Monthly Archives: December 2009

Happy New Year, cuntos

Just a quickie to wish everyone a very happy new year. We’re off to Ron’s for the traditional session and the fun games like ‘pin the knitting needle in Dave’s thigh’ and ‘Lock Stinking Pete out the back in the … Continue reading

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Headline correction

I love the BBC but sometimes their headlines could use a little work. Click for big. [photopress:blunt.jpg,thumb,pp_image] Blogging light due to intense consumption of alcohol. Normal service should resume when drinking returns to manageable, 3 bottles of wine a day … Continue reading

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The Exchequer – Exchequer Street

In town yesterday for some lunch. Remembered reading about The Exchequer, a new place on Exchequer Street. Despite seeing the horrendous term ‘Gastropub’ on the sign, had a look at the menu and thought it quite promising. That lasted as … Continue reading

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The urchins

They trudge slowly from door to door, freezing, lips blue, as the wind cuts through them. They huddle together for warmth, wishing for scarves and heavy coats instead of the light jumpers they find themselves in. No hats, no gloves. … Continue reading

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Are cannibals discerning?

I mean, you know the way some people like beef but don’t like lamb, are there some cannibals who just don’t like the taste of certain flesh? Or would they prefer a nice, lean person to an overweight one who … Continue reading

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Present your presents

We did Kris Kindle last night in Ron’s. I gave Dirty Dave a Chinaman’s finger which I got free with a special fried rice from a place on Capel Street. He seemed pleased enough. It beat the ebola soaked rag … Continue reading

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Not so casual

Found in the attic this weekend, in a tin box, packs of playing cards. None of your usual aces and clubs and jacks and kings though. How you play the games is a mystery. There were no instructions apart from … Continue reading

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Sunday Times Twats

Yesterday’s Sunday Times had a dull as dishwater article about Irish blogs and as usual they had a little pop at me. I’m sure it’s an editorial edict – ‘whenever blogging is mentioned please ensure you mention Twenty Major and … Continue reading

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Happy Christmas your arse …

Magic! via b3ta

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Winter is rubbish

Ireland was on red alert last night after a severe weather warning. Met Éireann urged people to take care on the roads due to icy condidtions and gave notice of the possibility of intense freezing then unfreezing over the coming … Continue reading

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Ireland was on red alert last night after a severe weather warning. Met Éireann urged people to take care on the roads due to icy condidtions and gave notice of the possibility of intense freezing then unfreezing over the coming days.

“It looks as if there’ll be a bit of snow”, said Dr Albert Cumulus, “which will, of course, make the whole country grind to a complete halt. A light dusting = all emergency services closing down, people barricading themselves into their houses after panic shopping and buying all the bread and milk they can in the supermarket”.

The worst is still to come though, according to experts. Seamus Cockbunion, who can guage the weather by the stench of his own urine, reckons things will get worse before they get better. “Dere’ll be a some o’ dat old snow all raight … twill look nice an’all when it’s white and dat … but before de kids have even put a carroh in de nose of de snowman de rains’ll come. And when de rains come den you get … de slush”.

While many have fond memories of the ‘big snow’ in early 1982, the fun of being able to leap off roofs without breaking your back has forced a kind of collective amnesia regarding the ‘big melt’. Ireland had to wade through billions of gallons of dirty, brown wet snow, as if the roads were covered in shit flavoured Slush Puppies. The place looked dirtier than a knacker’s camp after coming down off a load of acid.

“Beware de slush”, said Cockbunion. “Don’t say I didl’t warren ye. Dere’ll be slush everywhere”.

Fianna Fail have asked for calm though saying they’d been collecting funds for such an eventuality for years.