Monthly Archives: January 2011
Jared Lee Loughner – grammar king
So the bloke that Sarah Palin got to shoot that Democrat lady put up some YouTube videos. He’s a stickler for good English. Then, in the next frame …. What is it they say? People in glass houses shouldn’t shoot … Continue reading
Publish and be damned
So, Lorraine Keane’s book didn’t sell very well. According to the Turbine just 1,314 copies. Blimey, even I sold more than that (feel free to print that, Colin). Anyway, my issue isn’t with Lorraine Keane. If a publisher approaches you … Continue reading
VHI and that one
As I’ve been quite busy avoiding everything in life but the very small bit of I need to concetrate on, would it be fair to say VHI complaining about having to provide insurance cover for more elderly people is a … Continue reading
The end is nigh
Following the spate of mysterious animal deaths in the USA, officials are now baffled at the discovery of the bodies of over 500 Carlow people just outside Bagenalstown. A truck driver called the Gardai this morning to report hundreds of … Continue reading
Forbidden colours
Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence. David Bowie buried up to his neck in the sand after Yonoi got the horn after a peck on the cheek. I don’t remember films especially well. This one I do though. Bowie’s hunchback little brother … Continue reading
Are you back?
I am back. Hope you had a good Christmas/New Year break. I’d love to say I’m refreshed and full of vim and vigour but that would be a complete and utter lie. I am mostly a broken man. A tired … Continue reading
I am back. Hope you had a good Christmas/New Year break.
I’d love to say I’m refreshed and full of vim and vigour but that would be a complete and utter lie. I am mostly a broken man. A tired man, a man much more capable of hibernation having built up reserves throughout the last few weeks. And the idea of having to deal once again with the madness of this nation hardly fills me with enthusiasm.
Like the water thing. I know, I know, broken record, but I heard John Gormley again on the radio this morning. I know FF are a bunch of corrupt, thieving, lying gleet chewers, but it’s like Gormley was brought to the River Smug as a child and dipped in like Achilles. Except he has no weak spot. There is no end to his condescension.
To justify the fact this city has been nigh on waterless since the beginning of December he says ‘Well, Norn Iron was much worse’. Except, and with all due respect to Manuel and chums, nobody down here without water cares a thing about people up there with no water.
The head of one famine striken African nation wouldn’t get far if he were to try and tell people that a neighbour was much more faminey. And as the Norn Iron assembly called the situation ‘shambolic’, Gormley was on the radio here praising our lot. I’m sure DCC have been doing their best but frankly nobody cares about that. They just care that they’ve got up in the morning, dropped off some kids at the pool and the kids won’t flush.
Bottom line is that Gormley, as Minister for the Environment, is that brown baby boy waving at you from the bowl. “Look, here I am. Sweetcorn and all”. Bring on the abortion referendum, please.
And Bertie’s off, not running in the next election, and unlikely to run for President because he’s managed to stick his head above ground, outside the coven of yes-men and sycophants, and realised that he’s about as popular as a pus-filled wart on the top of a cock. Off he’ll go into a life of statesmanship, flittering away his multi-pensioned income on pints of ale and sex tourism in the far east. Probably.
Soon the election will come. The canvassers will not. I predict everyone will be visited by Sinn Fein while just 15% of houses will get a knock from FF.
Still, in the midst of all the gluttony I managed to read about five books. Which is always good.