Accidents will happen
*bring bring* “Hello?” “Twenty, it’s me. Dave”. “What’s up, Dave?” “I need the name of a good lawyer”. “Johnny Cochran”. “No, seriously. I need a hard as nails, tough as you like, take no shit, hotshot lawyer”. “For what?” “So I can sue Dublin City Council”. “Sue the council? Did you slip on a loose [...]
Running for election
“You know”, said Dirty Dave, “I got an email the other day asking me if I’d join Libertas”. “Is that right?” “Sure is. And I’m thinking of doing it”. “Really? Never had you down as a political animal”, I said. “Yeah, but now’s the time, isn’t it?” “Is it?” “Sure it is. The whole of [...]
The loneliness of the Dave
Dirty Dave went away for a few days this week. He said it was to get away from the relentless depression of the recession. He went to Kerry somewhere. Checked into a B&B and unwound. He read books, he took long walks, ate well, drank well. He avoided all newspapers, TV reports, radio bulletins and [...]
The faces remain the same
“Look Dirty Dave”, I said in Ron’s last night, “you might think that Tánaiste Mary Coughlan is a ‘horny slut’ but I can assure you that is one place you do not want to go”. “I’ll go where I want. And anyway, you can’t call me Dirty Dave anymore” “Why not? That’s your name. I’ll [...]
