Monthly Archives: June 2010
Warp speed, Mr Zulu
It’s been a trying week so I won’t mention the rage I got listening to Brian Cowen on the Last Word last night. I also won’t call him a fat, incompetent fuck. Nor will I mention the fact that Senator … Continue reading
Banking reports
Taoiseach responsible for ‘catastrophic failures‘ – says Richard Bruton. Patrick Honohan says the major responsibility lies with the directors and executives of the banks. The financial regulator showed ‘undue deference‘ to the banks and the people who ran them. And … Continue reading
Mel & Kim know what matters
It’s a tough old life being a sentator. You have to attend the Seanad and sit around talking about things which have no bearing on anything whatsoever. Then you have to pick up your salary, which is heavy, claim those … Continue reading
Terrible World Cup jokes – part 1
Q – What do you call a footballer who can speak loads of languages? A – Ryan Babelfish. — I said terrible. What more do you want? Let’s see you do better.
The HSE and dead children
Last Friday, just before the bank holiday, the HSE issued a report ‘on natural and unnatural deaths of children known to child protection services over the last 10 years’. The timing, of course, was quite deliberate. Attempt to bury the … Continue reading
Close Anglo Irish Bank
David McWilliams on what must be the greatest financial scandal this country will ever know. Happy bank holiday Monday. Asian markets care not for bank holidays, time to buy sacks of rice.
Car boot sale
Went along to this in the George Bernard Shaw on Saturday evening. Never in my life have I seen such a collection of outfits, hipsters, scenesters, rubbish beards, and a twat in a cricket jumper and stupid gingham pink shorts. … Continue reading
Census
The Census archive is interesting. I’ve been doing some exploring of my past. Turns out: My grandfather listed ‘assassin/brewery worker’ as his profession. My mother’s grandfather had a large household. He was ‘head of family’ and the other people whose … Continue reading
Note to self
When this summer ends, do not leave the remains of the final barbecue of the season still inside the barbecue. Putting the lid down and throwing the cover over it will ensure a mucky afternoon some time in 2011.
Gooooooooaaaaaaaal
Argentina v Holland, the final, 1978. I watched from under a chair, that’s where I was kept in those days, willing Holland to win. In the end the Argies and their ticker tape and Mario fuckin’ Kempes did the business. … Continue reading
Argentina v Holland, the final, 1978. I watched from under a chair, that’s where I was kept in those days, willing Holland to win. In the end the Argies and their ticker tape and Mario fuckin’ Kempes did the business.
Kempes would play a part in breaking my heart a couple of years later too. Him and his beard. Him and his beard making Chippy miss a penalty. He got his though. Kempes currently works at an all Phil Collins radio station in Patagonia.
’82, Norn Iron in Spain. Gerry Armstrong’s goal against the hosts giving him a career he might never have had. Played there for a whole, sits in a room in London and pretends to be there every week commentating. Fair play.
’86 – the hand of God and Maradona’s goal which was actually a Terry Butcher OG.
’90 – Put ‘em under pressure. Not much fun to watch from an aesthetic point of view but a nation was gripped. Gazza’s hilarious tears and Waddle’s stratospheric penalty.
’94 – Houghton in Giant’s stadium. I never liked Ray Houghton. His head looked like a melon.
’98 – Bergkamp v Argentina – the best piece of football commentary ever.
’02 – Korean match fixing and Ronaldo’s rennaisance
’06 – Zidane’s headbutt in the final, the emergence of hilarious football related GIFs
’10 – Beer, HD TV just installed, more beer. And probably some beer.
A life played out in World Cups.