Monthly Archives: April 2010
Northern Ireland explodes again
Here we go again. A large bomb went off last night in behind a British army barracks in County Down. It coincides with the transfer of policing powers from London to Belfast and comes just before a new justice minister … Continue reading
Ker-spring
I know I’ve probably jinxed it but it feels to me like winter’s over. I went out without a coat today for the first time this year. Whilst trundling about the supermarket I even purchased some special BBQ cleaning spray … Continue reading
The Quinn Group stuff
A quickie this morning. I’ve been out of the loop for the last couple of days so could someone explain what’s going on with the Quinn Group? Is it basically that an insolvent company run by a man with FF … Continue reading
Johnny Two-Hats
There was a man this morning in a place I was who was wearing two hats. One on top of the other. I have always said the world was a better place when more men wore hats but wearing two … Continue reading
Wonders of the solar system
What a brilliant series. I love the unexplainable vastness of space. Always have. It makes me feel very, very, very small indeed but it’s a good small. And Professor Brian Cox is deadly and all smiley and stuff.. I am … Continue reading
Retail therapy
I have discovered what Irish people do when they are forbidden to drink. They go to the supermarket. Superquinn was like christmas eve the amount of people that were there. All just buying groceries. Wasting the money they would have … Continue reading
Has everyone fucked off already?
Driving around town earlier it seemed very quiet indeed. I know it’s Easter and the good, wholesome and religious people of Ireland celebrate this most solemn of religious festivals by eating chocolate eggs, getting cunt arsed drunk and fucking off … Continue reading
Driving around town earlier it seemed very quiet indeed. I know it’s Easter and the good, wholesome and religious people of Ireland celebrate this most solemn of religious festivals by eating chocolate eggs, getting cunt arsed drunk and fucking off somewhere else for the weekend, but it’s a bit early, isn’t it?
Not that I’m complaining. I love when the city is quiet, when the streets aren’t choc-a-block, when the bars aren’t crammed. It feels more like it used to, or something.
We’re overpopulated. I’d like to be able to have a game of 3-and-in on Clanbrassil St and when a car comes someone will shout ‘Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrr’ and we’ll wait for it to go by and then start playing again.
I think that’s only fair.