Monthly Archives: July 2010
Grrrr
If there’s a more annoying sound than one of your favourite songs only playing through one side of your headphones … and it’s not the headphones. B*witched just aren’t the same in left only.
Saying goodbye
I was called up recently to say a few words about a recently deceased friend. Well, not so much a friend as someone we all knew and it was deemed most appropriate that I say something. It took place in … Continue reading
The all request lunch
Stuff about Irish music on the radio here. Kinda interesting. Bottom line is if it’s not commercial then it’s not getting played outside specialist shows. And with so much competition now the stations have to be ruthless. Even those ones … Continue reading
Oooops
Erm: A woman has been given a suspended sentence for posting sex ads on a classifieds website on behalf of two unwitting people. Shit. This is not good. I guess the Craigslist ad I stuck up last week might get … Continue reading
Fianna Fail have gone deaf
Yesterday morning Posty arrived and provided me with some delicious bills. Just in time for August which is car tax month and car insurance month. Anyway, I left the bills unopened, as I do, on the table in the hall. … Continue reading
Lego town
Does anyone have any idea how this went? I have to say I find the idea that we’re even discussing such a restriction ludicrous. Part of the problem in Dublin is that we built outwards, sprawling the city all over … Continue reading
Cannabis grass
Listening to the news on Today FM and they reported Gardai had discoverd a ‘cannabis grass’ factory yesterday. €600,000 worth of cannabis grass was discovered at a house in Stillorgan. That’s an awful lot of cannabis grass. I hope they … Continue reading
Crime Lit
Riley St Clair stared hard at the file in front her. The Zodiac Clown Freeway Killer had struck again and she knew it was escalating. That was three inside a month now. And every time she’d come up short. Short … Continue reading
An episode
It is Ranelagh, Saturday night. Two Dublin men sit at the bar of a relatively quiet pub. They appear to be the only two Dublin men in the pub. Everyone else, barmen included, are GAA fans. Behind them is a … Continue reading
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