Monthly Archives: August 2009
Living with the recession
Found this book in the attic last night, digging around. It’s by Colm Rapple and it was published in 1983. He talks about trying to find secure employment, such as a civil service position or a bank. Civil Service : … Continue reading
Yes to the Lisbon treaty
If there’s any one piece of evidence you need that should make you vote yes to the Lisbon Treaty is that’s Cóir have launched their NO campaign. Cóir, of course, are are front for pro-life cunts Youth Defence. Read about … Continue reading
Collapse
First it’s a railway bridge. Then a building in Cork collapses in the middle of the day. Would it be a surprise to find out that the concrete used in all construction was the same kind crap that they use … Continue reading
Oh the humanity
Very brief today. Am using a mobile device to blog from St James’s Hospital where Stinking Pete was admitted last night. We had to call an ambulance to Ron’s at around 10pm after he had, what doctor’s are calling, a … Continue reading
Football violence
Signs you are in the depths of a recession: Increased unemployment People believing the side of the road is the place to dump an old TV Swathes of ‘for rent’ signs on shops in decent locations The inability to go … Continue reading
Is Mary Harney for real?
Perhaps Mary Harney is just a collective figment of all our imaginations. An easy outlet through which we can explain the many and varied problems with our health service. It would help make sense of the shit she does. I … Continue reading
Brain of Britain – part 374
Serial shagger of Tottenham players, model Danielle Lloyd, is quoted in some papers today about how terrible she felt after something bad happened to her (probably having to shag a Spurs player, in fairness). She got so depressed she said: … Continue reading
The railway bridge collapse
So that railway bridge that collapsed the other day. Miracle that nobody was hurt, eh? Could have been Ireland’s biggest tragedy since John Waters wrote our Eurovision song. Blah blah blah. Irish Rail are promising an investigation to find out … Continue reading
Make Friday less shit – 2
In a continuing effort to improve the ever decreasing standards of the internet on Friday here’s some stuff that might pass the time. Please add your own stuff in the comments. Go to a news site with various ‘breaking news’ … Continue reading
GudungScreeeeeee
Jackhammer Man, outside my house every day this week. Doing what a Jackhammer Man does. Yep, Jackhammering. GudungGundungGudungGundungGudungGundung GudungGundungGudungGundungGudungGundung Angle Grinder man, working in tandem with Jackhammer Man, grinding angles. The incessant shriek of metal on concrete. Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Jackhammer Man … Continue reading
Jackhammer Man, outside my house every day this week. Doing what a Jackhammer Man does. Yep, Jackhammering.
GudungGundungGudungGundungGudungGundung
GudungGundungGudungGundungGudungGundung
Angle Grinder man, working in tandem with Jackhammer Man, grinding angles. The incessant shriek of metal on concrete.
Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Jackhammer Man and Angle Grinder Man. Buddies. Comrades in arms. Filling the air with hubub and the dust of construction.
GudungGundungGudungGundungGudungGundung Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee GudungGundungGudungGundungGudungGundung
Never in the late afternoon, never at midday, never at mid-morning, always first thing. Their machines on a timer. It’s 8am – it’s time to start Jackhammering and Angle Grinding. We care not for folk who might be trying to sleep or even those who are awake and merely trying to ease themselves into the day.
Nobody can touch us. We are all powerful. We Hammer, We Grind.
GudungGundungScreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeGudungGundung
Listen to the beautiful music we make. Behold the cacophony of sound. Bow down to the righteous and constructive dissonance for nothing, NOTHING, can prevent Jackhammer Man and Angle Grinder Man doing what it is they do best.
Nothing, that is, apart from Steal Your Tools While You Go On Lunch Man.
GudungScreeeeeeeee that you fucking cunts.