Monthly Archives: February 2011
The campaign trail
So far this is the extent of my interaction with the political parties during this election campaign: Labour – I received a missive via the postman with some guff about how awesome Labour were and then some chap posted a … Continue reading
Nominate
The annual back-slapping, circle jerking, fun-filled, booze-fueled, controvery-powered, bitchfest that is the Irish Blog Awards is coming soon. And they’re being held abroad too! You have until tomorrow to nominate your favourite blogs. Go here and do it. There are … Continue reading
Guest blogger: Johnny Commentspam
I stumbled upon this very interesting post on great hair. It got me thinking, ‘How can one make cash from AIDS orphans in Africa?’ Now! I know you’ll laugh but Ive under no circumstances been so entertained by anything at … Continue reading
Voting options limiting
Ok, so Fine Gael are a total no-go now. They’ve just launched their ‘Twolicy‘. I just cannot possibly vote for, or support, any part that takes part in the horrific TWing of things just because they’re on Twitter. Anyone who … Continue reading
Enda Kenny is a fucking dick
It is more likely than not that Enda Kenny will be the next Taoiseach. Not exactly our Obama moment, is it? The man who is supposed to lead this country out of the worst crisis it has ever faced won’t … Continue reading
Danger: Does exactly what it says on the tin/can/bottle
So far untroubled by those on the campaign trail bar a couple of flyers from the Shinners. No sign of anyone else just yet. Meanwhile, those who live simply to ensure the rest of us are informed of what’s blindingly … Continue reading
Radio silence
Apologies for lack of updates. I’m trying to beat the system, stick it to the man, and all that, and it’s quite time consuming. Here’s a thing I bet you never knew though. It’s actually quite difficult to make a … Continue reading
You know what would be shit
If there was a 30 mile an hour wind blowing the same direction … forever. Like it never stopped. Imagine how much more shit lots of things would be. – Cycling – Football – Pitch and Putt – Trying to … Continue reading
Speak proper
I can’t bear it when our politicans speak Irish at each other. I take it as a personal affront because obviously they’re saving the good stuff for Irish. I make that assumption based on the fact none of them have … Continue reading
I can’t bear it when our politicans speak Irish at each other. I take it as a personal affront because obviously they’re saving the good stuff for Irish. I make that assumption based on the fact none of them have very much of any use to say in English and by the law of averages they have to say something not utterly cunty every now and again.
So they’re doing it in foreign and it should be banned. It’s rude. Like whispering.
I’ll tell you who wouldn’t stand for it. Cow. That’s who. Cow was a science teacher. If he caught you whispering in class he’d clip you across the ear with his massive hand, then straddle the corner of the desk, his enormous priesty balls just inches away from your pencil case, and he’d reef you up by the sideburn and make you tell the whole class what you were whispering.
Most of the time people just said “I was asking him about homework, father” or “I need help with this experiment, father” and he’d let you down even though he knew you were talking shite.
Even he wasn’t expecting Francis Byrne to say “I wanted to know how many times a night he wanked, father” before bursting into tears. Didn’t stop him giving him another cuff around the side of the head.
Anyway, my point is this country is fucked and only Hank Scorpio can save us from the whispering Gaeilgoblins.