I walked down Dame Street on Saturday. “Can you help us, please?” “I can try”, I said. “Do you know where is … Continue reading
Reasons to be cheerful, 1, 2 … erm …
Right, that’s it. Enough with the doom and gloom. Sure, they’re gonna rape us with a property tax, the cunts, you have to drive halfway around the world in Dublin in the mornings now so half-full buses can get where … Continue reading
Origins
He stood atop the tall building, gazing down at his domain. The city so full of miscreants and villains, thieves and ne’erdowells , who made the lives of so many miserable. His own life had been blighted by them. Coming … Continue reading
He stood atop the tall building, gazing down at his domain. The city so full of miscreants and villains, thieves and ne’erdowells , who made the lives of so many miserable.
His own life had been blighted by them. Coming home that night to see what they’d done might have broken another man, a weaker man. He had never realised the hidden depths to his character until this had been forced upon him.
How could he not react? How could he not try and prevent others from experiencing the tragedy which had befallen him?
A nighttime vigilante, a defender of the peace, thwarter of malefactors across the entire metropolis. He thought about his name, how it would strike fear into the hearts of those engaged in wrongdoing and illegality. Just a mention of it would send shudders down their spines, even the most psychotic, unhinged of them all.
And it’s origin? The schoolyard. The most vivid memories he had. They stood and laughed and pointed and jeered him. It cut him to the quick. He learned to fight back but one against many is never a fair fight. He lost hard and often. He could remember the sensation, a tingling before it would start, and then it was inevitable. There was nothing he could do to stop it.
The warm liquid dripping from his nose, soaked up by his right arm, the shirt reddening, deep, scarlet, a vivid stain. Yet they would mock.
But no longer. As he felt the cold wind whistle around his feet, his costume and mask accentuating his gym-built physique, he knew they would never laugh again.
For now was his time. The era of hero was about to begin.
Soon they would all know The Bloody Sleeve.