Monthly Archives: November 2010
Just wondering
Is there any reason why, if you got a room full of monkeys with a room full of typewriters, they wouldn’t produce the works of Dan Brown instead of Shakespeare?
€6 billion
That’s the figure the government is expected to announce today with regards next month’s budget. €6bn has to be cut from spending and services. That’s a lot of spending and services. As well as the cuts there will be increases … Continue reading
Student protests
It’s all kicking off. Or has kicked off and is finished now. Gardai have gone in with batons. Students have responded by peacefully singing that ‘If I lay here … ‘ song by that bunch of cunts. I’m no fan … Continue reading
I’m retiring …
… to the drawing room”, I said after dinner. “Capital idea, Twenty”, said Jimmy the Bollix, pouring himself another snifter of Courvoisier X.O “It always amuses me when people grasp the wrong end of the stick”, I said, fixening my … Continue reading
A frank admission
Taoiseach Brian Cowen said today that Ireland was at ‘low risk’ from terrorists and people could buy printer ink in safety. “Sure why would any Arabians come here and blow things up when we’re wrecking the place from the inside … Continue reading
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Write post here. Or not. It’s the recession. Cut-backs are having to be made. This blog is looking for 200 voluntary redundancies. My union is aghast. Somebody threw red paint over someone. The Americans are going mental again. Obama’s suffering … Continue reading
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Russell Brand’s teeth and gums scare me. There are some things which just displease the eye and his mouth is one of them. I am going to ram the next person who I let out in traffic who then fails … Continue reading
Russell Brand’s teeth and gums scare me. There are some things which just displease the eye and his mouth is one of them.
I am going to ram the next person who I let out in traffic who then fails to acknowledge my act of kindness. I am a patient man, I think everyone knows that, but I am being sorely tested by ignorant drivers.
That said, a few weeks ago I had a Mexican stand/drive-off heading from Earlsfort Terrace on to Adelaide Road. One chap in his Land Rover decided he’d go up the outside and try and cut in. Not in front of me though. I ensured there was no space between me and the car in front of me so he couldn’t even get his nose in. Every time the traffic moved he’d try and barge in, I refused to give an inch.
He beeped his horn, I ignored him. What was even better was that because the cars behind could see him trying to bully his way through they didn’t let him in either. Hey, I was late and he was a cunt. It’s all good.
The Walkinstown roundabout is a freak of nature.
I read that Brendan O’Connor piece in the Indo yesterday. I wish I hadn’t. Not because it told me anything new about O’Connor but because I could have spent those few minutes far more productively by simply sitting and smashing my head off a brick wall.
Dirty Dave came into Ron’s in fancy dress last night. A British economy car with a Spanish language numberplate. Like many others he was a Chilean Minor.