Monthly Archives: March 2010
Obligatory pension = Goodbye Ireland
From 2014 all workers over the age of 22 will have to pay 4% of their income into a pension scheme (if not already a member of a work related one). For every €4 paid in by employees, the state … Continue reading
Rotating Greens
Sadly they’re not rotating on a giant spit above a fire on which tyres, plastic milk cartons and batteries are being burned. Is it coincidence that they are ‘rotating’ at a point where the current ministers have ensured they receive … Continue reading
Government announces further job losses
The Government has today approved a ban on a range of products sold in head shops. The ban will take another three months to enforce however, as it requires EU approval. The Government says the move – under the Misuse … Continue reading
The answer is simple : be a cunt
Crime doesn’t pay. Cheaters and thieves never prosper. My hoop. If you have a neck like a jockey’s bollocks and no compunction about creating eight different kinds of truth then you’re all set. Bertie Ahern, we know what he’s done, … Continue reading
Earthquake in Chile
Puts me in mind of this. They must be gutted that more people haven’t died. “Come on aftershocks!”
This weekend
This weekend consisted of: Beer, but not too much beer. Playing football, perhaps too much football. Watching football, not enough football, too much violence, not enough red cards, just the right amount of non-handshakes. Driving, stuck behind somebody who thought … Continue reading
This weekend consisted of:
Beer, but not too much beer.
Playing football, perhaps too much football.
Watching football, not enough football, too much violence, not enough red cards, just the right amount of non-handshakes.
Driving, stuck behind somebody who thought the 30kmh speed limit for the city centre applied everywhere and poodled along, hugging the middle of the road so it was impossible to overtake. I honestly, seriously, truly, wanted to ram them off the road.
Eating squid and pizza but not squid pizza.
And that was about it. I remember when weekends consisted of very different things but if you ask me do I miss the sun coming up and the dirty grey hollowness of a Sunday afternoon that began on Saturday night I have to tell you I do not.